Page 62 of Resurfaced Passion
Her hurt feelings were the least of his problems.
After putting a call through to the Russian and coming up empty there, he slammed down his burner cell, cracking it in two. Thebratvacould probably sense Rex had no more leverage against the MC and he reasoned their partnership was dissolving.
Fuck ‘em. He hated those commie fucks anyway, he could get drugs anywhere, didn’t need those fools.
He had money stashed away. He wasn’t hurting for cash, not yet anyway, but this clusterfuck put a dent in his plans he could do without.
His first and only objection was Rider. He knew if he took him out of action, the club would fall to Hawk and that unstable bastard wouldn’t want the gavel. Leaving plenty of room for Rex.
Two knocks on the door. “Someone to see you, boss.”
If this was more bad news, he was putting a bullet in the next fucker to walk through his door. “Come.” He called out. His man walked through first but it was the young kid striding in behind him that gave Rex pause.
Early twenties. Piercings and a mohawk hairstyle. He was also cocksure with that swagger all young men had like they thought they were god’s gift. Little punks didn’t know they were born.
What stood out was the Renegade Souls prospect vest he wore beneath his leather jacket, the patch identified him for being from the Colorado chapter.
“You pat him down?”
“Yeah, boss. He ain’t carrying shit.”
He knew that face and when he thought about it, Rex placed the kid in Ty’s club here in Austin. Why then was he wearing Rider’s patch?
“What the fuck do you want? If you’ve brought a message from that nephew of mine…”
“I haven’t.”
“Spit it out.”
“I thought you could do with my help.”
Rex scoffed. Balls on this lanky piece of piss. He’d give him props for rocking up to his mansion steps if nothing else. Not many approached Rex, fearing his wrath.
“And what help do you think I need, kid?”
“Getting rid of Rider Marinos.”
Rex and his man became silent. Eerily silent. The air in the office shifted.
“You walk in here wearing a Colorado patch and you offer to help me get rid of your prez? How fuckin’ dumb you think I am?” His man pulled out his weapon, aimed, waiting for the signal.
The young kid didn’t so much as flinch. He stuck his thumbs in his denim pockets and met Rex’s stare head on like he wasn’t afraid of dying at all.
Crazy fuck.
“That’s what I said.”
Rex waited.
“They sent me here, to spy on you. To make good with you like I wanna work for you, all the while I’d be taking back what I know to them, to fuck you up.”
Funny, how it didn’t come as a surprise to Rex. It didn’t stop the sharp, short bubble of his volcanic blood though. “They think I’m one of Rider’s boys. That I’d do anything for him. They’d couldn’t be more wrong. Wanna bury him. I wanna bury all of ‘em.”
Interesting. Rex wasn’t saying he believed the boy. But his straight face and death-like voice was either Oscar worthy or he truly did hate Rider.
“And why the fuck would one of Rider’s crew hate him so much he’d bring this shit to me?”
“Cause I want ‘em all to think I’m working for them, taking info back about you. All the while I’m playing nice there, making out like I’m one happy motherfucker being the errand boy. I wanna help you bring him down. Bringthemdown.” This last sentence was delivered through clenched teeth and Rex smiled until his own molars showed.
