Page 4 of Bound by Wreckage
Buck huffs a bit, but finallygets up, taking off down the hallway. As I follow, I notice Carsyn off in a small darkened nook by the bar area. She has a package of peas pressed to her face. She must feel me staring because she looks up, and our eyes connect. For a moment, maybe a millisecond, fire breathes in her gaze. One that wasn’t there only moments ago. I commit the glimpse of life to memory as I try to put the piecesof the puzzle in front of me together.
The void and emptiness she had before now blazes with life, hope.Carsyn… Carsyn.My mind wanders back… it couldn’t be her.
Could it?
She turns her head breaking the contact, and fuck if I don’t want her eyes back on me.
Buck opens a door and I take one more look in Carsyn’s direction, but she’s gone once again.
His officeis nothing elaborate. A desk and two chairs on the opposite side. He motions for us to take a seat as he moves behind the desk and takes his own.
“What can I do for you boys?” Buck asks, leaning back and reclining the chair.
“Cut the shit,” I order, growing tired of the games.
I want to throttle this man and cut his dick off, not that he’d ever know it from my stoic expression;a skill I learned from my father. He’s so damn hard to read and I knew, being in Ravage, I’d need to conquer that as well.
It’s hard holding back the anger. The way he sits there not giving one single shit he punched his family; he hit his own sister. A woman is to be cherished not abused. It disgusts me. You don’t treat family like that.
“Right, you want info on the new shipmentout of Sycamore. I’ve got it, but it’ll come at a price.” His smug fucking smile only pisses me off more. Green’s fists clench telling me he’s feeling the same. This fucker is alive because Ravage allows it. He’d best remember it.
Leaning forward in the chair, my stare doesn’t leave him, and the smart ass smile he has starts to fade. That’s right, fucker. You’re stepping over a line, andI won’t tolerate it.
“You don’t seem to get how this shit works, Buck. You tell us what we want to know, and you live. You don’t and I’ll fuckin’ gut you like a pig myself.”
He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Chill, man. Look, all I know is a guy by the name of Torrance McKay is runnin’ the show up near Sycamore. I know they’re pushin’ in some drugs, but word on the streetis they’re shipping them to North Carolina. That’s all I’ve got.”
“You made us come all the way here for this shit?” Green bites out.
A satisfied smirk comes over his lips. “Wanted to see how badly you wanted the information.”
Two seconds and my gun is out and pointed at Buck’s face. Surprise crosses him, but he doesn’t back down. “You gonna kill me in my own house?”
“Keep sayin’ stupid shit and yeah.”
“That’s all I’ve got.”
“Then we’re gone.” The urge to pull the trigger rides me hard, but logistically in this situation, it’s better to get the fuck out. I put the gun behind my back. “Next time, just fuckin’ tell us over the phone or this won’t go nice.”
“Right.”
His arrogance pisses me off more. What an absolute piece of shit. Heshould be taken out and buried. Something is niggling me, though. He’s either hiding something or he’s involved with whatever this Torrance man is up to. Or maybe it’s Carsyn? Either way, I’ll figure it out and he’ll end up with a bullet to his face. My disdain for him just put Buck on my radar, somewhere he doesn’t want to be. He just doesn’t know it yet.
Torrance seems to have boughthimself some trouble as well. He’s dabbling in one of our suppliers, and that shit doesn’t happen.
Fucker will pay.
