"I"m not going anywhere. Just covering our a.s.ses. Don"t want this coming back on you or anyone." He lays it out and I can respect his hesitation, but even if it does come back on me, I don"t give a f.u.c.k. If the Mayor is involved with the men who are running a trafficking ring around here, then he deserves everything coming to him.
"By the time this is over, I doubt there will be anything to come back at us with," I tell them, not giving a f.u.c.k how out of control it makes me sound.
"Beau," Nix cautions when we stop at the third door on the right. The pink paint is cracked and peeling, exposing the black underneath. But I give it no more than five seconds of my attention before turning to Nix.
"I got this," I tell him, not needing him second-guessing me. With a quick nod, he kicks in the door, and we all move in.
"The h.e.l.l is this?" Morre shoots up off the bed, pushing the blonde b.i.t.c.h riding him off his c.o.c.k, and onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here, boys. Mayor Morre? Fancy running into you here." Nix trains his gun on the piece of s.h.i.t who"s been f.u.c.king with us, while I step closer to him. Jesse stands at the door, keeping watch. Hunter"s at the end of the bed, his own gun trained while Sy moves toward the wh.o.r.e.
"What the f.u.c.k do you want?" He makes no attempt to cover himself up, so I point my gun down at his discarded pants on the floor.
"Cover your s.h.i.t up," I order, and then watch him casually reach for them.
The wh.o.r.e stands from the floor with the help of Sy and reaches for her dress.
"Do you mind telling me what this is about?" Morre asks when he"s covered his shriveled d.i.c.k.
"We"re going for a drive. We"re gonna have some words," I tell him, pointing to his shirt.
"I can a.s.sure you, whatever you need to discuss doesn"t interest me." He ignores his shirt and puffs his chest out. Somehow his pants have given him some newfound confidence.
"No? I think the video you just made could be of some interest to you." I nod to Angel, and she moves to the freestanding closet, opens it up, and pulls out a video camera.
Thank f.u.c.k Tiny could set this s.h.i.t up.
"You think your threats interest me?" He reaches for his phone, but I"m faster, s.n.a.t.c.hing it from his hands. I drop it to the floor and stomp my boot into it, smashing it to pieces.
"You think this is a threat?" I step in closer and press my gun into his pasty chest. "You have no f.u.c.king idea. Put your shirt on. You"re coming with us."
"I"m not going anywhere with you." I point my gun at his thigh and pop a round into his flesh.
"f.u.c.k." He falls to the bed, clutching his leg.
"Last warning. You"ll have another hole if you fight this." He looks up, fear, panic, and anger flash all over his face, before resignation.
"f.u.c.k you!" The c.o.c.ksucker isn"t bright. I train my gun on his right leg, and let the pop ring out before his screams take over once again.
"That"s two rounds in less than a minute. We need to wrap this up," Nix reminds me over the screams of the Mayor. I don"t want to rush this, but he"s right. We need to get him out.
"Not gonna tell you again, Morre."
"You"re gonna have to kill me," he spits, deciding the next move for me.
"You"re not gonna walk. We"ll carry you." I bring the b.u.t.t of my gun down on the side of his head and knock him out cold.
"Get the van ready, Jesse. Hunter, Sy, help me with him." They both move at my command, Sy taking his legs, Hunter on his arms. "Nix, make sure we have a clear path." Nix nods, leaving us alone.
"You okay?" I ask the girl.
"Yep, you go. I"ll sort it." She hands me the tape. I slide it into my back pocket as she moves to her bag and pulls out her cell. I don"t give her a second thought. I pick up his shirt and then help Hunter with his other hand and start to drag him out of the ratty hotel.
"f.u.c.ker better hold up enough for me to have my shot at him," Sy grumbles under his breath.
"Don"t worry, I"ll take it slow on him. You"ll have your shot," I a.s.sure him as we carry him down the stairs and into the back of the van.
"Straight to the barn." I turn to Hunter.
"Got it," he says, moving to the driver"s side.
"Jesse, you stay here and make sure that everything gets cleaned up," Nix orders, and I"m grateful for it. If this turns Red, I"m not sure he"s gonna be able to handle it. The last thing we need is him going green on us.
"Yep, boss." He moves back to the steps, following his orders.
"Let"s roll." I pick up my pace as I head back to my bike and watch Hunter speed out of the parking lot.
"You sure you want to do this, Beau? There"s no going back from this."
"I"ve done worse for less to better men," is my only response.
"And you"ve come back from that. You sure you wanna head back there?"
"The only thing driving me forward now is knowing this will be the end, Nix," I tell him what he wants to hear. He mounts his bike, not saying anything else.
This is happening.
Maybe later my decision will play with me, maybe it won"t. But I won"t waste another second thinking about it right now though.
I have to do this. For Mackenzie. For Kelly. For this to end.
I already let down one woman in my life. I"m not making the same mistake again.
"I"m not telling you anything." Morre slurs his words, still fighting his restraints as I land another blow to his face.
We"ve been going at it for an hour, and I"m not sure how much longer I can keep up. I just want the f.u.c.ker dead, but know I can"t take it anywhere close to there. Not until we have the information we need.
"You f.u.c.king will, even if it"s the last words you say." I punch him again, splitting the bridge of his nose. I don"t even care how f.u.c.ked-up he looks, or how clean Nix wanted this. There"s someone out there who is responsible for Kelly being in the hospital and I want a f.u.c.king name before we finish this f.u.c.ker off.
"You and that b.i.t.c.h won"t get away with this." Before I realize what I"m doing, my fist is connecting with his mouth. He twists his head and spits blood out onto the dirty barn floor.
"Call her a b.i.t.c.h again, and I"ll put another bullet in you." I shake my fists out. I"m getting over his bulls.h.i.t. He has no proof on Chad, but it"s in his head, and he"s not letting it go.
"Nix, Warriors just pulled up." Hunter"s voice travels across the barn.
"What the f.u.c.k are they doing here?" Nix pushes off the bench and makes his way outside.
"Listen, f.u.c.ker, you"re dead either way I see it. Give me the name and I"ll make sure we go easy." I have no desire to follow my promise through, but he doesn"t need to know.
"You have no idea who you"re messing with." He dodges my question and continues with his s.h.i.t.
"No, I know you"ve been dealing with Axle David." His eyes find mine at the name. "You don"t think we know about your connections, Mayor?"
"I can explain." I almost laugh. I doubt there is any possible way for him to explain this cl.u.s.terf.u.c.k.
Axle David is known as the leader of a human trafficking organization in Arizona. One of the largest ones, on this side of the country. Connections to the Mayor tell me Axle"s organization runs a lot deeper than anyone knows.
"I don"t think you"re gonna be able to find a way out of this one, Mayor." I smirk, knowing we have him right where we want him.
"Beau, we have a problem." I turn back and watch Nix walk back in with T and three of his guys.
"He"s ours, T. f.u.c.k off," I tell him right out. How the f.u.c.k did he know we were here? Someone obviously talked back at Pink House.
"Give him up, Beau. Trust me, you don"t want this marker on your head. You kill him, you"re only bringing more s.h.i.t to your doorstep."
"And you expect me to believe you give a f.u.c.k?" I fire back. I don"t know what T"s intentions are here, but I"m not willing to give him up, so the Warriors can settle whatever it is they want with him.
"We have a relationship with them. We also have our own agenda." He offers nothing for me to go off.
"And you want us to trust your agenda is going to sit well with us."
"You owe us."
"Last time I heard, you owe us, T. I"m not giving him up."
"You will if you want your woman to walk away with murder." My mind blanks for a second, before clearing and realizing what he just said.
"The f.u.c.k you say?" I take two steps toward him. Nix moves to my right, Sy to my left. I know I"m f.u.c.king losing. I"m walking a steep precipice here. But f.u.c.k, I can"t seem to give a f.u.c.k.
"Rumors." He raises both hands in surrender.
"Yeah, rumors, this f.u.c.ker"s been spewing to anyone and everyone." I point back to the piece of s.h.i.t tied to one of the support beams.
"Let us take care of this, Nix. There are larger things at play here." T ignores my anger and turns to the one person who can put a stop to it.
"Larger things you"re not gonna share with us," I surmise, knowing before he even answers.
"This goes way up, Beau. Don"t f.u.c.king get yourself twisted in it."
I don"t say anything for a while. The Mayor"s labored breathing is the only sound in the barn.
"He"s right, Beau. The less our hands are dirty, the better."
I don"t want to agree with Nix so I argue back. "So when he comes back and f.u.c.ks with us some more?" Men like Morre don"t give a s.h.i.t about threats. He survives this, there will be h.e.l.l to deal with.
"He"s not surviving anything. Trust me, Beau. This s.h.i.t is bigger than all of us. It"s going to be dealt with," T offers and it only appeases me a small amount.
"You clean this s.h.i.t up like he wasn"t even here." Nix makes the decision for me, before I can even question anymore.
"Nix."
"Don"t push it, Beau. We have an out and we"re taking it. Let it play out in someone else"s territory." I know he wants to keep us clean, but my anger is holding me here.
"You want me to trust they have our interests?"
"I want you to trust this is what"s best for the club. For our family."
As much as I"d love to put a bullet through the f.u.c.ker"s head, Nix is right. We"re better off letting this play out on someone else"s territory. For the sake of the club.
"f.u.c.k," I concede, not happy about it.
"You"re making the right decision here." T reaches forward and taps my shoulder.
"Get the f.u.c.k off me, T." I brush it off, and move back to Morre. "Looks like it"s your lucky day. Or maybe your not so lucky day." I bend my knees and crouch down to his level.
"Please, don"t let them take me, I"ll give you whatever you want." The Mayor"s eye grow wide realizing I"m going to hand him over. Now the f.u.c.ker starts to plead.
"You give me the name, I"ll see what I can do." I"m not short of lying to the f.u.c.ker to get what I want.
"Brent Harrison. He"s a street thug." It"s the first truthful thing he"s told us since we"ve been here.
"Where can I find this f.u.c.ker?"
"He hangs down by the dock in Redwick."
Knowing this is all I"m going to get from him, I give him one final gift. "I was going to enjoy what I had planned for you next." He licks his lips, his nervous tell showing. "I wondered if you"d p.i.s.s your pants as much as your son did when I had him tied," I lie through my teeth. If this s.h.i.t with T and the Warriors falls through, I want Chad"s death on me, not Mackenzie.
"You?" His brows shoot up for a second, before lowering into a scowl.
"Yeah," is all I say before delivering my final punch, and knocking him out.
"You clean this s.h.i.t up, no trace this f.u.c.ker was here," Nix orders T.
"Nothing will touch you. You walk out that door, we don"t talk about it again. He turns up in a few weeks, you don"t bat a lid."
I don"t know if I believe T or whoever wanted Morre, only time will tell. But I am going to trust my Prez and his decision. Kenzie and the club are safe and we have a name.
Brent Harrison That"s all that matters to me right now.