Page 1 of Under The Greek's Protection

Previously

“Alistair, are you sureyou don’t want to stay here tonight?” Zar asked with a questioning look, as we stood in front of his house.

I love Balthazar to death. I would kill anybody I thought would try and do him dirty, but sometimes he takes his big brother role too seriously, like right now. I know I can be a loose cannon at times, but only when necessary. I like to let motherfuckers know up front to not fuck with me. If Balthazar would’ve let me take care of that shit with Trent in the beginning this whole war would be done with- but that was his call. He’s the Boss, but this shit with Hailey’s step-father, that’s my problem to handle.

“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, got in my car, and left.

That was three hours ago. I did go to my house in the neighborhood. I 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 myself a sandwich, waiting for 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, before hanging 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, got in and started it. I programmed the address Tech gave me into my GPS, backed out of the garage, and hit the down button. It is time for me and Andre Varner to meet face to face.

An hour later, I was in a seedy part of town, parked five houses down from Andre. Andre and a few other men and women were standing outside the house, drinking and smoking. Andre is a well-built older black man, with a bald head, and clean shaven face. He’s dressed in a pair of starched down jeans, black button down short sleeved shirt, and a pair of black dress shoes. You can tell Andre is a flashy guy by all the gold he has on. Rings on every finger, a gold watch, bracelets, gold hoop earrings, and a couple of 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 holsters, putting on a thin black jacket. Getting out of the vehicle, I proceed towards the asshole and his people.

Their loud laughter and conversation die 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, laughing. “I don’t know what you think you found here, but you better 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, 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 give you.”

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

Zar, Xander, Hendrix, Frankie, and Mike emerge from the shadows, with 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 threw back.

Andre stares between the both of us, and 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.

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