Page 10 of Destroyed (American Street Kings 4)

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SeeingOnyx sit in the president’s seat started to become less weird. Everyone was making peace with Granite’s decision to step down. Even Dutch, the new VP, seemed like he was starting to deal with it, but the poor fucker didn’t know who to cling to because of his friendship with Granite and his loyalty to protect the club president. It was like watching a threesome on a porn movie where the guy didn’t know which hole to plug first.

“There’s still no sign of Slither,” Onyx stated. “How the fuck can someone just disappear like that?”

“We’ve got eyes and ears everywhere. We’ll find him.” Dutch reached for his pack of cigarettes. “It’s only a matter of time. He can’t hide forever.”

“It’s not like Slither to hide. Fucker never cowers away from a fight. Why start now?”

Granite shrugged. “Maybe he’s not hiding. He’s waiting.”

“For what?”

“An opportunity.”

Onyx leaned back in his seat. “An opportunity to do what?”

“I dunno, man. But the fact that Wraith is here with us now, with you, is not something Slither will just ignore.”

I nodded in agreement. “Her being here is like walking around with a giant bullseye on our motherfucking foreheads.”

Onyx glared at me. “Then you better make sure you don’t piss anyone off with that target on your fucking face.”

The warning was loud and clear, and I chose to respond with a mere smirk. Onyx knew how I felt about Wraith. He knew I’d pack her fucking bags right now if she just had half a thought of leaving.

The sound of Manic clearing his throat tore through the tension. “If you two are done pissing all over each other, let’s move along. I have blonde, busty twins waiting for me in the bar downstairs, so if we could wrap this up as soon as fucking possible, my dick will be extremely grateful for the next two hours.”

“Two hours?” I frowned. “Dude, you’re losing your touch. Must be an age thing.”

“An age thing?”

“Aren’t you like turning thirty-six next week?”

“Thirty-two.”

I shrugged. “Same thing.”

“I’d say suck my dick, but you seem more like the dry-humping kind. Can I offer you my leg instead?”

“You’re an asshole.” I glowered at him, and everyone else burst out laughing.

“Okay, seriously,” Onyx started, “we got a shitstorm of complications headed our way. Crow wants to set up a meeting tonight. The man ain’t happy about Slither fucking with his snow business.”

I grabbed my pack of cigarettes. “What’s the big deal? Slither is MIA, and his shit ain’t no longer on the streets.”

“Don’t matter. You know Crow. Fuck with his reputation, and you get your throat slit.”

“So, what now?”

Onyx placed his arms on the table. “Now, we meet with the Sixes and find out where we stand.”

“We’re not giving Slither up to the Sixes.” The tenor of my voice relayed just how fucking serious I was. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d give him up to anyone, which was way I haven’t shared my secret with anyone yet.

Onyx got up. “Before we get our balls in a knot, let’s hear what the fuckers have to say.” He placed a palm on my shoulder, a small gesture of brotherhood. Even though we didn’t see eye-to-eye about the woman he shared a bed with, in this room, we were all blood. No matter what.

I remained seated while everyone walked out. When I noticed Dutch stayed behind, I kind of regretted not leaving the room too, not in the mood to get psychoanalyzed by the club shrink.

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