King’s cold eyes met Dragon’s. “Haven’t we done all the talking we need to?”
“I’ve got new information that you’re going to want to know,” Dragon said, his body as tense as King’s.
“You came alone?” King asked.
Dragon nodded and Hyde confirmed it for King.
Dragon had some fucking balls to come on his own. It made me wonder what the hell he was about to tell King. I figured it had to be something that guaranteed his safety.
King nodded at the table. “All right then, let’s hear it.”
Dragon pulled up a seat and started talking. “I recently learnt that we have a common enemy. Angelo Gambarro.” He paused, waiting for King’s reaction. King scowled and nodded for him to continue. “He’s been out for your blood since you killed his uncle. As for us, he wants in on our territory. When he discovered that our clubs had issues, he started playing us against each other.”
“As in he’s responsible for some of the shit that’s been happening?”
Dragon nodded. “Yeah. As in, he’s responsible for that car bomb as well as some other stuff you think we did.”
“Motherfucker,” King swore.
“I don’t know about you, but I fucking want him dead. And I think we have a better chance of bringing him down if we do it together.”
King stared at Dragon as if that was the last thing he expected to come out of his mouth. “After everything we’ve been through, you really think that’s a fucking possibility?”
“If there’s one thing I hate the most, it’s being played, King. You and me, our clubs, we’re upfront about the shit that goes down between us, but this cunt fucking cheated his way to get what he wants. I’ll be fucking damned if I let him achieve his goal.”
Honour among thieves.
Before King could respond, Hyde threw out, “Fuck it, King, he’s right.”
“I agree,” Devil said.
King turned to the room. “Anyone against this idea?”
Mass agreement filled the room. King eyed me. “Nitro?”
I nodded. “I’m with Dragon. I say bury him.”
The shifting loyalties of the underbelly was well known. How long we’d align ourselves with Silver Hell was to be seen, but for now I’d happily pursue our common goal of seeing Gambarro go down.
King walked Dragon out and spent about ten minutes talking with him. When he returned, he shared some of the shit they’d discussed. He looked at me as he said, “Dragon’s going to talk with Sutherland to organise for him to supply us with guns again.”
I exhaled a long breath.
Thank fuck.
34
Tatum
“Breathe” by Faith Hill
I smiled at Monroe as I fumbled in my bag for my phone. “Fuck, where is it?” I muttered. I could hardly feel my fingers, which made it really fucking hard to find the phone.
“Hurry up, girl. I’ve got cock waiting for me.”
Our eyes met and we laughed in unison, both drunk from way too much alcohol. Our girls’ night out had started at my place and quickly moved to this club where we’d spent the night drinking and searching for a man for Monroe.
“Got it!” I yelled loudly when I located the phone.
Monroe motioned with her hands for me to hurry up. That was a struggle because my brain was so fuzzy I couldn’t remember the damn pattern lock on my phone.
“Ugh,” Monroe grumbled. “This is why you should get a bloody iPhone, babe.”
I playfully smacked her. It was an old argument of ours. I preferred Samsung, and she harassed me to swap across. “Shut up,” I muttered, continuing to swipe all over the place.
“Fuck, how many attempts do you get before it locks you out? I cannot miss out on this dick!”
“I know! You’ll never let me forget it if you do.”
She placed her hand over mine and stopped me from swiping. “Wait! Give me his number and we can call it from my phone.”
I grimaced. “I don’t know his number.”
I traced patterns again and almost screamed my relief when I finally unlocked the phone.
Her eyes lit up. “You got it?”
“Yes, now let me just find his number,” I said, scrolling for Nitro’s number.
A few moments later, he answered, concern in his voice. “Vegas. You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You still out with Monroe?”
I laughed as she started flapping her hands at me to speed shit along. Fuck, we were wasted. I could hardly hold myself up let alone get my brain to work faster.
“Tatum?” Nitro’s voice sounded in my ear again, dragging my attention from Monroe.
“Shit, sorry.” I couldn’t stop laughing because Monroe was hilarious in her agony over missing out on cock. “What are you doing right now?”
“Watching TV. Why?”
“Well, Monroe’s finally found herself a pierced dick and so she’s going home with him. They’re not going my way, so I have to either catch a cab or… I thought you could come pick me up. I could then show you my appreciation in ways you’d like.”
“Really? What ways exactly are we talking here?”
I smiled, loving his playful tone. “Don’t go getting too excited there, dude. I’m not talking knives here.” That idea still freaked me out. Thankfully he hadn’t brought it up again.
He chuckled. “You kill me, Vegas. I’ve got my hand on my dick and you turn it soft in one sentence.”
“Do you not think I can get you hard again? Have I failed you yet?”
“There’s a first time for everything. What you got for me if it’s not knives?”
Monroe widened her eyes and mouthed something about hurrying the hell up. I nodded and said to Nitro, “Okay, dude, we need to hurry this along. Monroe’s getting the shits with me. How about I blow you first and then I sit on your face and come all over it? After that, it’s your choice. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Fuck, I think I might have to wash that filthy mouth of yours out.”
“That’d be no fun. You’d hate it if I didn’t talk dirty to you.”
“True. Okay, I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Make Monroe wait with you until I get there. I don’t want you outside by yourself.”