Page 99 of Sugar and Skulls

“I’m a little busy right now, honey.” The girls giggle like mindless bimbos in the background.

“Tomorrow then?”

“We’ll see.” He hangs up as I’m heading out the door.

I park down the street from Bell’s House of Tail. I get busy painting. It doesn’t take me long. There is only a dozen or so bikes parked in front of the whorehouse. His club has definitely dwindled. When I’m done I climb the stairs to the abandoned building across the street. I pull Jimmy’s rifle out of the bag and wait. I’m a good shot so we will see how many I can pick off before they run for cover.

Just as the sun is coming up the bikers emerge from the building. They are laughing and slapping each other on the back. I let the scope pass over Crow. I’m saving him for something special. I pick out the other six men who raped me. I need to at least get them. They are his most loyal and therefore the most dangerous.

My scope follows the lone prospect who attended my weekend of hell. He points at his bike. The other guys gather round to see what he’s freaking out about. Guess they don’t like the giants dicks I sprayed on their bikes. When they disperse to check on the condition of their own bikes. I pop the prospect in the head. I get at least three rounds off before reality sets in and they scatter.

All but Crow. He doesn’t move. He stands there staring straight at the building I’m in as bullets fly around him. I drop the gun and run. I get back to Sylvia, breathing hard. I’m proud of myself. I think I got at least five of the bastards. I fire her up and head out to regroup for the next scene. Jimmy’s phone rings. I pick it up.

“I’m going to cut you from your pretty little cunt all the way up to your smart-ass mouth.”

“Sorry, did I miss something? I’m just waking up.” I yawn loudly into the phone. “I at least need a cup of coffee before we start any foreplay.”

“Ready for that address, sweetheart.”

“Oh, hold on, let me find my pen and paper. Let’s see, shit, I must have left it back at Jimmy’s.”

“I’m surprised you’re in such a good mood. I hear your boy took a turn for the worst.”

My stomach drops. He’s fucking with me. He has to be.

Mean, Jesse. You have to be mean.

“It’s you who’s on the turn for the worst, Crow.”

He laughs. “Is that so?” I hear his bike roar to life. He rattles off an address. “I can’t wait to see you, Jesse.”

I hang up. Immediately I call Dirk, needing to know if Raffe is hanging on.

“You have two motherfucking minutes to tell me where you are.”

I ignore him. “Is he still alive?”

He sighs loudly. “Jesse, please. I’m begging and you know I don’t beg for anything. Please, please tell me where you are.”

“I’m going to drag him to my hell and set him on fire. I need to protect what’s mine. You’re mine. Raffe’s mine. Katie’s mine….”

“Jesse, please tell me you’re not in Trap.”

“Is. He. Alive?”

“For now,” he answers honestly.

Fuck. Fuck!

“I’ve got to go, Dirk. I’ll see you on the flip side.”

“Jesse,” he yells as I hang up.

Chapter Forty

Jesse

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