The cement is cracked and weeds are growing through it. There are a couple of old junked cars and lots of trash. Place is a shit hole, but with the purpose it had, that seemed fitting.
“What aren’t you telling me Skull?” I ask straight out, it is time to cut the bullshit. Skull and I would never be the best of friends, but there is a grudging respect of sorts.
He took a drag on his cigarette and blows out the smoke. In the distance a train whistle lets out a lonely wail.
“Dragon, talk on the street is of two adders in your nest, mi amigo. The fuck up in there being a small fry in a big ocean, and word is trouble is headed your way.”
“Trouble is headed my way every damn day.” I growl, watching the glow of the fire burn on the butt of my cigarette.
“Perhaps.”
“Besides, I already knew that shit from the call Twist made at the end of the tape, asking if I was distracted.”
“Si.”
“So, you have names?”
“None I am willing to share at this time, but I will when I find a reliable source, doing so now may implicate an innocent man. I warn you though you shouldn’t trust anyone.”
I threw the cigarette away and gave Skull a hateful look. I might understand what the fuck he was about, didn’t mean I had to like it.
“Let’s get this shit done.”
Chapter 17
Dragon
It had been a fucked up day. I had pulled the rest of Twists teeth and cut off his fingers, when it became apparent the fuck wasn’t going to talk. It pissed me the hell off. I needed something more to go on and for some reason I thought for sure Twist would have caved. All he would tell me in the end was that he’d see me in hell. A man could almost respect that, if it hadn’t come out of the mouth of a woman beating, rapist.
I don’t know why he didn’t break, whoever was behind this shit, cultivated a fuck of a lot of loyalty apparently. I had left Freak and Gunner to deal with what was left of the scum. There wasn’t much; the skin with the fingerprints and the teeth were dissolved separate, so I could be sure there was nothing left. Then the Mexican stew Danny had prepared was poured into the tub with Twist. It took several hours, but eventually he really would just be a stain in a sewage line. The fucker deserved less than that.
Now I’m sitting here at the club getting drunk. Nicole had come over and tried to pull me out of my head several times, but I shot her down. Why? Because I’m a fucking asshole, that’s why. She doesn’t deserve it, and I can tell from the blush on her face I had embarrassed her.
Now, she is watching the club Twinkies and she is clearly not happy with what is going on. I hated to tell her, but for the most part this was a quiet night for everyone. Hell there wasn’t even any open fucking going on. That will probably change before long, since the alcohol is flowing heavily and all of my men are in fucked up moods.
Nicole is at the bar talking with Lips and Irish. It’s kind of odd how her and Lips seem to have hit it off but they are laughing as if they are old friends. It kind of pisses me off, though I can not tell you for the life of me why.
Irish keeps looking over at me giving me a strange look and then shaking his head.
Yeah well, I know I’m fucking up so what. I said in my head, as I raise my glass to him in a silent toast. Irish shakes his head and goes back to talking to the girls.
Nicole shoots a worried glance in my direction every now and then and I do my best to ignore the pleading look in her eyes and keep drinking. I had nearly finished the bottle when Tash comes over and sits in my lap. I didn’t want her there. I might be fucked up right now, but even with that I knew Nicole was all I wanted. I am about to push her away when I hear Nicole’s voice. I look up to see my woman walking toward us in an angry strut, so fast her hair was flying behind her like there was a breeze and it bounces on her shoulder with ever step. Fuck, she is magnificent. I close my eyes and remember the way she had looked sucking on my cock. I instantly go hard, which considering the amount of alcohol I had been drinking, is no small feat.
“You need to move your boney ass off my man’s lap.”
My brain was mush, I should be paying attention to what the women are saying, but in truth all I could watch was the swell of Nicole’s breasts rise and fall in the sweater she was wearing. The deep vee of the dark green sweater gives a great view
“I don’t see your man complaining; maybe you just can’t keep him satisfied like I do.”