Page 81 of Golden Atonement

Smart boy.

“Solomon, let Jesse go, now,” Remi huffed, walking over as I quickly added, “Do not drop him!”

Sandman growled, lowering my son gently to the floor.

Bending my finger toward the instigator, I grabbed his shirt the second he was close enough and hauled his ass toward me until we were nose to nose.

“Listen to your mother and live. Understand?”

My son nodded when I let him go.

“Was that necessary?”

Standing up, I stretched my back, ignoring all the aches and pains as I yawned. “Yes.”

God help me.

That fucking couch was going to kill me faster than my wife.

“He’s only a little boy.”

“He’s a fucking terror on wheels and you know it. I either stop the madness now, or he’s going to grow up like me. Is that what you want?”

My woman fumed but said nothing as she did an about-face and marched her cute little ass back toward the kitchen. Grinning, I headed upstairs for a fucking shower and prayed there was still enough hot water left.

“So, what’s going on in the underworld?” I asked, sitting in church drinking a cup of coffee as everyone around me lazed about like they didn’t have a care in the world. It was odd seeing my brothers relaxed, happy even.

I didn’t like it.

“Well, for starters, the Wraith Warriors finally got the permits to build. So, they will need our help soon. Already called Luc, and he said he would send some men up this way when they were ready to break ground,” Player informed.

“Massacre, get a group together. Only five men.”

“Gonna need Smoke.”

“Fine,” I growled, then added, seeing the VP seat empty, “And take Bullseye with you. Fucker can’t be bothered to show up for church, then he can help build a damn clubhouse. What else?”

“Just a small inconvenience. Miguel Chavarria is running cocaine and heroin up the coast into Oregon. Fucker’s been moving his product up and down the coast since we left.”

Rolling my eyes, I groaned.

“Didn’t we take care of that pussy years ago?” Matrix asked.

“Sure did.” Mass grinned. “Fucker cried like a little bitch too. What’s the matter, Reggie? Shit for brains need another spanking?”

Player sighed. “It’s more than that. After the Golden Wedding, Miguel wasted no time taking claim of Northern California. His product is everywhere. To make matters worse, he infiltrated the Disturbed strip club. Let’s just say Luc wasn’t fucking happy.”

Miguel Chavarria, the president ofLos Santanas.The fucker was a middle-aged, overweight, sick son of a bitch who only cared about one fucking thing. Money. Asshole didn’t give a damn about the source or who he had to betray to get it. The more he got, the greedier he became. He was dangerous if left unchecked, and I was in no mood to deal with his fucking greedy ass.

“Mass, call over to Disturbed and see what they have planned. Offer our assistance only if they need it. Not gonna pissin Luc’s backyard if I’m not wanted. Got enough shit to deal with already.”

Ink leaned forward in his chair and said, “You may have to, Reaper. As you know, Daphne got her old job back at the library. But since she’s been back, there’s been talk, and what I mean by that is, residents are whispering their concerns to my wife. They are scared. Shit is going on in Purgatory and for once, it has nothing to do with us.”

“Daphne say what it was?” I carefully asked, already knowing what Ink would say.

“Yeah. Miguel’s drug mules are distributing their drugs around town. Reaper, a kid has already overdosed because of that shit.”

Shaking my head, I slowly rubbed my temple. There was always going to be some fucknut that thought they could do whatever they wanted. Well, not in my fucking town.

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