Page 123 of Tied to You
We need to crush them in one swoop. It’ll be fucking difficult, given the way the cunt gave no fucks about coming after one of us in our own territory, but we need to get it done now. If we don’t all move as one and annihilate them, this shit will never end.
With the hunger for aggression pulsing through me, I’ve had no time for Mollie. It makes me sick to the stomach. Every time I think about her, or what could have happened, I have to brace myself for the evil desires that try to consume me. I’m still reeling at her apparent dismissal last night. Although she just told me she loves me, without our physical connection, they’re just words. I’m a man who needs physical contact. I need to show her how much she means to me and how much I now rely on her.
I’ve never relied on anyone, not until she came along. She’s like a drug to me, a high that I never want to come down from. Then again, her words irritate me like an itch I can’t seem to scratch.For now.
I hate it when things change or don’t go my way. My brothers know it, hence why they always give me a wide berth whenever shit doesn’t go to plan. So, Mollie telling me that I’m enough for herfor now, isn’t going down well. It means one day I won’t be all that she wants. No amount of love I give her will be enough. I like what we have. Nothing needs to change. Change means different.
Taking a long hit of nicotine, I look around where we are. The land we occupied five months ago now has two, large commercial polytunnels on it. We store old bikes here, broken down vehicles, anything from cars to one of my uncle’s old tractors. Of course, it’s a front for storing Elvis’ drugs, a place we know we can man and no one can find the drugs hidden in the vehicles.
It’s after eight. The first signs of the evening beginning to close in are starting to show. The sky’s blacker. The air, cooler. Not that I feel it. My blood’s running hot, readying itself for what comes next. “Rocco,” Dean says, holding up his phone before putting it to his ear. “Yep. Okay.”
I flick my cigarette to the ground. We’re moving.
Dean gives me a nod, hanging up on Rocco and putting his phone away. “Is he ever on time?”
I don’t smile. Sparky should have been here twenty minutes ago. We wait a further few minutes before the wanker finally pulls in and steps out of his car.
“You need a fucking watch,” I spit, immediately turning my back on him as he makes his way over to me.
“Alright,” he says half-arsed, which pisses me off like the flick of a switch.
I spin, grab him by the collar and pull the little cunt to my face. “Not. Fucking. Alright. Do you have any idea how huge this all is?” I tighten my hold, and his eyes widen. “One cock-up from you and it all goes to shit. And if it does, I can personally guarantee it’ll be me that makes your life a fucking misery. Understand?”
“Yes,” he stammers, falling back when I release him.
I walk inside one tunnel, opening the bonnet of a beaten-up vintage car. I have to shake away how it makes me think of Mollie and the ridiculous thing she drives. “You know who you’re taking this to?”
Sparky nods. “Once I let him think I’m giving you up, I call you.”
I pass him the small duffel bag. “Give them the location where we’ll be waiting, tell them the drugs are there. It’s too big an opportunity to miss.” Once Saviours move, our other charters will step in and take out their locations. They’re all in place, all ready to move when we call.
“What do I do after that?”
I give him a small shrug, carefully lowering the hood. “Get out of there. You won’t have long before Rippers move in.”
“Okay.” He takes the bag, turning to walk away. His head is lowered, hiswhole body drooped.
“Something wrong?” I ask, making him stop.
Sparky slowly turns, his hands gripping the bag tighter. “Will Elvis be there?”
My eyebrows crease, my head tilting to one side. “No, why?”
He looks around the tunnels and the sheltered space around us. “Haven’t really seen him since this started.”
I check his expression, unable to read it behind his hooded gaze. Mollie would know with one look. “Last few buyers need locking down. Once that’s done, Nathan’s out of the picture. Then you get your friend back.”
Elvis has had to lay low whilst we make our new offers. He’s had our protection at every deal, but it’s been a long-winded process, as we knew it would be. We’re almost there.
Sparky’s standing motionless. I cop a look at Dean who’s watching us. “Need you to go,” he tells him harshly.
Sparky shakes his head mildly before shuffling on his feet. He gives me a funny look before he turns and gets in his car.
“What the fuck was that?”
Good fucking question.Grabbing my helmet, I watch Sparky leave. “No fucking clue,” I say. I swing my leg over my bike watching Dean. I can see him thinking. “You don’t think he’ll come through?”
Dean scratches his thumb across his bottom lip. “He’s a dead man if he doesn’t.” He climbs on his bike then grabs his phone and sends a message. “I’ll get Chop to come here. He can keep an eye on this place until it’s done.”
