Page 25 of Big Red

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Cindy and Colt are great kids. And since it's Friday, we can watch movies while eating our weight in sweets.” My face drops, and she bursts out laughing. “I’m just kidding. Well, mostly.”

After eating at the clubhouse,I informed the kids that Alice would be staying with them for a few hours while I headed out. Both of them were stoked. We walked home, and a few hours later, Alice came by. Her hands were full with bags. She had popcorn, cookies, chocolate, and a variety box of candy.

The kids practically pushed me out the door.

Little traders.

Walking over to my bike, I find Viper waiting for me. “I know what you’re about to do, but you aren’t rolling alone. I have to pay a certain someone a visit myself. So, it's going to be a two-for-one deal.”

“Vincent?”

“Not just yet. Soon though. Tonight, we’re about to show a certain officer what happens when he touches what’s mine.”

I chuckle, knowing Viper is about to unleash hell tonight. I honestly expected him to go after the officer who frisked Cara sooner than this.

“Okay, well, let’s get out of here, man. Zack should be wrapping up with his mistress soon. I want to catch his ass in the parking garage of the hotel.”

“Hold up a second.” Viper makes a call, and in two minutes, Bear, Blade, Torch, Thor, and Smoke are on their bikes at the end of my driveway. After I mount my bike and start moving, the guys follow me to the hotel.

The folder Tech gave me had a daily schedule of Zack’s everyday life. He meets up with his mistress on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. He normally leaves the hotel around ten before heading home to his wife.

By the time Zack enters the parking garage, I’ve been waiting by his car for ten minutes. He’s so engrossed in his phone he doesn’t notice six burly bikers surrounding his vehicle until it’s too late. He tries to run and collides with Bear.

“L-look, I don’t have much cash on me but here. It’s yours.” He opens his wallet, pulling out a few hundred-dollar bills. He’s in for a rude awakening tonight. Money can't fix this problem. Not bothering to say a word, I slam my fist in his face. Again and again.

“P-please, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just stop, please!” he begs.

“This is embarrassing, man. At least try and bite his ass. You just gonna take that ass whooping, begging, and crying like a little bitch,” Thor chastises.

“W-what? I don’t fight. I’m a well-respected businessman, and I don’t need to result to violence?—”

“Okay. We got it. You’re a little bitch. It explains why your son thinks it’s acceptable to bully a little girl.”

Zack opens his mouth, and I deliver another punch, effectively shutting his ass up. “You don’t talk. Now is the time to listen because if I have to come back, your mother is going to be picking out her black dress. Your son, Tommy, needs to leave my daughter alone. If she even hints he’s still bothering her, it's lights out for you.”

“Wait, I recognize you. Your daughter is Cindy. She broke his nose, so of course he’s not going to get along with her?—”

I whip my gun out and he shrieks. He tries backing away, but he’s surrounded. Crouching down, I place my gun to his temple. “Do we have an understanding?” I ask. He nods his head frantically. Standing to my feet, I tuck my gun back into the waistband of my jeans. “I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you try going to the police, do I?

“N-no. You have my word. Tommy won't say another word to your daughter.”

Not needing to say anything else, we mount our bikes and follow Viper. He did his homework for this little mission. He knew where Office Smith's spare key was and everything. Viper let us know we would wait for him in the kitchen. Every night, Officer Smith takes off his duty belt as soon as he walks through the door, and then he always goes to the kitchen and fixes himself a drink.

Needless to say, Officer Smith almost shit his pants when he saw us standing in his kitchen. He tried to make a quick getaway, but Bear snatched his ass up, slamming him into the seat across from Viper.

“Look, man. I’m an officer. You’re not going?—”

“Shut the fuck up! We’re just here to talk. I want to know what the Langley's have up their sleeve.” He takes the bottle of Jack that Officer Smith loves so much and pours a healthy shot into the tumbler in front of him. He slides it over, and Officer Smith takes a healthy swallow.

I shake my head, silently laughing. This man is dumber than I thought. I wouldn’t trust a drink from an enemy. I don’t care if they poured it right in front of me or not.

Let me rewind a little bit for you. When we first entered the house, Viper crushed a hefty amount of Xanax, Klonopin, Valium, and Zopiclone and mixed it in the bottle. It seems that Officer Smith has had problems staying sober in the past. When his body is found, it’ll look like he had a relapse and went off the deep end.

Officer Smith shrugs his shoulders with a smug smile. “I don’t know. Those two don’t tell us anything other than they’re going to take the club down. You all think you run this town, and we blame the chief for it. He should have run you and your little club out of this town a long time ago.”

By the time he’s finished speaking, his words are slurred. His eyes droop by the second. He takes a look at the tumbler before looking up at Viper, who gives him a wide smile.

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