Page 50 of Sapphire's Gem
Wylde looked at me and stepped back. “Do what you want with him, but get me answers, Sapphire. I ain’t seen or heard nothing.”
To my utter shock, Wylde began walking down the alley, back towards Cassidy. Was he trapping Vengeance and me? Did hemean what he said? Confused, I watched as Wylde and Cassidy exchanged words and then both turned to walk away.
“Wait!” the terrified asshole I was holding captive screamed at them. “His name is the Dark Night, but he ain’t no Batman!”
Wylde walked back down the alley. “How do you get in touch with him? What’s he look like? What do you know about him?”
“If I tell you any of that, I’m dead.”
“If you don’t, you’re dead anyway. Do you think these are jokes? You encroached on their turf, spat in their faces, and disrespected them and their laws. You treated them as irrelevant. A one percenter MC and you think they’ll let you walk just because they’ve got pussies?” Wylde laughed darkly.
I didn’t say anything but watched him carefully, looking for a sign of deception.
“Give me protection!” the dealer yelled.
“No. Because of those kids you sold to. They didn’t have it either. You chose this life, now you suck it the fuck up,” Wylde hissed with hate.
“Then there’s no reason I should say shit!”
“You’re dumber than you look, which says something. The reason is to save yourself pain. But if you’re okay with screaming your throat raw, go ahead. Last chance,” Wylde threatened.
“Okay,” the guy’s shoulders slumped.
“Sapphire, is it okay if we take him into custody?” Wylde asked, turning to me.
“You’re seriously asking me?”
“Yeah. The guy is a kiddie killer, I got no qualms walking away and stating on record I never saw him,” Wylde said. “Cassidy feels the same.”
This had to be a trap. I didn’t trust Wylde at all. I shoved the dealer at him and wiped my hands down. “He’s all yours.”
“Thanks. Cassidy called for a wagon. Vengeance, wipe your prints off that bag and place it in here,” Wylde ordered as he pulled a plain plastic bag out of his pocket.
“If you clam up, when you’re set free, I’ll make sure the Royal Harlots know where to find you,” Wylde warned the guy. “Ladies, go back to your breakfasts.”
“I want information, Wylde, because we weren’t aware of any overdoses,” I said finally.
“The department kept it quiet so we didn’t cause a panic,” he replied.
“That might not have been the best idea,” I snapped, and he inclined his head in agreement.
“Go,” he said, and Vengeance and I swapped a look before heading back down the alley. As soon as we entered the restaurant, Cyber approached.
“Strange, the camera systems all seem to be glitching around here,” she said.
“No shit?” I asked, and she smirked.
“Are you okay, dear?” Gramma asked.
Shit, we had a problem. I’d forgotten that Wylde’s grandparents had been in here watching.
Pops patted my hand. “Don’t worry. Drugs are something we seriously don’t approve of. Well done for confronting him.”
“We saw nothing,” Gramma said.
“The only thing I saw was the beauty of the women in front of me.” Warrick grinned.
Damn, what else does Wylde’s family have in store for us? This side of them was certainly turning into a surprise.
