Page 14 of Seized By Solo

I see a change in Tracer’s eyes as I talk about the young mother. He came from a shit home, where his dad would gamble their money away and leave both him and his mum starving for days at a time.

We arrive at the waterfall and I see the guy we are meeting pacing back and forth, biting his thumbnail.

Fucking cunt. I knew he would be high. This is a tell for him. He is agitated by the looks of it. His eyes meet mine as we get closer, and they widen when they see my brothers at my side.

“Solo, man, why you got to bring people with you?”

“Why is none of your business. Now, what do you have for me?” I growl.

“Whoa, man. Fuck, chill out, will you?” He sniffs, scratching his eyebrow.

“Speak.”

“Fuck, okay, man. The guy you wanted me to follow, well, I did. Then I fucking bolted when I saw who he works for.” He sniffs again, his eyes darting around the area.

Both Shift and Tracer leave my side, doing what they need to do: making sure no one disturbs us. They have my back in all situations, and I them.

“Who, Carl? Fucking hell, you are wasting my time.”

“Shit. I’m dead if they find out I ratted their name,” he says hurriedly.

I move forward, making him yelp, and grab the front of his jumper, pulling him to me. The smell on his breath makes my stomach roll, but I hold firm.

“WHO?” I bellow.

“Adrian Dyer.” The name makes my blood boil.

I have had run-ins with him in the past, back when he was a scrawny little runt when he joined the ranks of the Oxford drug ring. Now it seems the little cunt is running shit.

“He wants everything south of Oxford.” Carl sniffles, fear flashing in his eyes. “Your guy works for him. I heard him say that he wants some chick and her kids. Fuck, man, Dyer ain’t into that shit with kids and women, but Alan doesn’t care.”

I throw him to the floor, snarling at what I have just heard.

This cunt wants my woman and kids. Well, he has another thing coming, my fucking knife straight across his throat. No man, or anyone, will cause them harm anymore.

“This Alan bloke, is he a man of his word or what? Will he fucking go through with hurting my woman?” I snarl. His face blanches in fear, and I scoff at him.

“He’s a dick; he will do anything to make good with Dyer.” His voice trembles.

Shaking my head, I try to calm my boiling blood. My fists clench at my sides as I step forward. Before he can open his mouth to speak, I swing my fist, connecting directly with his jaw. He falls to the floor, screaming in pain and cursing up a storm.

“You bastard!”

“Thank you,” I chuckle as I tower over him.

“I told you what I know. Fucking hell, Solo, man. I got you what you wanted. Why you got to hit me like that? I thought we were tight.”

I laugh but there’s no fucking humour to the sound. Leaning down, his eyes spring wide with fear.

“We are nothing, fuckface. After today, and from what I have heard about the way you treat your girl, we are less than fucking nothing.” I look over my shoulder and give a chin lift to Tracer.

“He is all yours, brother.” I slap him on the back as I walk past, ignoring the way the little rat is calling my name. I hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh, followed by groans of pain, and I smile, knowing he is getting what he deserves.

“What did you hear about his girl?” Shift asks, catching up to me.

“He beat her. She fell and knocked the baby’s crib over. He is fucking lucky they are both fine. The old lady in the flat below them called the police.”

“Then he deserves everything he fucking gets, the rat cunt.” I nod in agreement as we sit on our bikes, waiting for Tracer to dole out his punishment.

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