“Fuck. Let me call her real quick.” Fucking stupid little shit. She picks up on the third ring.
“Shit, Blake, I’m so sorry—“
“Fucking save it Pheobe, what the fuck is going on? And why the fuck are you playing with fucking bikers?”
“Don’t play dumb, you and Dad were both a part of an MC, you really think I was going to like a suit and tie man?”
“Well I had fucking hoped you would. Fuck sake, do you have any idea what this shit has caused; not just for us, but for Devils too?” She sighs down the phone.
“I know I’m sorry.”
“What can you tell me about him?”
“Sinner? He is a psycho. I was seeing him for a few months; all was good but then he smacked me around, so I pulled my .357 on him and haven’t seen him since.”
“He did what?” I growl down the phone. Zane puts out his cigarette and looks to me, stepping closer. “He gave me a back hand, I pulled my gun out of my bag and told him to fuck off and never come back. I never heard anything else from him since; then I started seeing Treasure and suddenly I start getting threats and random calls at different times of the night. I didn’t want to tell you because well, you are you, and also I know what you guys would do.”
“Fuck that Phoebe! You should have fucking told me. Are you fucking shitting me? FUUUCKKK!”
“Blake pl—“She doesn’t get to finish that sentence; because I’m throwing my phone in front of me, feeling nothing but rage. “B, what did she say?” Zane looks at me, not from a president perspective, but from one best friend to another.
“He fucking hit her; she pulled her gat on him and told him to never come back. Which he did, until he found out about Treasure, then he started stalking her and sending her death threats.” I see Zane’s jaw clenching together; he use to change Phoebe’s diapers when she was a baby, there is no way he is good with this.
“What the fuck is she thinking getting involved with this shit? It’s exactly why we set her up in New York, to get her away from it all.” He lights up another cigarette and I steal one from him.
“He’s done.”
~*~
After finding out where Sinner was residing, we pull up to a grungy old flat. Wasting no time, I walk up to the door, kick it down and see two junkies shooting up needles on the sofa. Pulling my gun up on them, they raise their hands up in defeat. “Yo, what the fuck man!”
“Where the fuck is Sinner?” They look between each other. “Now’s not the fucking time to play games, if you want to live, you will tell me where the FUCK Sinner is!” They both stand and try to run out the back door. Swinging my gun to them, I shoot them both in the back of their legs. They scream out and fall to the ground, turning around so they are lying on their backs and clutching their legs in pain. “Stop, he’ll be back soon, he just went to the store!” I stand up the one that seems the most talkative, and shoot the other one square in the head, marking the walls with his blood. I drag the other one over to the kitchen table while he cries out for his worthless friend. “Brother?” Zane, Ade and Felix ask uneasily behind me.
“You good?” Zane asks.
“Yeah, I need to do this. No one fucking hurts her, Zane. We promised her when she was a baby.” He nods his head, making his way to the body lying soulless on the floor.
“I know brother, I got you.” He looks over to Felix and Ade, “Go get something to wrap this piece of shit in.” They begin to clean up the bloody mess on the ground while we wait.
“You better hope he comes back, or that little performance you just saw happen to your friend? That won’t even scratch the surface of what I’ll do to you. You’ll be begging me to put you out of your misery.” He swallows while I stick duct tape on his mouth, making him not say another word. I sit back in my chair and feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I see it is a text from Vicky and unlock it.
Vicky: Did I do something wrong?
Me: Forget it and get some sleep
Vicky: Its 7pm… no one goes to sleep at 7pm
Me: Grandmas do. Sleep.
Vicky: I thought you might be different, I was wrong.
I don’t text her back after that, I have bigger fucking issues to deal with than her shit. I shove my phone back into my pocket, hearing a car pull up and a door close.
I hide behind one of the walls with Zane, Ade and Felix ahead of me. The door flies open, and when I know he has walked into the house enough, I come around the corner and pull him into the kitchen; covering his mouth in the process. I throw him into the wall until he gets back up, trying to fight me off. These idiots obviously know nothing about Sinful Souls; we have been fighting since we could walk. The three of us anyway, me, Ade and Zane. I knock him in the jaw, which has him stumbling to the ground; and get on top of his back so I am holding him down. “If you so much as scream like the little bitch I know you are, I will smash your face so far deep into this pavement, your fucking teeth could be found in China. Are we understood?” I feel his head nod; Zane and Ade pull him up and sit him next to his junkie friend. I drag a seat up next to him, leaning in. “Who the fuck do you think you are, son?” He laughs, then spits to the ground. I take that as I need to be a little more convincing, so I pull my knife out and stab it into his leg. “You hit my sister, and then you shoot up at my club?” Zane and me look at each other and laugh. “Got any last words?”