Page 43 of Fight for You

"I can cuff you now and take you in, or you can tell me what I want to know. Your choice." I pull out my phone and the handcuffs I had the foresight to bring with me and dangle them from my finger.

"He'll kill me if I talk," Liam whispers, licking his lips.

"Not if he doesn't know."

His eyes snap to mine.

I shrug a shoulder. "Tell me what I want to know, we'll work something out."

"You won't tell him it was me?" he asks.

"I won't tell him," I confirm.

Liam thinks about it for another minute and then nods. "Okay. What do you want to know?"

"Who's running with Kaleo these days?"

"Just guys from around here," he says, being evasive to avoid snitching on his friends. But I don't give a shit about what his buddies are up to right now. That's not the info I'm after.

"Who are his enforcers? Corey Love? Micah Pettus? Dante Griggs?"

"Nah, man. Corey got sent down for murder years ago," Liam says. "Micah died a few years back. Dirty D's still around. And Quan."

"Quan? Jaquan Oglesby?"

Lim nods.

Christ. Quan.

Why the fuck is he running with Kaleo?

Guess I'll have to find him and ask.

"Who else?"

"I guess Bennie Bones, maybe?" Liam doesn't sound sure. Doesn't look it either. "He comes and goes."

Well, fuck me. Seems Kaleo's dirtier than I thought if he's fucking around with Bones. Bennie Bones is a Blood, one of the biggest gangbangers in Los Angeles. He's been in and out of prison for longer than I've been alive.

"What's Kaleo have you guys slinging these days? Aside from this shit," I say, shaking the baggies in my hands.

"Crack and heroin, but I don't mess with that shit, man. I just hook up some of the kids at school who need to mellow out or stay up for tests or whatever," Liam says real quick.

"He into guns or girls?"

"Sometimes," Liam mumbles, avoiding my gaze.

"How old are the girls?" I ask, not liking the way he refuses to look at me.

"I don't know. Twenties? They’re mostly sweet butts who want to be there.”

“Mostly?”

He shrugs, his jaw clamped tight.

“Anyone younger?”

He avoids my gaze.

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