Cashing in a favor had been a mistake. The General said there were no allies between outlaws, and he was right. They’d use any thing they could against us. I’d known it’d come with a price but I’d asked anyway.
Luci was big and dumber than a bowl of hair. I mean real big, like weightlifter, Mr. Universe big, tanned bronze to boot. His matching hair pulled back in a ponytail, I could see seven teardrops on his neck and his “MM” in the middle of a spider web. With a jacket longer and more violent than mine, he’d try to intimidate me with my brothers not around. “Hey, Scar, what’s it been two months? You ever going back to daddy?”
I ignored him. General also said I’d not survive a Nomad if I didn’t learn patience. I’d bide my time, this time. “Fucker, I think you got something of mine.”
“Anne tells me you said she should live a little.” Luci took a swig of his Tecate. “Seeing she’s got no affiliation as far as I can see, I figured I’d introduce her to a real man.”
“Funny, since she’s sittin’ on you.” I sat down, my fists tightening under the table.
Shirley laughed too loud, hitting the table with the palm of her hand. I thought about shooting Luci in the foot, but for once, despite the laugh, I didn’t know whose side Shirley would take.
Shirley was cozied up to the other Mutherfuker, a Latino known as Little Ricky. No bigger than tits on a chigger, he was frying size. “Not cool man, not cool.” His accent was thick. Wearing more jewelry than a woman, he was Luci’s bitch, as far as I was concerned. I fought the urge to say so. Shirtless besides his cut, showing off Jesus and Mary on his chest and guns tattooed onto his forearms, he had three dots under his eye.
Shirley was probably jacking him off under the table. I’m not saying she’s a slut but she’s been under more sheets than the Klan. I missed the security of running with my brothers. I was alone, the closest God at least three hours away. When I didn’t take the bait, Luci got up and Emery slinked over to me, confused. Shirley touched my hand as she stood too. “Bring Anne over to my place. We’re having a little private party.” She winked, and left with a Mutherfuker on each arm.
I didn’t know if she just invited us to their orgy or she wanted me to kill these men. Emery sat on my lap this time. Leaning against me, she smelled of tequila. “What the fuck was that?” I pushed her off me, and she landed on her ass on the floor. The Heelz turned their heads until they saw it was me and Emery wasn’t one of theirs.
“You had your fun tonight, figured I could have mine too,” she chided, getting up and dusting herself off. She started to walk away, but I couldn’t have her making a fool outta me in front of the Heelz. Yanking her by the hair of her head, I dragged her out of there, scuffing her red heels as I drug her. Kicking and screaming, Emery fought the whole way until she hit my balls. I doubled over. “Fucking cunt!” She got away, ditching her shoes, running down the dark alley where I’d parked my bike. I caught up with her and she backed up onto it.
She was madder than a bobcat caught in a piss fire. “So you’re fucking that old bitch?”
“So,” I challenged. “What about it?” She’d been wiggling around on Luci’s lap but I didn’t say it. I grabbed her upper arms and turned her around, bending her over the bike. Holding her head down by clutching her long hair, I reached around, unzipping her pants. I yanked them down to her knees. Her bare ass shined in the moonlight. I tightened my grip on her hair before I slapped her ass with my cupped hand. The sound echoed in the alley as I lit up her ass until she was crying from pain or the humiliation. I turned her around and let her go. “Get dressed. We have an orgy to attend.”
“Fuck you.” Mascara ran down her face as she brought up her pants. “I wish you’d just kill me already.”
The words cut me deep, hearing she still wanted to die. I’d wished that she’d been telling the truth before, and that she had changed her mind about our deal. “Wish in one hand and shit in the other,” I mumbled as I lit a smoke.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“We have a deal remember? You do as I say until I decide to do the job you hired me for.”
“Yeah, I remember. I’m your whore.”
“That’s right, you’re mine and don’t you go forgetting it.”
Pinching Emery’s neck, I marched her to Shirley’s cabin not knowing what was in store for us. I tucked my gun in my back holster and slipped my closed blade into Emery’s back pocket. “Smile,” I demanded as I knocked on the door of The Banshee’s abode. Naturally, it was the nicest of all the cabins on the property, small but surrounded by the most land and somewhat secluded from the others. Shirley greeted us in nothing but her frilly underwear. I heard heavy metal coming from tiny speakers on the coffee table. We followed her in before she slipped behind us to lock the door. Luci and Little Ricki were on the couch in nothing but their jeans, tying their arms. They were getting ready to shoot something.