Page 13 of Trident: Mayhem Makers

“Already told you, I ain’t telling you shit, brother.”

I stormed over to him.

“Why the fuck not? Brothers first remember?”

He nodded. “Yeah, but a woman’s consent is just as fucking important and I won’t break her trust, or Flick’s, like that.”

Dammit, I couldn’t argue that. While there were a few of the brothers who wouldn’t have cared a lick about if a woman consented to her details being shared around or not, Stone wasn’t one of them. Normally, I wasn’t either. I ran my hand through my beard, giving it a tug.

“Just come with me tonight, yeah?”

I shook my head with a smirk. “You’re loving all thiscryptic shit, aren’t you? Where we going? Bridgewater?”

As much as I wanted to pin down my girl, I’d just ridden all day and didn’t want to do another five hours tonight.

He grinned broadly. “Hell yeah I’m loving messing with you. Most fun I’ve had in while. And I ain’t telling you anything more than it’s in Dallas and you don’t need to wear anything special.”

“Colors?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

Realizing it was pointless to try to get anything more out of him, I headed toward the bar and grabbed a beer before I went and relaxed in a booth, dismissing the club girls that came over looking for some lovin’. There was only one woman I wanted in my lap, and she wasn’t here.

Animal was high as a kite again, cornering any club girl he could. After a few minutes, Stone came and sat beside me with his own drink.

Being careful to keep my voice low, I turned my face toward Stone before I spoke. “We’re gonna have to do something about him soon.”

He nodded before taking a swig from his beer. “Yeah, I know. I keep hoping he’ll pull himself outta this spiral he’s in, but it’s not looking like that’s gonna happen.”

I huffed out a breath at Stone’s optimism. “How long has it been since you first noticed he was using too much?”

The other man stayed quiet for a few moments as we watched Animal roughly fuck one of the women’s mouths. Club whores knew the score. If they were here, they were to be available to any brother or other club guest, who wanted to use them. Any way they wanted. We didn’t let them get hurt, if someone went too far, they paid a heavy price for it. But for the most part, it was only women who liked it rough who lasted any length of time here.

“I recon it didn’t start to get outta control until about two, maybe three, months back.”

I’d figured about the same timeline, but I wasn’t as close to Animal as Stone was.

“You know what he’s on?”

He shook his head. “I’m not certain. It ain’t anything we move. I checked and he’s never bought from the club. He ain’t stupid enough to steal it. He knows the price for that.”

Yeah. Death was the price. Suddenly I remembered something else.

“It was about what? Four months back that he fucked his shoulder up after dropping his bike?”

Stone closed his eyes and hit his head against the booth seat.

“Fuck. Yeah, he screwed his shoulder back in college and landing on it aggravated it. Dammit. He’s probably gone and gotten himself hooked on whatever pills he was prescribed.”

I gave my beard a tug. “If he ain’t self-medicating from ourstores, who the fuck is he buying from?”

Stone turned his glare on me. “You can’t be thinking he’s the reason we’ve been having issues with the cartel.”

I shrugged. “Coincidences are rare. You know that better than fucking anyone. It might be time to talk to Maverick, or Viper.”

Maverick was our VP and was a little more tolerant than Viper, our president. I didn’t want to get the man taken out but he was going down a spiral that someone had to put a stop to before he ended up fucking killing himself, probably along with some others. Who would either be club brothers or innocents.

“Fuck!” Stone slammed a fist against the table, gaining us some attention from the others in the room for a minute. Once they saw we weren’t gonna start fighting, they all focused back on their own shit. And Animal switched out to the next girl, lifting this one’s skirt to slap her ass a few times before he thrust into her pussy from behind, wrapping one hand in her hair as he ripped her top down and took a rough grip of her tit, squeezing her nipple until she was moaning and slid her own hand between her legs to tweak her clit.

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