Page 27 of Point of Infinity
“Yeah.” He cracked his knuckles. The guy in question was still wearing a cast.
“What do you think he’ll do when he finds out you got cum and pussy juice all over his favorite chair?”
He covered his cock. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck.” I took the girl’s hand and kissed it. She melted, and her eyes did that blinking sexy thing that only girls knew how to do. “Take her with you.” I dropped her hand and turned back to him. “Make sure the girl gets home okay. You both will be dealt with later.”
The warning hung in the air like a London fog.
Carla’s mouth hung open. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes.
“Carla,” he whisper-yelled. “Let’s go.”
She stood and kicked my boot while skirting past me. “Asshole.”
She wasn’t wrong. When the door shut, I pulled off my boots and spread out on the oversized couch. Sleep came easily.
“Dude.”
A kick to the edge of the couch pulled me from sleep.
“What happened to you last night?” Patrick patted my leg to get me to move and plopped down next to me. A few other guys in the club shuffled in behind him. “Thought you were meeting us at Josie’s.”
“I had some stuff to take care of.” It was early, but I had no idea the time.
Brian walked over to Pres’s chair and looked back at the door.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
“What? Pres isn’t here.” He sat down.
“Not worried about Pres.” I rubbed my eyes. “More worried about the cum stains left by the prospect I found in here fucking his girl a couple of hours ago.”
He jumped out of the chair like it was radioactive waste.
“Who was it?” He growled.
“Elephant.”
Brice walked over to the small kitchenette in the corner.
I joined him. I needed coffee. The machine showed 8:32. I maybe got two hours of sleep.
“We got everything in place?” Patrick asked.
The guys all nodded. They all knew part of the plan but not all of it. Only Patrick and I knew what was going down tonight. If it all worked out the way we’d planned, this club would look a lot different in twenty-four hours.
“Should we expect any problems from MPD or anyone else?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, but it’s part of the plan.” I rubbed my beard. I needed a shave. “Just hope they stay away until we need them.”
“Never thought we’d need Morristown’s finest,” Maddox said. “They’ve fucked with us for years.”
“Yeah, well, beneficial synergy.” I sounded like Patrick.
They all laughed. “Fuck, we are getting into some Zen type of shenanigans tonight,” Stanley, AKA Stacks, spoke up.
I sipped my coffee and sat on the edge of the pool table. The six of us, Patrick, Caleb, Brice, Maddox, Stanley, and myself, were the future of the Infinity Kings. Most of us were the kids of former members who had passed away or were taken away from us. We grew up in the gang but didn’t agree with the clubcontinuing the way it always had. It was time for a change, and we were here for it.
