Chapter Sixteen
Kane opened the door to all the gang members, praying the one special guest would show up so they could finally put an end to this farce. But again, Gordie entered alone, whining his disappointment. “Looks like he might not show.”
Kane growled, “you said this time he’d be here, man. Do you even know the dude’s name? How the fuck can we be sure he exists except by your word?”
“Yeah, man.” Hamster jumped into the fray. “You been talking about this famous God for months now and not one of us has met him. The prick’s like a ghost.”
Gordie took instant offense and bristled like a bull being teased with a muleta and cape. Pointing his finger at Hamster, he growled. “Back off, buddy.” Knowing Ham had no power, or size to back up his bitchin’, Gordie released his obvious anxiety. “You really wanna be questioning me?”
Suddenly realizing he’d stuck his foot in a messy pile, Ham retreated. “Ahh… no man. It’s just that… well, like Kane said, we ain’t even seen this dude who we’re taking orders from. It ain’t right.” Seeing Gordie step closer, he added, “so… like maybe he can make it to the next meeting.”
“Maybe he can and maybe he can’t. Thing is, he provides us with the material we need, gives us the plans, and we do what he says. The Order of the Entitled is a group in other cities, not just this one. We all belong, and we follow the rules. If you don’t like the way I’m leading us, be a man and tell me to my face.” This time he did look at Kane who’d taken a stance against the wall with his arms crossed.
Winking, a grin on his face, Kane spoke up. “No problem for me, boss. None at all. Guess we’ll just have to wait until the time is right. Hope it’s before our big rally. Hate for the dude to miss all the fun.”
Calmed by Kane’s attitude and humor, Gordie admitted, “I hope he shows too. I’m getting a bit tired myself of being ignored. But you must have heard about the latest shooting at the movie theater in Dallas and a few of the other shootings like in Philly and New York where a lot of blacks were targeted, so you can see he’s been busy.”
Kane passed him a beer but refrained from responding. Wanting Gordie to spill more, he clenched his jaw and pretended an interest because of their connected hate.
Taking the bait, Gordie spoke. “Word is they’ve started a manifesto for anyone who does a mass killing. Lots of the brothers are itching to add their names on that thing. Numbers count. Looks like our little surprise might just soar to the top of that list.” He chortled sickeningly, and Kane had the urge to just push the bottle down his throat to shut off the disgusting words.
He didn’t know how he was going to be able to stomach hanging with these guys for another week without punching in faces and arresting the hate-filled dumb shits. Knowing he needed to let the plans continue until he’d be able to find out the name of the Commander, he continued his gaslighting. He yanked out a chair from the dirty table, flipped it around, and sat, arms leaning over the wooden back.
He’d do his job. Had no choice. Suddenly, facing this direction, a weird movement at the bedroom door caught his attention and the hairs rose on the back of his neck. Son of a bitch! Could it be her? Normally, he’d have made a run to where he suspected someone had hidden but he hesitated. The fear that Lisa might have returned through the same window to get another video couldn’t be shaken loose.
Sweet Jesus, that girl had more guts than brains.
Took after her old man.