Page 7 of Point of Infinity
CHAPTER 2
BECKY (KENZIE)
“Well, fuck me.” He growled. “She is fucking hot.”
“Pop.” Patrick pushed the hair out of his face. His lip twitched. “How’d it go in Philly?”
“Shit show, but effective.” They continued talking, but their words didn’t reach my senses. Thank God, Patrick averted his father’s attention before I reacted. As far as I knew, I hadn’t been in a room with my father since I was six years old.
And here he was, in the flesh. My destiny set me on a path to ruin the Infinity Kings. My life’s ambition, to kill my father with as much pain and humiliation as possible. I had visions of a gang of heavily endowed black gang members doing to him what he allowed to be done to my mother. An eye for an eye, or pain for pain. Poetic justice at its finest. Besides the fantasy, I hadn’t planned on how it would go down. I was all about the long game, infiltrate the club, do what I had to do to get close to him, and slowly and meticulously take them out one by fucking one.
“Jesus.” My father turned in my direction. His eyes narrowed as if he’d heard my thought. “Girl.” He snapped his fingers.
I blinked and stepped forward.
“Sorry.” I flipped my pad, trying to find something to ground me and prevent me from leaping over the booth and breaking this man’s neck in front of twenty of his men.
Once I killed him and watched him take his last breath, I figured it would be my last breath in life, too. As long as he went first, it would almost be worth it. “What can I get you?” I hated the fear in my voice. I wasn’t afraid of them. In front of this group, I found that showing fear was a more acceptable response, though I was enraged. I had to keep up the facade.
“Go grab us some burgers off the grill and some beers for my boys and me.” He reached out to grab my ass, but I leaped out of his reach.
Unfortunately, I fell right into the arms of a big, burly looking biker with a head and face full of greasy dark brown hair. He wrapped his meaty paw around my waist and flicked my left nipple with his pudgy fingers. He nuzzled my neck and licked me. The other guys chuckled. His breath smelled of rotten eggs. My stomach turned. I pushed away, but he tightened his grip and laughed. I palmed the knife in my apron, but before I could sink it into his fat fucking face and pry myself out of his clutches, his left arm retreated. He nudged me out of the way.
I spun around, and the big, burly dude was on the ground, his arm bent at an awkward angle, while Reid snarled and threatened to break it.
“She’s mine.” He growled in the hairy man’s ear, but loud enough for the whole diner to hear. And for good measure, the snap of two fingers echoed off the walls.
“Well, that explains it.” Sonny chuckled and slapped the counter. “No wonder we found you at this hellhole.”
The assholes had the nerve to laugh.
“Burgers up,” Murray yelled from the back and hit the bell with his spatula. Reid had let go of the biker and helped him up. He straightened his cut and patted the guy on the beard with agrin. The bearded guy seemed to appreciate that his arm was still attached to his body.
“All you had to do was say.” The bearded guy shrugged and sauntered off to the other side of the diner. He realigned his fingers and chugged a bottle of beer.
I slipped behind the counter and grabbed three plates of burgers and fries. I walked them to the table and set them down.
“Help her.” Patrick pointed near the door, and two guys in prospect cuts jumped to attention. One jumped over the counter and grabbed food and drinks and serve them.
I walked back toward the counter. I had to slide around Reid, but he stilled me with his eyes. “Why don’t you have a seat over there and stay out of trouble.” He pointed to the end of the counter. “We’ll be out of your hair soon.”
He patted my butt. I gasped and refrained from slapping him on the back of his head. We skirted past each other. His breath smelled of mint and sent a chill up my spine. He brushed a kiss against my cheek, and my knees went weak again. I smiled up at him, again falling right into the part. Not the one I would have chosen, but it might keep me alive and not gang raped.
For tonight, anyway.
But I couldn’t sit. I wiped down the chairs and tables, took beers out of the cooler, and placed them on the counter. I patted the pocket on my apron and gasped. The two knives were gone. I glared at Reid, who was spinning one in his hand while surveying the room. I finished rolling the rest of the silverware in napkins and slid another knife in my apron. And I listened. Sonny had referred to Patrick and Reid as his sons.
I assumed Patrick. He had a hint of red in his hair and the same jawline. I’d discovered a photo of my father when he was young in my mom’s stuff. She kept it in a box in the back of her closet. It was one of the few things I took before the police whisked me away from the only home I’d ever known. I blinkedthe grief away before it overtook me. I had to stay focused if I was going to get myself out of this mess.
“Listen, Halloween is coming up soon.” Sonny took a sip of his beer. I spotted the box of rat poising behind the counter. I could have slipped a little into it before serving him.
Fucking missed opportunity.
“We have the party. A truce between the gangs, so they won’t be expecting any trouble.” Sonny wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It shook. Maybe he had an incurable disease. No, a fatal illness would let him off the hook too easily.
“Pops, taking out Angelo’s family will send the wrong message.” Patrick spun a bottle cap across the table. Sonny slammed his hand down on it. The entire room went silent.
“What message will it send, son?” Sonny leaned in. Patrick leaned back. Reid remained hunched with his arms on the table, spinning the knife rhythmically. He feigned disinterest, but the tension in the back of his neck showed he was in tune with the entire room. Every word and every move.
