Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
What Rez said wasn’t meant to be amusing, except for the fact that Crew would have no idea what was actually said. Of course, Torres knew that, which is why he found it humorous. The two of them liked to fuck with Crew when they spoke Spanish to each other.
Crew’s head twisted toward Torres. “What does that mean?”
Torres shrugged. “Why do you assume I speak Spanish?”
“I don’t have to assume, I’ve heard you fucking speak it. To each other. Long ass conversations, too.” Crew turned back to Rez after he locked the door and slid into the only seat available at the table. “Tell me, what does that mean?”
Rez smothered his grin and, with a serious tone, said, “That everyone should look up to you as a great leader.”
Crew grinned. “While that’s true as fuck, you’re also lying.”
“About you being a great leader? Damn right I am.” He actually wasn’t lying since Crew was an excellent leader, but his BAMC brother also didn’t need his damn ego stroked. His head was already fat enough.
“About the meaning, pendejo,” Crew clarified.
He shouldn’t have taught him the word for “asshole,” either.
“There’s this app you can add to your phone, it’s called—you better write this down because your brain’s so old, you’re going to forget this—Google Translate. You should download it, then you can figure out what I said.”
Crew frowned. “I don’t even know how to spell half those words.”
“Bet you can’t spell any of them,” Torres said.
“I understood the word ‘no.’ That’s pretty universal.”
“He hears it a lot on dates,” Finn said with a hoot, “so he knows it well.”
“We’re not starting this meeting until you tell me,” Crew insisted.
A few groans rose around the room.
“Is that like a father telling his kids that if they don’t behave, he’s going to turn the car around?”
“Exactly like that,” Crew answered Kruger, a corporal with the Greensburg PD.
“More or less what he said means flies don’t enter closed mouths,” Torres finally explained.
“Or more fitting for you… sometimes you’re just better off keeping your mouth shut,” Rez added.
“Everything I say is valid.”
Snickers, hoots and snorts circled the table.
“All right, I got shit to do. Can we get on with this meeting?” Fletch’s growl came through the speaker phone.
“The only thing you have to do is your ol’ lady. Isn’t that right, Wilder?” Finn called out.
Rez missed Fletch’s response since he leaned closer to Decker to ask, “What are you working on now that you’re no longer undercover?”
“The same as you. Crew’s nerves.”
Rez didn’t bother to bite back his laugh.
“Then let’s start with you two. Either of you have anything to share? Fletch? Wilder?” Crew asked.
“Not much. Same old, same old,” Fletch said. “I keep bugging Wolf about patching over to the Demons. Not sure why he’s resisting.”
“Maybe you need to go over his head,” Decker suggested. “Wolf may be in charge of the Uniontown chapter, but Viper and Screw are in charge of him.”
“Haven’t had an opportunity to be in their presence. It’s not like I get an invite to their chapter in West Virginia or their parties down at the Viper’s Den. But I can work on that since Wolf seems to be a dead end.”
“It could be that he’s worried about losing out on sales,” Crew said. “You’ve been buying a lot of product from him, so he’s been getting the credit for selling that amount. You join the Demons, you can get the product directly and sell it yourself. He’s cut out of the equation for the most part.”
“Yeah, I thought about that. That could be it. Thinking he pockets a cut of everything he sells to street dealers like me. I might be one of his biggest customers since our task force has access to more cash than the average meth slinger.”
“Keep working on getting an invite to a party down at the Viper’s Den, anyway,” Crew advised him. “You never know what Viper might decide since they’re looking to keep growing their ranks.”
“Look, it was tough enough just to get an invite to Uniontown. I start bugging about an invite elsewhere, they might get itchy.”
“They’re probably already itchy since, I swear, they must only bathe once a damn week,” Decker said. “I almost had to do the ol’ Vicks under the nose trick so I wouldn’t gag.”
“Do what you can,” Crew told Fletch. “Right now, you’re set where you are. If you can’t pull off patching over, it won’t be that big of a deal.”
Mullins, a narcotic detective with Pittsburgh PD spoke next. “Yeah, but it would be better to get someone inside since Decker fucked up his undercover assignment.”
“I didn’t fuck it up,” Decker insisted, then sighed. “All right, I fucked it up. But I had no choice. Any of you would’ve done the same.”
“Whether you did or didn’t doesn’t change the fact we no longer have anyone with the Uniontown chapter,” Crew said. “Mullins is right. We really should change that. Out of the three task force groups, we’re the only one who doesn’t have anyone planted.”