Page 57 of Disturbed Lucidity

“That bitch killed Raul’s brother. He wants what’s owed.”

“Not discussing her. You wanted this meeting. I obliged. If this was all we were going to be discussing, then I could have saved you the trip.”

Miguel chuckled. “You seem to think you have the upper hand here. My word is law in this territory. Everything from San Francisco to the Oregon State line belongs to me.”

“Golden Skulls and the Wraith Warriors might have an issue with that.”

Miguel and several of his brothers snickered.

“Those pussies. They are nothing. Just a minor inconvenience that will get theirs when I’m ready. You, however, have caused a problem I can’t ignore. When you shut down your strip club, you caused me to miss a shipment, which cost me two million dollars. Someone has to pay. Now, you can either give me the cash I lost, or I can take the bitch. Either way, I’m getting paid.”

As I glared at the fucker, we all heard several Harley’s pull into the parking lot.

Smiling, I grinned.

“Oh good. Our other guests have arrived.”

Miguel sat up a little straighter when the front door opened and in walked the man himself. He didn’t need any introduction. Every biker from coast to coast knew him on sight. If not, the blades he wore at his back were a dead giveaway.

“Sorry for the late arrival. Traffic was a bitch,” Reaper said, walking over as Frost quickly got up, and I pulled Ivy from her seat, placing her on my lap. Reaper sitting dead center while my son, Solomon, and Ravage stood at his back. Next to Reaper sat Wraith, the president of the Wraith Warriors, with Red and Iceman standing behind him.

“Miguel was just informing me that everything from San Francisco to the Oregon State line was his territory. Weren’t you, Miguel?”

“Been a long time, Chavarria.” Reaper growled.

“Not long enough,” the fat man muttered, glaring back. “When did you get back?”

“A while ago, just took a long vacation. So, how is the cocaine and heroin trade? Still profitable?”

“Oh, you know, it’s like any business. Has its good years and bad. So, you getting back into the flesh trade?”

“Why are you looking to be sized for a coffin?”

Miguel snickered. “You always were blunt and to the point.”

Reaper boiled with rage. “Then let me be crystal clear. A few of my brothers are waiting outside. They brought you three gifts. Sorry about their condition. An accident happened when my boys caught them selling cocaine to kids.”

Miguel looked at one of the men he brought and nodded his head. The man left to see what was waiting outside. I could have told him if he’d asked that Reaper brought three dead guys with him.

But why ruin the surprise?

When the man returned and shook his head, Miguel cursed under his breath.

Reaper raged, “Who’s the fucking pussy now, Puta?”

Wrapping my arms around Ivy, I added, “This is how it’s going to go. San Francisco is yours, and good luck with all the other clubs vying for territory. However, if you step one fucking toe in Destiny, or the surrounding area, not only will you be declaring war with Disturbed but also with The Golden Skulls and the Wraith Warriors. We control northern California now. Understood?”

Raul sneered, “That Puta is fucking mine.”

“No.”

Miguel sighed. “She’s only a whore.”

Growling, I fumed. “No.”

“Does she belong to a brother? Is that it?”

“No.”

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