Page 44 of Their Stolen Obsession
Shit. Sin was a mess, but I was, too. We needed clear heads. We had to get our shit together.
A few moments passed. I released Sin, and the leather on his jacket made a crinkling sound. I exhaled and sat back in my seat. This was bad. My best friend was always one step ahead of me, but his mind was all over the place. Confused, screwed up, and blinded by Liv. I couldn’t blame him because I felt the same way. Lost without her, frazzled, and let’s face it—horny as fuck. I hadn’t blown my load in weeks because of stress and my obsession with revenge.
Sin turned to me, a calmness in his expression. “You’re right.”
“I am?” I laughed nervously. “I’m all fucked up, man.”
“I know. I am too, but we need to figure out who we are dealing with,” Sin explained. He gave my shoulder a pat and a firm squeeze. “Then we make ’em bleed. Agreed?”
There was the Sin I knew. He was back. Calculated, ruthless, and ready to take down the beast.
“Fuck yeah,” I answered with a slap to Sin’s leg. “My man is back.”
After we saw Liv, we experienced a rush. The high propelled us to chase after her, but we lost steam. Wegot trapped in the smoke, a cloud of confusion until we reached full clarity.
“With a fucking vengeance.” Sin grinned as he took out his cell phone and pulled up Google. “Now let’s see what we can find out about these motherfuckers.”
Few news articles came up about the alleged Pitrone Mafia family. The facts weren’t hard to find. The two kingpins were brothers who ran the organized crime front. Preston Pitrone, a.k.a. the “Pit Bull,” and Phoenix Pitrone, a.k.a. “Punish,” owned a coffee business called Cuppabeans. The company was a definite front to run illegal drugs through, leaving them untouchable until now.Plus, who uses nicknames like Pit Bull and Punish?Goddamn juveniles.
“Pricks,” Sin muttered under his breath.
High-priced lawyers kept the brothers out of jail, and they had covered up their sketchy tracks for far too long. Preston and Phoenix had done a shitty job of keeping out of the tabloids, but their exact whereabouts remained unknown. Their movements in and out of the city went cold. Figures.
I peered down at the blinking dot and noticed the red light had stopped its movement. The Pitrone brother’s location wasn’t a mystery anymore. Sin and I were hot on their trail.
“Bingo,” I whispered and held up the address for Sin to see. “Check the place out.”
“On it.”
The building was massive, a fucking fortress. I’d be damned. No registered address. No wonder those bastards had flown under the radar.
Fuck. My stomach grumbled. I was damn hungry I could eat a fucking horse.
“I need a bite to eat,” I admitted.
Sin asked, “Hungry? At a time like this?”
“Yes…” I replied and patted my stomach. “You know me. I can’t think straight on an empty stomach.”
“Got to feed the beast.” Sin chuckled and pulled out into traffic without an indicator.
The city bus behind us laid on its horn, and Sin ignored the blare. He went under the speed limit to piss the bus driver off and made him ride his ass until he came to a bus stop.
“Dickhead.” I chuckled and pointed toward McDonald’s. “There.”
The car bounced up the curb and Sin headed straight for the drive-through. He cut off a vehicle, pulled up to the speaker post, and the lady in the car tooted her horn a few times. He answered her by rolling down his window and flippingher off. The woman was too stunned to speak, her mouth agape, and I wondered if she had false teeth.
“Sorry, but not sorry. Life or death situation…” Sin glanced over at me, and his tone turned into a babbling buffoon who talked to me as if I were a baby, “But someone had a hungry tummy.”
My curse filled the car.
The woman behind us reversed and sped out of the parking lot. Sin wouldn’t let the wisecrack go. He ordered a kid’s Happy Meal when I wanted a Big Mac Meal, and I slapped him upside the head.
We got up to the fast-food window and had to wait an entire five fucking minutes for our order. Sin hatched out a plan to ease my anxious mind while all I wanted to do in that exact moment was stuff my face. The food was terrible for the body, if I was being honest, but Mickey D’s was the shit.
Sin said, “We find Liv inside that fucking castle, extract our missing piece, and keep her out of danger.”
All hell would break loose, but that was the goal. Destruction was our middle name, and killing was our game. We were one step ahead of these assholes. They’d never see us coming. This was a walk in the park.
