Page 93 of Sweet Pea

“What the fuck do you know?”

I shrugged. “Nothing, apparently. I thought you were behind Char’s hit. I thought you’d at least earned your seat.”

“Everything I got, I took with my own two hands. Just the way I like it. It’s the whole reason I joined a club in the first place.” He scowled. “Everyone knows, Cutter should have given me Red Dog’s staff, but instead, he and Minus decided to turn the Burning Saints into some sort of sweatshop that knits pink pussy hats.”

“So, it was easier to betray your club and take what belonged to another man, someone who had actually built his club from nothing? At least Char would have had the balls to kill his enemy himself.”

“You know what, Pea? Because you and I have history, and because this conversation isn’t gonna matter in thirty seconds, anyway, I’ll be straight with you,” Wolf said. “I did kill the old man. I took his club from him just like I’m gonna take the Saints from Minus. The only difference is, I’ll get to stab Minus in the heart myself instead of having to hire a jailhouse rat to do it. Then when I’m done, I’m gonna introduce your lawyer girlfriend to my big ol’ snake and you won’t be around to stop me. You got anything cute to say about that?” Wolf asked triumphantly, as he pulled a .9mm pistol from inside his kutte.

“Yeah,” I said, before raising my hand to give the signal. “Objection, mother fucker.”

Before my hand reached the air, Wolf’s gun, along with his right hand disappeared in a puff of pink mist.

Taxi’s skills as a marksman were as good as advertised and his bullet found its target.

Wolf dropped to his knees, unable to utter a sound as he gripped his forearm, now gushing with blood.

I heard sirens approaching from the distance and sat silently as I watched Wolf convulse and bleed. I barely had time to process what happened when I heard Minus’s voice call out, “Pea, you okay?”

“I’m good. Wolf is down,” I replied, and he and Clutch ran to join me.

“Jesus Christ,” Minus said, upon seeing Wolf, who was now attempting to “fix” his hand. Wolf frantically pulled at the few bits of skin and bone that hung from his bloody stump as arterial blood sprayed his face.

“I can fix this,” Wolf said, clearly in a state of shock. “Help me find my fingers,” he shouted as he began searching through the dirt.

Clutch kicked Wolf’s gun out of reach and Minus checked on me.

“You okay?” he asked, and I nodded as federal agents swarmed the area.

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