Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
But I had loose ends to tie up, and it was time to tie the knot.
I got on my Harley, and a weird sensation washed over me as I backed out of the drive. At first, I didn’t know what the feeling was, and then, it hit me. I didn’t want to leave them—either of them. Goddamn it. I needed to get my fucking balls in check.
Thankfully, I would be doing that sooner than later.
When I got to the clubhouse, I swung by Blade’s room and let him patch me up, then went directly down to Prez’s office. I knocked, then stuck my head inside and was pleased to see that he was sitting at his desk. “Hey, brother. I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”
“Figured I would pay Delgado a visit but wanted to check in with you first.”
“About?”
“Shep mentioned that there’s a strong possibility that Delgado is Tyrone’s supplier. I wanted to make sure we have a plan B in place before I took him out.”
“Yeah, I talked to Gus a couple of hours ago. He said he can hook us up with some pretty good shit. He seems to think it’s the best he’s ever had.”
“No shit? Is this the stuff coming out of Nashville?”
“Yeah, it’s Ruthless Sinners. They’re growing it themselves, and apparently, it’s the real deal. He said we could make a pretty penny with it.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yeah, I thought so, too. We’re gonna head over to Memphis tomorrow morning so he can give us all the ins and outs.”
“Mind if I tag along?”
“Wouldn’t go without ya.”
“Good deal. I’ll be ready.” I started for the door as I told him, “You might wanna grab your headphones for a bit.”
“Thanks for the heads up.”
I left Prez’s office and made a beeline for the holding room where they’d taken Delgado. He’d been there for more than twenty-four hours, and even though it hadn’t been all that long, he wasn’t looking that great. He wasn’t smelling all that great either.
We’d given him a little water here and there, but other than that, he’d been left to his own devices and that hadn’t fared well with him, especially since he had his hands bound behind his back and his feet chained to the chair.
Dude was stuck sitting in his excrement, and that had to suck.
But it was nothing compared to what he had come coming.
He started with the theatrics the second he spotted me coming towards him. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me go.”
“Um-hmm. Not gonna happen.”
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”
“But I do.” I stepped in front of him and fought the urge to plow my fist in his face. “I know exactly who you are. You’ve made quite a name for yourself.”
“I’ve lived with the belief that a man without enemies is no man at all.”
“Well, from the looks of it, that’s not going so well for you.”
“My people will come for me.”
“Your people are dead.”
“So, what is this?” He glared at me with a snarl. “You gonna torture me? Try to get information out of me?”
“That’s not what this is about. I already know everything I need to know.”
His face grew red with rage as he roared, “Then, what the fuck do you want?”
“You should’ve never touched her.”
“Oh, this is about the girl,” he scoffed. “I didn’t do anything you or your crew wouldn’t do.”
“We don’t fuck with women or kids.”
“Well, you’re missing out. There’s a lot of money there.”
“There are a lot of things in this life that are more important than money.”
“Ha!” he chuckled. “Like what?”
“My integrity.” I walked over and grabbed the bottle of lighter fluid. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that.”
“What are you going to do with that?”
“There’s an old adage that says, ‘Build a man a fire, and he’s warm for a day’.” I started dousing him with lighter fluid. “Set him on fire, and he’s warm for the rest of his life.”
“Oh, fuck.” His eyes widened with horror. “You don’t have to do this. I’ve got money. I’ll pay you whatever you want.”
“It’s always money with you.” I shook my head and opened the box of matches. “Let’s see how far that money will get you in hell.”
I struck the match, then tossed it at him.
Within seconds, he was engulfed in flames and screaming for mercy. I had none to give, so I opened the door and walked out, leaving him there to burn. I walked out feeling no remorse. The man was evil, through and through, and the world was a better place without him.
I could still hear his screams as I made my way out to my bike. I sent Seven a text, letting him know that Delgado had been dealt with and told him to have a couple of prospects deal with the mess. Once he’d confirmed, I put on my helmet, turned the key and started the engine, revving it a few times to drown out the ruckus. I was pretty spun up, so I decided to take the long way home, hoping it would give me some time to unwind.