Page 110 of Brew
“I think Brew has plans for you,” she sings.
“There’s nothing wrong with my apartment.”
“No, but if things go well, Brew won’t want you anywhere except with him. No matter what happens with my brother, somebody still knows your address.”
“I know,” I whisper. “It freaked me out a little more than I let on.”
“I’ll come over after work with Bronco, and we’ll get you settled in at our place, and before you ask, Brew knows; he suggested it.”
Of course, I’m the last to know most things around here. I sigh. “Of course he did.”
“I’ll see you in a few, and I know this is difficult, but try not to worry.”
“I’ll try,” I say. “I just want this to be over, one way or the other.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”
Brew
Erica told me everything over the phone. I’m torn between staying to look out for her and finishing what has to be done. Hearing her tell me it’s okay and to do what I need to do offered a little comfort, but I feel selfish.
I feel like a total asshole.
I’m not delusional enough to think that I can single-handedly stop trafficking, but I can sure as fuck put a stop to this motherfucker and his operation in Louisiana once and for all. It’ll send a message to anyone who thinks they can get away with this kind of criminal activity.
If you fuck with the Nomad Brothers and the Rebels MC, you will go down.
It may have taken me a long time to find this piece of shit, but now that I have the details of his seedy underworld operation, we can finally put an end to this.
I’ll not only enjoy killing this motherfucker, I plan on drawing it out, making him suffer the same way Valencia and so many have suffered.
What Ridgely doesn’t know is Evans knew more about him than he planned. He thinks he’s a stealthy son of a bitch, but he slipped up this time. Evans has been to his home on the border of Louisiana and Arkansas.
The police report making headlines was Evans is being held in police custody, but that ain’t true. We want Ridgely to feel like he got away with it. Like he’s invincible.
Now, while I sit outside his fucking mansion down the street, I can’t help but wonder if the exhilaration of this finally being over will be enough to convince Erica that I’m all in. That I do want her. I want to move on with her, start a family and leave the past behind. I want that more than anything.
We didn’t tell Willow shit about what we got out of Evans. This is a job for the MC. With Bane still in town, his men are backing us up, as well as the Irish mafia on standby. Cash has alongstanding agreement with the mob, and we help each other out from time to time.
With Rock, Jett and Sawyer all working on shutting the power down on the entire street, taking Ridgely out has never felt so sweet.
He knows a bust went down, and the bastard just hides in plain sight. He thinks he’s protected, but thanks to Callaghan and some of his police connections, we have new friends in low places. The Arkansas police may be getting huge kickbacks from the likes of Ridgely’s organization, but not every cop looks the other way. I’m not the world’s biggest advocate for law enforcement, but even I know when higher forces are needed. With Ridgely being protected — like most underworld criminals are who have power, money and influence — something had to give. A shakeup in the local police department might just be the thing they need. You can bet your ass this piece of shit lives in an astute, family friendly neighborhood; another thing that makes me sick. Bentonville is too good for this bastard.
“Does he really think he’s so far above the law that nobody can touch him?” Logan shakes his head. My brother may stay out of most of the mayhem we create, but even he had to take part in wiping this asshole and his cronies off the face of the earth.
We’ll make it look like a drug bust gone wrong.
“Clearly he thinks he’s above most things,” I mutter. “But with Callaghan’s connections, we’ll have the element of surprise before the men who protect him find out.”
“Willow’s gonna smell a rat,” Haze says. “She’ll put two and two together.”
“And when she does?” I counter.
“Of course I’ll deny everythin’. Willow may think she’s in charge around here, but we’re not in Kansas anymore. She has no jurisdiction, but that doesn’t mean she won’t be pissed.”
“Any excuse for her to be pissed at you is a good one,” Logan says, patting Haze on the back.
“Not when she’s the one holdin’ a gun to my head,” he grumbles.
