Page 49 of Menace

His one and only. What a joke.

She was a liar and a total fraud.

Nothing like his Joney.

As the thought shot through his head he froze, a pair of glacier blue eyes looking up at him and long white blonde hair spread across his pillow was suddenly front and centre in his mind.

Shaking his head he stood and strode to his president’s office. He had shit to report and wasn’t going to pay attention to fucking day dreams.

That’s all it was, a fucking day dream.

Maniac, Grave and Renegade were waiting for him. Throwing himself into the chair across from his president he scraped his hair back with both hands and heaved a heavy sigh.

“Don’t know how long I can keep this up, Prez. The bitch is fuckin’ unbelievably evil and puttin’ my hands on her has me feelin’ like I’m covered in filth. I’ve no idea how Remy did this undercover bullshit for fuckin’ years. Admire the little fuck for stickin’ it out as long as he did.”

“Funny you should mention Remy.” His prez gave him a look and nodded at the phone lying on his desk.

“What?” He frowned.

He wasn’t left in the dark for long because his brother’s enraged voice filled the room.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ playin’ with the fuckin’ Los Rojos cartel, Lucky? You’re on fuckin’ radar, and it’s only because you’re my brother that I got a call to warn me they’re about to take you down along with the scum you’re associatin’ with. Fuckin’ Carmella Luisa Mendez? For fuck’s sake! What the fuck is wrong with you? You walk away from a good girl only to get it on with filth, and nowmyfuckin’ name is linked to that filth because you can’t keep your fuckin’ dick…”

His brother was raving mad and if he let him he would carry on until he ran out of shit to say, which he would never do. It was one thing his little brother was really good at, running off at the mouth.

“REMY!” He shouted and his brother stopped mid rant.

“I know she’s fuckin’ vile and it gets worse, brother. Remember Gloria, my ex who was killed in a drive-by? Carmella and Gloria is one and the same fuckin’ person. And believe me, I’m not fuckin’ the bitch, she’s a mark, that’s all. Los Rojos has targeted the club and I’m doin’ what I have to do to get information for my club. Now tell me who is watchin’ us.”

A shocked growl echoed through the line.

“Fuck, are you serious? She’s Gloria? Are you sure? Fuck, you are otherwise you wouldn’t tell me. Fuckin’ hell.”

His brother audibly drew in a breath of air before he continued.

“You’re not trained for this shit, Lucky. You’re gonna fuck up and blood is gonna flow, yours included. Every fuckin’ letter of the alphabet agency is in on this one, brother. They’ve had a hard on for you and your club for years. The fuckers at the top are ecstatic they can finally tie your club to shit that’s goin’ to put you all behind bars for the rest of your lives.” He grunted in disgust.

“My ex-boss, Paul Marchand, is goin’ to get in touch and I strongly suggest you work with him. If you don’t they’re goin’ to put you away and throw away the key. For fuck’s sake Lucky, Los Rojos are trafficking women and children. How the fuck could you get involved with their filth?”

It felt like his head was going to explode he was so pissed off.

“Little brother, why the fuck aren’t you listenin’ to me? We’re not doin’ business with the cartel, we’re tryin’ to fuckin’ stop them from gettin’ a foothold in Savannah. I’ve been with that filthy gash for information, that’s it, nothin’ more. We know they want to use our businesses to bring in shit, and we’re not goin’ to let them. You tell Paul to call me on this number tonight. I’ll put together what we have and give it to him as long as he gets the pigs off my club’s back.”

Remy groaned.

“Fuck brother, why the fuck is this happenin’ when I’m not there to fix this personally? I’ll do what I can from this side. Dom said to tell you they will be doin’ what they can from their side, he’s reachin’ out to some connections in the US. Shit’s goin’ down with the damned mafia over here and if Dom didn’t need me on it I would have been on my way to you already. You need someone watchin’ your back, someone who knows what the fuck they’re doin’.”

He sighed as if the world was on his shoulders then started to give Lucky pointers on how to handle the cartel.

“Never go into a situation you haven’t scoped out before you get there. Have more than one weapon on you, always. Use a wire if you can and have a tracker inserted under your skin. Put it underneath your club ring, you never take that shit off and when they wand you they’ll think it’s the rings. Listen carefully to what they’re saying and how they’re saying it, and always be careful of whatyousay. They’ll try to trip you up. Fuck. I wish I was there to walk you through this. There’s so much more you need to know to not get dead. You be careful, Lucky. The next time I see you I don’t want it to be on the cold slab of a morgue.”

Drawing in a deep breath Lucky did what older brothers were supposed to do. Keep their little brothers from worrying.

“Thanks for the tips, brother. I’ve got someone guardin’ my back all the time and I don’t go anywhere that’s not public with the bitch. Her house to pick her up is the most private it’s been. I’ll be careful because I want this shit done as soon as possible. You be careful over there, I don’t want to see you in a morgue either. How’s Pixie and your baby doin’?”

The tension was suddenly gone as his brother laughed.

“They’re both doin’ great, brother. I look at her every day and can’t believe she’s mine. I’m truly blessed.”

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