Page 4 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

“Close the door and take a seat,” my father ordered.

I did as he said, and he frowned. “How many this time?”

“Three. One of them had some very specific last words.”

His brows rose. “Oh really? Do tell,” he replied, voice laced with sarcasm.

“He said they’ll never stop until all the Forsaken and Suicide Kings are dead.”

My dad rolled his eyes. “Great. Anything else?”

“He said something in Spanish, but I don’t know what it means.”

“What? I’ll put it in an online translator.”

“Vengaza por su hermano.”

My dad typed the words on his computer, then read the results. “Vengeance for his brother.”

Until that point, we didn’t know who had taken over for Matteo after we’d killed him and all his men. But if what the cartel scout had told me before I’d shot him was true, it sounded like Matteo’s brother had taken over and was out for revenge.

My dad sat back in his chair. “We need to find out if this is true. If it is, we might be able to use the information to get the upper hand.”

“I’ll look into it.”

He nodded. “And what’s this offer from Lee?”

“Apparently, he knows about our problems with the cartel. He offered to give us a good deal on fentanyl to sell for them.”

My dad scoffed. “Are you fucking serious?”

I shrugged. “It’s the hottest drug right now.”

“Yeah, and people overdose on it all the time. We don’t need that shit coming back to us. I don’t need the cartel and the cops up our asses.”

I let out a gruff laugh. “True.”

“Anything else?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Just need to inventory the guns and put them in the armory.”

“Good. Get that done ASAP.”

I saluted my father. “On it, Prez.”

I left my dad’s office and went to the armory where Raleigh and I had dropped off the guns. I grabbed our inventory binder, then entered each weapon and put it in the armory.

When I was finished, I went to find my brother. He was watching TV in the rec room, and I clapped my hands down on his shoulders, causing him to jerk. “What the fuck, bro?”

I chuckled. “Need to talk to you about something.”

He rolled his eyes. “Already? We just got back.”

Ever since our grandpa had died and my dad had taken over, Raleigh and I had been given more responsibility. While I embraced the added expectations, Raleigh didn’t. It was annoying, especially when I had to pick up his slack. “Yes. Quit bitching and listen.”

He scoffed. “Whatever.”

“Dad translated what the cartel said back at the motel, and it indicates that Matteo’s brother has taken over and is out for revenge. We need to do some digging on this brother and find some leverage.”

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