Page 43 of The Greek's Destruction

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m pretty tired, so I’m just gonna go home and take a shower. I’ll probably call Hailey to see how she and Devyn are doing before I turn in,” I replied, knowing I had other plans.

Zar studied me for a few seconds before saying, “Alright, but make sure you go straight home, Alistair. I know how that mind of yours works. Get some rest and we’ll meet up in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll see you in the morning, Zar.” I gave an innocent smile, then got in my car and left.

That was three hours ago. I did go to my house in the neighborhood and made sure I parked my car in front of the garage. I changed out of my suit and into the same black attire we wore when we raided Trent’s club. Afterwards I went into the kitchen and made me a sandwich waiting on Balthazar to call. Just like he knows me, I know him too. He was going to call just to make sure I was still here. Just as I was putting the dirty dishes in the sink, my cell phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered on the fifth ring, sounding as if the call woke me up out of my sleep.

“Hey, it’s me. I was calling to check on you,” Balthazar said.

I faked a yawn on the line. “Well, I was sleeping good until you just called and woke me up.”

“Sorry about that, I didn’t want anything. Go back to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”

“Alright, later bro,” I returned, then hung up.

After securing my pistols on me, I went into the garage where I kept my black Lincoln Navigator with tinted windows. I hit the button to let the garage door open, then got in and started it. I programmed the address Tech gave me into my GPS, backed out of the garage, then hit the down button. It is time for me and Andre Varner meet face to face.

An hour later, I’m in a seedy part of town, parked five houses down from the one Andre is at. Andre and few other men and women are standing outside house drinking and smoking. Andre’s a well-built older black man, with a bald head, and clean shaven face. He’s dressed in a pair of starched down jeans, a black button down short sleeved shirt, and a pair of black dress shoes. You can tell Andre’s a flashy guy by all the gold he has on. Rings on every finger, a gold watch, bracelets, gold hoop earrings, and a couple gold necklaces around his neck. He’s hugged up with a woman who’s much younger than him and clearly not Hailey’s mother. I’ve seen pictures of Milah Varner, and that’s not her.

Checking my weapons one last time, I slid them back in the shoulder holster, then put on the thin black jacket I brought with me. Getting out of the vehicle, I proceed towards the asshole and his people.

Their loud laugher and conversation dies down when they see me approaching. Dressed in all black, they probably think I’m a NARC. When I get several feet away from them, I stop, widening my stance and squaring my shoulders.

“You looking for something,” the guy on the left of Andre asks.

I smirk. “I found it but thanks.”

The guy looks at the others, then laugh. “I don’t know what you think you found over here, but you best get your ass on from around here.” The rest laugh, but stop when I join in, laughing loudly.

“You’re funny, but I’m here for him.” I point to Andre.

Andre pokes his finger at his chest, glancing at the men, then back at me. “You’re here for me? Motherfucker you don’t fucking know me. You must be on that shit. Bird, this must be one of your customers.” They laugh again and once again I join them.

“Oh, I know all about you, Andre Varner,” I declare, causing the laughter to cease. “Yes, Andre Varner from Atlanta, Georgia. The same Andre Varner that likes to touch little girls, even his own.”

Andre gives me an evil glare, before hissing, “Who the fuck are you?”

I tilt my head to the side. “I’m the motherfucker that’s going to put you six feet under if you don’t take your ass back to where you came from. Whether it be by plane, train, or automobile, I really don’t give a fuck. This will be the only warning I’ll give you.”

“Motherfucker,” Andre growls as he and the men go for their guns. The sounds of guns being cocked around them, still their movements.

Zar, Xander, Hendrix, Frankie, and Mike emerge from the shadows. Red laser beams from their guns aimed at Andre and the men.

“I knew your crazy ass was going to pull some shit,” Zar says, coming to stand next to me.

“And I knew you were going to follow me too,” I throw back.

Andre stares between the both of us, then states, “You white boys have lost your fucking mind! Do you know who the fuck you’re dealing with?!”

“We’re Greek,” Zar and I correct at the same time.

I step forward, sizing him up. “I know I’m dealing with a low level street hustler and molester. Hailey and Devyn are under my protection now and if you think I’m going to let you hurt either one of them again, you must be prepared to meet the evil son of a bitch that made you.”

“And who the fuck are you,” Andre sneers.

A sinister smile graces my face. “I’m the mother fucker that goes bump in the night.”

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