Page 37 of King
That would make me feel so much better.
“You have some fucking nerve showing your face here.”
I try to get around Fubar who has stepped in between me and this piece of shit before I can reach him.
“I’m fine.” I hold up my hands trying to shrug out someone’s hold. “Goddamn, it! I said I’m fine. I’ll hear him out before I kill him.”
They let me go. He smirks, unconcerned by my threat. He tosses the cigarette on the ground, then steps on it, putting it out. I glare at him, but he doesn’t care. He’s about my height, most likely the same age as me, with dark hair, cut short on the sides, long on the top, and a thick beard.
“The name’s Eros.”
I cross my arms over my chest to keep from reaching out and grabbing him around the throat.
“I know.”
There isn’t much I don’t know about the one-percenter mc that decided to set up shop bordering our territory including their son of a bitch president, Crash.
“You’re named after the Greek God of Love and Sex?” Reaper scoffs.
Eros shrugs. “I earned it.”
“What the fuck do you want, Eros?” I ask before this fucking conversation gets derailed into shit that doesn’t matter. “Your club has declared war on the Sinners and I’m telling you now, face to face, man to man, I’m coming for each and every one of you sons of bitches.”
He sighs. “First off, I want to say I did not agree with the attack on your people. Most of the brothers didn’t agree to that shit.”
“Then explain why I have one of my brothers fighting for his fucking life!”
And my woman’s scared as hell she almost died.
I pull out my gun and place it against his head before anyone can stop me, pressing the barrel firmly against his skull. To give him credit he doesn’t flinch, no fear shines in his eyes or on his face. Right then I know he’s already made peace that he’ll die in this life. Either today or another, but it’s inevitable. Most of us in this world already have made peace that the end can come at any time. Death doesn’t scare men like us.
Tongue’s worse off than we thought when we got the call. He has a gunshot wound to his side which nicked his lung. He’s had multiple blood transfusions and has a chest tube to remove the fluid from around his lungs. Right now, we’re in the wait-and-see stage and Doc is doing all he can do to keep him alive.
The Savage Order’s VP shoves his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. “A chick showed up at the clubhouse claiming she could help take you down. Gave Crash a description of a Black woman. Told him if he wanted to get to you, get to her.”
My brow dips in confusion but I keep my gun trained on him.
“For months Crash’s been trying to make a move but because of the size of the Sinners he hasn’t been able to get a foothold,” he continues. “So, when this chick showed up, he wouldn’t listen to anyone when we told him it wasn’t a good idea.”
Janie.
I run my hand through my hair. “This woman. Blonde, petite?”
“Yeah. Not too bad on the eyes.”
“How did he know when to attack?”
“She got info from someone inside your place saying the woman was going out. Next thing I know we’re getting calls some of our brothers are dead.”
Goddamn, it! I’m gonna kill her.
I look to my brothers. Disbelief covers their faces. I’m sure they’re having a hard of believing one of us or a prospect would be involved in this shit so that leaves only one option. It has to be one of the girls. One of these bitches almost got Alana killed and Tongue is barely hanging on.
“Find all the girls and have them go to the den. I’ll be there once I finish here.”
Toad takes off back to the clubhouse and I focus my attention on Eros.
“What do you want for this information?”
