Page 37 of Creature's Vengeance
Yeah, no help there.
“I’ll still see what he can do,” Maddog promised. “You never know what he’ll find.”
True.
“I can talk to my dad,” I offered. “See what he thinks. Maybe there’s something from the past that we’re missing. A clue tohelp find who’s behind all this shit and how Mateo Ruiz is involved.”
“Smart. Do it. If there’s anything worth remembering, I’m sure Titan will think of it.”
“But we’re still in the same fucking spot,” Manic pointed out. “We don’t know shit.”
The door to the chapel opened and smacked against the wall. We turned, rising to our feet as Skel entered.
“You fuckers look cozy.”
Skeletor. My father’s oldest friend. “Good to see you, brother,” I greeted him as we hugged, and he slapped me on the back.
“You grew up, Creature. Look too much like your old man did at that age.”
I laughed. “I heard all he did was chase tail until he met my mother.”
Skel shook his head. “He was a pussy magnet. Crazy times, man.” He ticked his chin at Maddog. “Heard you needed the best, so I came.”
“Shit,” Maddog laughed. “You haven’t changed at all.”
“Never plan to either.”
Maddog gestured at Manic. “This is our S.A.A., Manic. He’s a tough fucker. You’ll like him.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Skel took a seat beside me as we all returned to our chairs. “Who’s the hired gun out there?”
“Didn’t want to leave the women vulnerable, so I called in a favor. Chip is an old friend. I trust him.”
That settled it. None of us would argue with our new pres about it. If he felt Chip could protect the women while we finished church, I trusted his decision. All three of us did.
Maddog filled Skel in on our discussion prior to his arrival.
“We gotta do some intel. We don’t have enough information to make a choice right now, and making the wrong one could take a brother’s life. I ain’t risking that.”
“Agreed,” Maddog answered, “but you’ve got the advantage. Whoever snuck in here knows what we all look like. My guess is we’ve been followed. They’ve got surveillance on us. We need to shut this shit down. Fast.”
“Let me take a crack at it,” Skel offered. “You’re right. I got the advantage. I can show my face around Vegas, and no one knows me or my agenda. I don’t have a cut yet, so I can blend in.”
“You don’t fucking blend in anywhere,” I laughed, taking in his appearance. Skel’s numerous facial tattoos, including a spider and a blade pointing down his left cheek, were memorable. Same with the giant skeleton inked across his right arm from shoulder to wrist. Not to mention his fetish with masks.
He grinned. “Only with the ladies.”
Guffaws erupted around the table.
“Let me do this, Maddog. You wanted me here. Let me prove I’m worth it.”
Maddog nodded. “Do it.”
He picked up the gavel and slammed it down. “Church is dismissed.”
I left first, reaching for my phone. I slid across the screen and dialed my dad’s number.
He picked up on the third ring. “Hey, Balen.”
