Until then, brother.
I turned, starting for the correction officer guarding the metal detectors when I heard Vic cough. I don’t stop, I just keep walking, reaching the guard before I turn around and peer back at him. He was hunched over the table, coughing into his hand. One of the C.O.’s was behind him, helping him to his feet but he brushed him off.
I turned and strode out of the visitor’s room before he lifted his head and found me staring at him, leaving his pride intact—for it was all he had left.
I walked away from the prison and made my way to my bike, feeling as though Vic was already gone. I fitted my helmet to my head, about to straddle my bike when I heard my phone go off. Reaching into my jacket, I pulled out my phone and glance at the screen to see Cobra was calling me.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Prez, we got trouble,” he replied.
Of course we do.
“What kind of trouble?”
“The kind that requires a lawyer and your ass at the seventy-ninth precinct.”
“Going to be awhile before I get my ass anywhere. I’m leaving Otisville now. Where the fuck is Blackie?”
“Don’t know. I called him too but he ain’t answering,” he replied.
“What about Wolf and Pipe?”
“Yeah, they’re being cuffed as we speak.”
“Fucking hell,” I seethe before ending the call and thumbing through my contacts to get Blackie on the horn. Motherfucker knows better than to ignore my calls.
He picked up on the fourth ring proving my point.
“Yo,” he answered.
“Don’t fucking ‘yo’ me. Where the fuck are you and be careful how you answer me. I ain’t in the mood to hear some shit about you and Lace.”
“I just left my N.A. meeting,” he explained.
I couldn’t get mad at the fucker for not answering his phone—not when he was off bettering himself and making a life for him and my girl.
“Cobra called—some shit with the cops is going down. Wolf and Pipe were arrested. I don’t know if anyone else was too but their bringing them down to the seventy-ninth precinct. I’m leaving the prison now but it will be awhile before I get back.”
“It’s been too fucking quiet,” he growled into the phone. “I’m on my way.”
“I’ll meet you there,” I say before disconnecting the call and shove my phone inside my pocket, revving my engine before peeling away from the prison.
Blackie was right—it’s been too quiet.
Only Satan knows what’s coming.
Chapter Eighteen
Cracking mu knuckles, I step away from my bike and climb the steps of the precinct, throwing on my game face as I reach the top step. These fucking pigs want to play with us then bitch we’re going to play. I roll my neck, working out the stiffness as I prepare myself to face officer douchebag, Greg Brantley—the motherfucker who has a hard on for me since the day he first laid eyes on my first wife, Christine.
I push open the doors and stride into the police department, waiting for the bells and whistles to go off signaling my arrival but that shit doesn’t happen. I ignore the cop pushing paper at the front desk as my eyes scan the room searching out Brantley, knowing for sure he’s the one behind this bullshit.
“Can I help you?”
“Where’s Brantley?” I clip, pulling my shades down as my eyes drill holes into the female officer in front of me. She licked licks her lips as she stares at me for a moment, girl my people and your people don’t play nice together.
“I’ve got this, Bailey,” dickface croons as he makes his way toward me. “What’s the matter? Parrish having a mental breakdown so he sent you to bail his boys out?”
I flash him a smirk as I glance around the room.
“Everyone with a badge has a pair of balls,” I say, turning to Officer Bailey. “I’m sure even she has a set hidden somewhere,” I accuse before pinning my eyes back to Brantley. “Why don’t you bend over and show her where you tuck yours away.”
The grin on my face widens as a gasp escapes Bailey’s mouth and Brantley grounds his teeth.
“What’s the matter, Officer Bailey, you didn’t know Brantley over here is a pussy dressed in blue?”
“Keep talking, Petra and I’ll throw your ass in a cell too,” Brantley threatens.
“On the same fabricated charges you cuffed my brothers on?”
“We have a witness placing five men wearing the Satan’s Knights patch robbing J & G liquor store, nothing fabricated.”
I narrow my eyes, taking a step closer to him as I grind my teeth.
“You came charging into the Dog Pound and arrested five of my guys on petty larceny?”