Page 59 of Bound By Temptation

“Cause I told him to sit his ass down,” Cruz said, and Booker instantly sat again.

“I respect that,” Old Red said clicking his tongue. “Okay, here’s the problem. Nick owes me a lot of cake. Said you were part of his crew and had the cash. He says he’s in the family. Then you call me and say he isn’t with you. Do you see my dilemma?”

“Your dilemma is with Nick. Not fuckin’ us. He’s never been a part of this fuckin’ club and never will be. His family’s written him off. Don’t know what you expect from us,” Cruz responded.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Old Red started, but Cruz cut him off.

“I ain’t wrong about shit. That motherfucker is on our radar, and just for using our name he will have his head ripped from his body.”

Old Red’s brow tipped.

“So if you want your money, you’d better get it from him before he stops breathin’.”

Old Red threw his head back laughing.

This fuckin’ man was nuts and spitting in the eye of the tiger.

“Funny. But that changes nothin’.”

“The motherfucker told you lies. That doesn’t put us up for his cash owed,” my Uncle Breaker said.

“Havin’ all these men here, you obviously know I have reach far and wide.” Old Red started. “Means I have a reputation. I don’t ruin that shit for anyone. Nick owes money. He said he had you as backers. I can see he’s a lying piece of shit, but that doesn’t resolve my problem.”

“You just said it, ol’ man.Yourproblem. Not Ravages.” GT said, lacing his hands and putting them behind his head as he leaned back.

“Ahh… But it is our problem. I tell ya what. I have a deal for ya. Will cut your entire club from anything Nick owes me.”

“Why the fuck should we do that?” my dad barked. “It’s his fuckin’ problem. Not ours.”

Old Red shook his head. “Know you’re top dog around here. Got that shit. I’m top dog everywhere. You do this for me, you’re out. You don’t. You’ll have problems.”

This pissed me off royally. No one came into Ravage and said this kind of shit. The problem with sticking a bullet in his head would mean more eyes on our club, and that wasn’t an option.

Couldn’t help but wonder what Cruz was going to do.

“We want this shit done with,” Cruz told him. “What is it?”

Old Red smiled wide. “Knew you’d see it my way.”

I could hear Cruz growl from here, no doubt pissed as fuck to be put in a corner. No one fuckin’ put him in a corner. No one. It had to be taking everything he had inside of him from jumping up and killing the man.

“Don’t push it,” Cruz said low.

“Got some packages that need delivered. Four crates. I have an address for you to drop them off.”

“What’s in them?” Cruz asked.

Old Red tsked and shook his head. “That’s for me to know and you to not. It’s best that way.”

Cruz looked at GT, who was pissed as fuck but lifted his chin. Then he turned to Cooper who had a snarl on his face but lifted his chin as well.

“Deliver this and done. We don’t want to see your face in Georgia again. Or you won’t be walkin’ out of here unscathed.”

Old Red stood up. “Yeah. I know. Surprised you haven’t shot me already from your track record. But many people know I’m here, and you don’t need trouble at your door. You do this, and Ravage’s debt is clear. Nothin’ else owed to me.” He looked to my father and Uncle. “You’d better say your goodbyes to Nicky boy. He’s fuckin’ dead.”

“Where’s the shit?” Cruz asked, standing up from the table.

“In the back of the SUV. We brought it with us.”

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