Page 587 of The Tempted

The both of us had Christine’s blood on our hands and this son of a bitch wanted to point fingers.

“Instead of taunting my brothers why don’t you assholes do your job and find out who shot up Pop’s business,” Jack suggested.

“We intend to,” Craig promised. “Who’d you piss off this time, Bulldog?”

“Don’t bust my balls. Do your job or get the fuck out of here, put all those hard earned tax dollars to use," Jack hissed, turning around to face the rest of us and nodded toward Pops.

“You people probably never paid taxes a day in your life,” he sneered.

I rolled my eyes, deciding this jerk off didn’t deserve anymore of my time and followed Jack toward Pops.

“Hey, Blackie, I’d watch my back if I were you. It’d be a shame if you suffered the same fate as Christine,” he crooned.

I froze in my tracks.

He didn’t get to say her name.

He didn’t get to use her death against me.

“Fuck,” I heard Jack hiss as I spun around and charged for the douche bag who wouldn’t let my wife rest in peace.

“Keep her name off your fucking tongue or so help me God I’ll slice that thing right out of your fucking mouth,” I roared.

Jack grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me back before my hands closed around Brantley’s throat.

“Sounds like you just threatened a police officer,” he tormented.

I blew out a ragged breath, shrugged Jack off me and took a dangerous step closer to Brantley, piercing him with a deadly glare.

“You got a hard on for me, motherfucker?” I whispered, extending my arms outward and crossing one wrist over the other. “Go on, lock me up,” I coaxed.

His eyes dipped to my wrists before turning his head side to side and glancing at the brothers in blue.

“Pussy,” I hissed.

Just as I thought.

Man wanted to play the good cop in front of his precinct but he was as dirty as the sole of my boots.

“You okay?” Jack questioned.

“I’m fine,” I confirmed, tipping his head toward the ambulance rolling into the parking lot.

We walked away from “Dirty Harry” and made our way to Pops. He was crouched down on the ground over the young worker’s body. The kid had taken a shot to the leg and would be fine but Pops was obviously shaken up. Wu had shot the joint up and taken our guns, desecrating any future deal we were trying to make with Spinelli.

“We’re sure it was Wu?” Riggs asked.

Good question.

I pinned Jack with a look, questioning him with my eyes, knowing we had two clubs gunning for us when everyone else only was worried about one.

“Yeah, they didn’t even try to hide their identity, sending their message loud and clear,” Wolf said as he lit up a cigarette. “Those fucking Dragons, man,” he took a puff and turned toward Jack. “Give me the green light, make them watch as I fuck all their mothers,” he offered.

“Christ, Wolf,” Bones snarled. “What the fuck did their mothers do to you?”

“Them bitches brought those fucks into the world,” he insisted.

Fact.

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