“Damn it, Riggs,” Wolf growled, reaching for his rifle.
“Should I add the glass to your tab?” Wu asked Jack in the middle of my quest for a rain dance and Wolf trying to save my ass. I think Doc hit me up with some pain killers because I was feeling loopy.
“You made your point Wu, now tell me what you want so we can put this shit to bed,” Jack demanded.
Wu laughed, dabbing at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
“That’s funny,” he said, rising to his feet, and walking around the table. He wasn’t armed but remained calm as Jack cocked his gun and ripped back the safety. There was another Chinese exchange between him and his club. Jack kept his gun close as he narrowed his eyes, watching every move Wu made.
“You stole from me and now you expect me to close my eyes to that?” Wu shook his head. “I don’t know who you’re used to dealing with, maybe all your mafia handlings have made you forget your place…it doesn’t work like that here, Bulldog,” he stated, holding out his hands as one of his men handed him a leather cut.
He unfolded the cut.
My fucking cut.
“You see here, when you take from the hand that feeds us we expect a full payment,” he explained.
“Yeah, I got your fucking message,” Jack fumed. “I’ll get you your fucking money but then it ends. This beef gets squashed, we’re even because if you want to get down and dirty motherfucker, you marked one of my brothers and I don’t take that lightly,” he ground out.
“Your brother is lucky he’s breathing, Jack, don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m finished with any of you. I marked your brother but you’ve taken blood from me. I have three men to bury and a dozen whores to dispose of, we’ll never be even.” He affirmed.
Then he turned around and draped my cut over the table. He pulled a knife from his back pocket and dragged the blade along the seam of the reaper sewn into the back of my cut. He ripped the patch from the leather, turned back around to face Jack and threw my cut at me.
“You’ve taken three of my brothers, seems only fair I take three of yours.”
“Don’t threaten me or my fucking club Wu,” Jack commanded.
“For now, my money will suffice, but the Knights and Dragons alliance is dead,” he informed.
Jack advanced toward Wu and the Dragons turned their guns from our heads to Jack’s, in return our guns moved across the room, from one Dragon to another, itching to pull the trigger.
Jack brought the barrel of his gun to Wu’s lips, running it across the seam.
“Don’t underestimate me Wu, I’ve killed for a lot less,” Jack whispered, as he shoved the gun between Wu’s lips. “If you ever touch another brother of mine again, I’ll make you howl motherfucker, make you beg like the fucking dog you are,” he hissed, reaching down and grabbing my patch from Wu’s hand. He pulled his gun from his mouth and took a step back. “Don’t underestimate me,” he repeated.
“A quarter of a million dollars, Bulldog, or I’ll shove that gun you had in my mouth up your ass, then you’ll know what it’s truly like to be fucked by a Dragon,” Wu added.
Jack laughed, turning around to face us and handed me my patch before looking over his shoulder at Wu.
“I’ll bring the lube,” he sneered. “Let’s go boys,” he ordered.
We followed Jack out, walking backward through the restaurant with our guns held high in case one of these assholes decided to get stupid with us. We were halfway out the door when Wolf decided to send another message, walking back through the shattered door, the crazy fuck shot at the ducks that hung in the front window.
“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” Pipe asked him.
“Fuck you, the kid said he wanted to go hunting,” he argued, pointing to me. “It just happens to be duck season,” he said as he climbed onto his bike.
“Quack, quack, bitches,” he called over his shoulder.
I loved Wolf, truly loved him.
Shit, that was kind of gay.
“Yo,” Bones called as he revved his engine. “We need to get your ass home and I don’t mean the Dog Pound,” he said, daring me to argue. “Your girl’s worried about you,” he added.
My girl.
“She knows what happened?”
“Nah, but she knows something is up. When we couldn’t get a hold of you I went to the apartment,” he explained, kicking up his kick stand. “Dude, you fuck that up and you’re the dumbest man on the face of the Earth,” he continued.
“You got a thing for my Kitten, Bonesy?”
“Man, every man breathing wants a woman like your Kitten,” he replied, peeling off in front of me.
Yeah, I imagine they did.
Chapter Twenty-Three
I heard the doorknob jiggle and sprang to my feet, hurrying toward the door. It swung open before I could get to it and Riggs stumbled into the apartment.