Page 67 of Menace

“Are you sure you want to go down that road, Lucky? It could backfire on you, badly.” Grave warned.

“I have to know, VP. She said he was born on August 15th, prematurely. He’s so fuckin’ big I struggle to believe her. I have to know, one way or the other.”

Grave said nothing, just gave a single chin lift.

Was he doing the right thing?

He didn’t know, all he knew was that he had to know if the boy was his.

NINETEEN

Carlos

He masked the contempt and disgust he felt for his only child, his daughter. She sat in front of his desk and ran her mouth, like she always did, thinking that their family connection kept her from retribution.

She was wrong.

At this moment in time he needed her.

Once this was done she would no longer be the thorn in his side, his embarrassment, his dead wife’s failure. He had come to the conclusion he needed a wife who could give him sons. Sons he would raise, personally. Unlike Carmella who had mostly been raised by her mother.

When she turned twenty he had arranged a marriage between her and Gustavo Fuentes, the son of an associate.

Gustavo found out she had been fucking her way through the men and a couple of their associates. He cancelled the wedding and later married his brother Jorge’s youngest daughter, Angela.

Carlos had been pissed but in the end he couldn’t blame the man. A man wanted to know the children he claimed was his own, not those of another.

Angela was a sweet girl and according to his brother she was happy, she loved her husband.

The one good thing about Carmella’s whoring was the information she gained. It was always spot on. And had saved them money and soldiers.

Unfortunately she was becoming a liability. Her reputation as an irrational bitch had some of the men she targeted avoiding her. Others realised it as they got to know her and backed off.

Like her latest target.

Boudreaux had played it cool, kept her at a distance.

Gave her nothing of importance.

Months, that’s how long she tried to get her claws in him and failed. Failed to bring in Lucky Boudreaux as he had ordered her to do. And because she failed they had lost the opportunity to gain a very important source of information.

Jorge had voiced his doubts about her months ago when their problems with the Grave Robbers started. His brother wanted to cut them out, wanted to award distribution to a more reliable group. Carmella had advocated for the Grave Robbers, bringing their plan to take over the territories of the Shadow Wraiths MC to them. On paper it had looked like a good plan and they had given it their support.

What Carmella and the fuckers had not told them was that there was deep enmity between the Grave Robbers and the clubs surrounding them. It became very obvious the Robbers were being watched by more than one club.

He couldn’t have that.

Couldn’t have their operations compromised by a bunch of unwashed bikers.

One of their options was to continue with the plan to take over the SWMC territory but behind the scenes negotiate a deal with Maniac Flynn, the head of the organisation.

He knew the club was against the product being transported through their territory. He wondered if he could change Flynn’s mind by offering him a cut of the profits. It had worked with all the others along the pipeline.

He snorted and discarded the idea. Flynn and the SWMC would not be swayed.

Their best option was one he would have to discuss with Jorge and Pablo before he acted on it.

Maybe it was time to reveal Carmella’s previous identity to the biker.

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