Page 11 of Sapphire's Gem
I hit Market Street, where our restaurant, The Ambrosia, was situated, and parked behind it. Swinging off my Lowrider, I headed straight for the rear door, which Candle already had open. Her expression was dark, and the glower on it would have frightened anyone.
“Is he still here?” I ordered.
“You aren’t gonna believe who it is,” Candle snarled as she let us in. We entered the kitchen, and I was relieved not to see any staff. It would make handling this asshole much easier.
“Oh?” I asked as Candle led me to her office and opened the door.
“Fuck me, are you serious?” I demanded, staring at a Gerrit.
“Meet Jed Gerrit. He’s seventeen and thinks he’s a big man because he’s got a cock,” Candle snarled, and Jed shot her a dark glance.
“Well, now. This is a predicament. See, I don’t like your family, boy, not at all, and I owe them nothing. You came into a Royal Harlot-owned business and thought you’d extort us? Jesus, you really did shit your brains out,” I cackled.
Jed sent me a shadowed look and mouthed off, not that I could understand him with his gag. He wriggled on the chair that Candle had tied him to.
“Which elder does he belong to?” Vengeance asked from behind.
“Not sure, although I think he is Luther’s grandson. But who the fuck knows? They all swap wives out there. He could be anyone’s,” I stated, and Jed glowered at me. I yanked my phone out and punched in the number I had for one Gerrit.
“Whaddaya want, Sapphire?” Earl snarled down the phone at me.
“Got an offspring of yours here, seems to assume he can extort money from the Royal Harlots. Is this a declaration of war?” I demanded.
“Ain’t sent none of mine to interfere with you bitches,” Earl spat.
“He’s definitely a Gerrit, got that vacant look you lot have. I think it’s Jed.”
“Fuckin’ kid. Send him home, bitch, I’ll deal with the little prick,” Eral promised, his voice full of anger.
Somehow, I couldn’t feel sorry for Jed. “You haven’t answered me, Earl. The Gerrits declared war on us?”
“No, we fuckin’ ain’t. That shit-stain got in with the wrong people in town. You townies are all fucked up, but these think they’re gangsters. Send him home, Sapphire,” Earl commanded.
“You’ll get him back when we’ve dealt with him, Earl. He came into our restaurant and insisted on money for protection. The Harlots are not letting that stand,” I replied.
Earl cursed, and I heard him spit a wad out, wrinkling my nose. Disgusting.
“As long as he’s breathing.”
“He will be, but he might not be whole,” I said, with Earl making a disgruntled noise.
“He’s my kin.”
“Jed’s an arrogant prick who thinks that because he’s got a dick, he’s superior to me. Asshole thinks I’m gonna bow to you, Earl, and send him home with a pat on the head. He’s gonna learn a lesson,” I growled out, and Earl cussed again. Maybe Jed was his grandson; who the hell knew?
“He comes back alive, hear me, Sapphire!”
“Don’t even think of threatening me, Earl. I’m in the right here, and you know it. If you want me to start looking at the shit you Gerrits run, let me know. I can make time,” I said and cut the call.
I turned and grinned at Jed. “You’re about to be a guest of the Royal Harlots; let’s see how big your dick is after, shall we?”
Jed shouted at me from behind his gag, and I smiled and hit him hard. His eyes rolled back, and he sagged in his chair. “Like all Gerrits, all mouth and no action.”
“I’ll call Sparrow to teleport him,” Candle said with a glower at the piece of shit in our kitchen.
“Get Cyber to scrub the footage of him being here, and I’ll meet you in the cave,” I said to Candle.
I hung around until Jed disappeared from the kitchen; Sparrow had teleported him to the cave where we did our wet work. Once he was gone, Vengeance and I took our leave.
