Page 59 of Nova

"Seems Velasco has been following your woman around town."

"How'd you find this out?" My blood begins to boil.

"You know we installed security at her place of work the day they moved in and set up shop. Well, who we now know to be a couple of his goons was caught snooping around, trying to get a peek inside during the middle of the night," Kiwi explains.

The other night while lying in bed, Promise talked about how that motherfucker sent her flowers constantly, and the many advances Velasco made toward her during the time she represented him. I nearly lost my shit when she went into detail about the time he approached her in the parking lot of the courthouse after his trial. Promise admitted she had been meaning to tell me but with everything that's been going lately, she forgot.

"Shit." This guy is becoming a thorn in my fucking side.

"That's not all. I was checking the security feed across the street at the gun range and came across footage of Velasco himself making a few drive byes. The image is a bit grainy, but I recognize his expensive car." I think the only thing this guy loves more than himself is his dirty money.Fuckin douche.This guy has a hard-on for my woman. That shit doesn't fly with me.

"You happen to have an address? I think it's time I reintroduce myself."

"I figured you'd asked. I'll send it to you," Kiwi replies. Before he hangs up, he asks, "Need backup?"

"Meet me there," I tell him knowing we may run into trouble. Velasco doesn't seem like the type to dirty his hands, but he'll damn sure send his men to try and do the job.

"You got it." The phone goes silent.

Closing up the shop, I walk back to the house, while I wait for Kiwi to send the address. Grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter, I head for the garage. Throwing my leg over my bike, I start the engine. My phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down at the screen. I huff.Figures.The ugly bastard lives in a penthouse in the Warehouse District.

He likes to flash his money around. Probably the only way his ass gets any pussy.

It takes me forty minutes to reach my destination. As I round the street corner, I spot Kiwi sitting on his bike, casually having a smoke. I pull my bike along the curbside behind him. Getting off his bike, he steps beside me as I take off my helmet. "Look at this place, mate." Kiwi leans his head back, looking up toward the building. "I was a little curious about what it costs to live in a place like this. This fuckin' penthouse is going to cost a bloke seven figures."

"I can think of much better ways to spend that kind of money," I pocket my keys as we stride to the front door. Then ride it to the top floor of the building.

The second the doors slide open, two armed men are standing in the hallway. Taking in our appearance, they become defensive, and reach for their weapons, causing us to do the same. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," I warn them.

"Let them in." Velasco's voice drifts into the hallway. His men stand down, and Kiwi and I stroll past them stepping inside. "You two didn't think you'd catch me with my pants down, now did you?" Velasco says, lounging in an oversized leather chair with a cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"I wouldn't need no element of a surprise if I wanted you dead, Velasco." Scanning the room, I find he's the only one in here, and his only protection standing outside in the hall. The fucker isn't very bright. He's just left himself wide open. I could put a bullet in his head before his two men outside could bat an eye.

Velasco tokes his cigar. "It amuses me that you think so highly of yourself."

"Seems you haven't heeded the warning I gave you the first time to stay clear of my woman." Spotting his expensive array of whiskey nearby, I walk across the room, helping myself. I pour myself a shot's worth in a glass tumbler and toss it back. "Consider this visit your final warning because there won't be another." I level him with a murderous stare.

"Is that a threat?" Velasco abruptly stands, and I'm in his face before he has time to draw another breath.

"Motherfucker," I grab him by his cheap-ass tie and tighten it around his thick neck. Kiwi pulls his weapon, and presses the end of the barrel against Velasco's head. "It's a fuckin' promise. If I find out you or one of your men have been within a hundred yards of my woman, I'll cut your dick off, shove it down your fuckin' throat and watch you choke to death on it." Loosening my hold, I cut Velasco loose. Kiwi keeping his gun aimed at him, backs away as well, and we make our way to the door.

"You'd better watch your back, biker. You just fucked up. You're a dead man. I'll see to it myself." Velasco's words fall on deaf ears.

Let him try coming for me.

"I'll have a bullet with your name on it, Velasco, whenever you're feelin' man enough to try."

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