Page 10 of Truth

“Neither am I, but this shit was sloppy as fuck. I call the shots, and if I wanted any DP touched, I would have called it. Now you’re adding more fucking bullshit to our plate.”

“For defending Gen?”

“Fuck no. For not bringing the shit to me first, Brick.”

I kicked the chair next to him. Its legs broke into pieces. He didn’t give a damn. It was clear when he chuckled and pointed at me. All he wanted was to feel the sweet taste of revenge. Problem with that was revenge wasn’t always sweet.

“Let me grab my damn plate and slide.”

He stomped off like he did whenever he wanted to have his way. I understood his anger. Breeze was setting up a meeting with Chief King at the fire station. After I sent a hefty check to him to gain access to the warehouse, Breeze was dusting every window, door, doorknob—you name it. Fingerprints mattered, not fucking fingers sitting in a box linked to a crime.

I zoomed in and studied each move carefully of every motherfucker that came into view. When I saw a few of those DPs driving up and down the street, I slowed it down. I huffed and shook my head. DP bitches loved to hit the slab and show off as they popped wheelies like little bitches. I did my shit, but Brick was right. Why the fuck were they on our side of town? When I saw one riding up slowly and alone, I leaned in closer. He looked around, pulled his helmet off, and walked down the sidewalk. Brick had to have missed that part.

As he did, he had a cellphone on his shoulder against his left cheek. The bitch was being coached. He even chuckled. I could tell from the way his shoulders lifted and fell he was too comfortable as he took orders from someone else. I needed more since he clearly didn’t act alone.

“You saw that nigga?” Brick asked when he returned with a plate mounted with ribs and chicken. The cooks started early around 5:00 AM and Brick was always the first one to sample shit—greedy motherfucker. This nigga behaved as if he had no home training. Our mother, if she were still alive, would beat his ass if she saw him.

“I did.”

“And?”

“Where is he at now?”

He smiled and winked. If he killed this nigga, I was sending Brick out of state. I needed to sit his ass down anyway if Beast was in his head that way. It took nothing for our father to put a battery in my brother’s back.

“Brick?”

I rolled my neck, allowing the built-up tension to travel down my shoulders. I pressed my elbows on my desk and leaned forward. If he didn’t speak in a few seconds, he’d be at the same hospital where Genevieve was.

“He’s cool. He passed out. I had Krystian and Biscuit break in his baby mama’s house. Dropped him in their bed... with a pair of underwear next to him.”

He cackled then slid the bone of a rib in his mouth. He was fucking up his shirt and vest but fuck him. If he wanted to walk around like he needed a bib, so be it. He had a baby face to match it. Outside of being a killer, he bragged he killed pussy too.

“It’ll be his word against ours about how his ass became disabled. He didn’t see my face, though. You know how I fucking move. Eriqua lured him into a nearby Harley Davidson shop while he was watching all that ass. He asked for her number to link up. She shot him a burner number, and the rest is in that fucking box. Nigga is two fingers down. I even fucked Eriqua in that nigga’s bed while he was passed out.”

Eriqua was our mechanic and crazy as hell for fucking with Brick. She had an all-female mechanic team who also gathered information as needed from other clubs who went there for services. It was mostly to collect intel, but if something they heard was of importance to the Saints, they brought it to us.

“You two are sick motherfuckers, really sick.”

“That’s my baby.”

And his murderer if he kept playing with her.

“Anyway, we still need to move like shit didn’t happen. Our annual race fundraiser is a month away, and we need that shit to happen. With people losing their jobs, the government cutting housing assistance and Medicaid, the community is hurting. I have the prospects finalizing the rides, food, and permits to clear the street. You know people come for the race, though. Don’t hurt yourself trying to keep up with me.”

He winked and slid another huge rib in his mouth.

I chuckled since he thought his ass would win. The winner had bragging rights, but all the money went back to the community. As soon as city commissioner, Derek Vaughn, gave us the nod, we were preparing our grand opening for a community center too. He wasn’t a Saint Rider, but he was down with the cause.

“First the race, and when it’s over, we land at the park to break ground for the new community center.”

“We need to up security. Let me call up Breeze.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. I wasn’t up for Brick’s shit today. I had two fucking fingers in a box, Genny in a hospital bed, and Alix was on another one of his disappearing acts. Fuck that. I needed another drink. I wish the fuck Beast would question me.

We pulledup on Germ’s bike. I eased off, shielding my eyes from the sunlight. My eyes skated up and down the block. They had a crowd already, and it was only 9:00 AM. The way I saw it, he’d already missed money by pulling up at this time with his cocky ass.

“We’re late?” I probed with an arched brow.

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