Page 88 of Happenstance
“Are we just going to sit here like a couple of creeps, or are we going to go over there?” Mase lifted his chin at the estate across the street, “And talk to the man?”
“And how do you propose we do that?”
Nikolai wasn’t just some guy walking down the street that we were trying to sell Girl Scout cookies to. He was the damn Russian bratva boss. Don’t get me wrong, the Order had power, but mafia trumped secret society. These were the guys that rained blood on the streets because they had a disagreement over territory. They didn’t just take out a traitor, they took out his family, friends, and anyone that looked at the fucker for too long. They didn’t fuck around with secrets in the dark, and they sure as fuck wouldn’t have a problem shooting the messenger. I wouldn’t be much help to my angel if I was dead.
Silas leaned forward, propping his arms up on the back of mine and Mase’s seats, and blew out a breath. “We could call him?”
“Oh sure, genius, just let me pull out my mafia phone book and look up his name.” Silas and I both rolled our eyes when Mase pulled out his phone and started scrolling through contacts, muttering, “Nikolai… Nikolai… Nikolai… nope, no Nikolai. You know why? Because it’s fucking mafia, dumbass.” His eyes rolled back to a rather unimpressed Silas. “Get away from me with that shit.”
“Well, I don’t hear you coming up with any genius plans,” Silas grumbled back.
Mase crossed his arms and insisted, “I’m working on it.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Shut up, Tinkerbell. I’m trying to think.”
That made me snicker a bit. Fucking Mase redoing Silas’s room in princess theme. That was almost as good as the barber shop quartet that followed him around school.Back to Nikolai…
“Okay, we should…”
Shit, what should we do?
Whatever it was, we better do it quick, before the assholes with the AK’s noticed us sitting across the street.
“Alright,” Mase declared, “I got it.”
Silas’s scowl deepened. “He doesn’t have shit.”
“You underestimate me, my friend. I know exactly what to do.”
I eyed the confident look on Mason’s face. “And what’s that?”
“Drive up there,” he waved his hand at Nikolai’s house, “I got the rest.”
“Uh huh?” Silas hummed and sat back. “Don’t listen to this fool.”
I looked at Mase, and then back to Silas. Did I really want to listen to the guy that was talking to a stuffed dog yesterday? Sighing, I stared at the house. What choice did I have? I started the engine and rolled down the street.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Mase nodded, “Of course I know what I’m doing.”
Why doesn’t that make me feel any better?
“He has no idea what he’s doing,” Silas muttered from the back.
Mase lifted his arm and waved his hand over his shoulder. “Pipe down, princess, the adults are talking.”
I could feel Silas glaring at him. “I hope they fucking shoot you.”
“Let’s hope they don’t shoot anyone,” I muttered, while steering the SUV up the windy path to Nikolai’s gates.
The only time I’d seen men jump to action this fast was when Ryker took Riley and Mase. Chase and his boys were on that shit. A lot like the armed men I could see behind the gate, moving into ready positions. All it took to get everyone going was one guy on this side, blowing a whistle. The Lost Boys MC was just as organized, and Chase had been away from the club for years. Said a lot about the criminal enterprise.
The second we pulled up to the iron bar gate, a tap, tap, tap came on my window. I stared at the barrel of a 9mm knocking on the glass and up to the man in a suit peeking in at me. It wasn’t just him. There was another man on the passenger side, glaring at Mase, and one in front of the SUV watching us all. And that wasn’t counting however many were on the other side of that wall. Exhaling a deep breath, I silently prayed Mase knew what he was doing, and rolled down the window.
Here lies Parker Whitley…
