Page 66 of Deranged (American Street Kings 3)

Slither waved me over, and I steeled myself, draping a veil of fake confidence over my shoulders. I walked toward them, sashaying my hips and crossing my feet like I fucking owned every step. Clutching my purse and flicking my hair over my shoulder, I pulled on my game face.

“Crow, meet Wraith. One of my girls.” He looked me in the eye. “But tonight…she’s your girl.”

18

Onyx

“God, I hate these motherfucking cages,”Manic complained, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Why are we here, again?”

I stared out the window at the neon sign illuminated against the night sky. “If Dutch’s info is correct, Slither will have to distract Crow tonight if he wants his shipment to come in without the Sixes getting eyes on it.”

“Still don’t get why we’re on the outside of a goddamn strip club, and not on the inside.”

“It’s called a stakeout, you dumb fuck. If we’re in there, we might as well call it a suicide.”

“Dying among bare titties sounds like a good way to go to me.”

I scowled at him, not even sure that remark deserved any type of response. “Shut up and keep your eyes peeled, okay?”

“Fine. It just feels wrong to sit here while there are two dozen naked girls on the inside of that building. You know,” he held up a hand, “I bet if Ink were here, we’d be tucking Benjamins into teeny-tiny little thongs right about now. He’s always been the fun one.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think that Ink exists anymore.”

To say Ink was pissed at me for leaving him behind was an understatement. But the way his anger started to control him more and more, I wasn’t sure I could trust him to keep it together. Right now, we couldn’t afford any mistakes. I couldn’t chance it.

“Hey,” Manic pointed to the door, “isn’t that Slither?”

I narrowed my eyes, staring at the figure in the distance. “Yeah, that’s him. The ugly fuck.” That was a face I could recognize a mile away.

A car stopped in front of the building, and I pulled out my phone to take some images.

“Who’s the girl?” Manic asked, both of us watching as a woman in a red mini dress approached him, her back toward us.

“I have no idea.”

Manic whistled in appreciation. “Look at those motherfucking fine legs.”

I just rolled my eyes, hoping Manic could keep his dick in his pants long enough.

Shifting in my seat, I held up my phone, trying to zoom in to get some better images. But the goddamn streetlight in the back was fucking up the lighting, distorting the pictures.

“Oh, I know that sound,” Manic said excitedly when the rumble of hog engines came from the distance.

“It’s gotta be the Sixes.” I straightened as adrenaline manifested in my veins. I was right. Slither was keeping the Sixes busy, distracting them while he had his men take care of the shipment of snow coming in.

I dialed Granite’s number, keeping my eyes on Slither and the woman in the red dress. Granite answered on the first ring. “Yeah?”

“Tell me you got something, brother.”

“Oh, shit’s going down right now. A truck is getting filled with snow as we speak.”

I bit my lip, feeling fucking euphoric at the prospects that we might have Slither by the motherfucking balls.

“Get as many pictures as possible. And we were right. Slither is distracting Crow and his crew.”

“Fucker thinks he can outsmart us.”

I leaned back in the seat. “We got him, brother. We got him.”

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