OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(135)

“So, how did you end up trying some of the heroin?” I asked again, dropping the fake friendliness from my voice.



“After the deal goes down, old Snake Eyes sees me hiding in the darkness by the window. I mean, he looks right at me and calls me over to him without saying a word. So I slink over to him. He reminds me that he told me he’d have some dope soon. He says it’s good shit, and he gives me a little to try. From the moment he breaks it out, I know it’s not legit, you know?”



“What do you mean?” I asked him, urging him to keep talking.



“I mean, I knew it wasn’t his. I knew it was yours right away, man. From start to finish, that shit acts just like what you guys have given me. So, as soon as I felt clean, I gave you guys a call. You told me to get with you if I ever saw anything strange on these streets, man, and I saw that shit last night. That dude saw me like he’d shone a light on me, man, and I was hiding.”



I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket and slapped it in the rat’s gray hand.



“Thanks for looking out, man,” I told him. “Get something to eat with that, okay? Maybe a drink or two, but no dope. We got you on dope, okay?”



“Yeah, thanks, man. I guess your dealer will be around again soon?” he asked.



“Someone will be,” Dante told him.



I looked at Dante with my eyebrows raised. I couldn’t believe the story this guy was telling us, but that was something Dante and I would have to discuss once we got back to HQ. Lizard men who could see in the dark, dope that was immediately identifiable. I didn’t use heroin, so I didn’t know if he could tell from the high or the color or what. I knew it was pretty obvious with other drugs sometimes, but I really didn’t know much about heroin outside of selling it. I figured I needed to learn a little more.



“Hey, man,” I stopped him before he faded back into the darkness. “Look, is there anything else you can remember about this new dealer who’s been coming around?” I pulled another twenty out of my pocket so he could see it in my hand.



“Yeah, man, wears a necklace with a large tooth on it.”



“Like a fang?” I asked.



“Yeah, man, a fang. That’s it. He wears a fang around his neck.”



I slapped the twenty in his hand without a word, shot Dante a look, and started walking back towards our bikes.



I knew who had our dope, which meant I was pretty sure I knew who Sasha’s boss was. Her former boss.





Chapter 9




Sasha



“Hey, do you mind if I slip off to the bathroom real quick?” I asked Andre.



“Yeah, it’s down at the end of the hall,” he said, walking me to the door and pointing down the hallway to where the bathroom door stood open. He watched behind me as I walked down the hallway.



Poor kid. He was big like a lot of the younger guys, but he just didn’t have the brains like Cole and Dante had. He was pretty much just muscle. He wasn’t bad muscle either. It was good to have a guy like him around, a strong yes-man, as long as no one made the mistake of relying on his brain power.



The upstairs looked like an apartment building or a hotel where the rooms didn’t have their own bathrooms. Each room was essentially just a decent-sized bedroom. I didn’t want to know why they felt the need to have so many rooms, but as much as these bikers liked to drink, I figured it was a good thing to have somewhere for them to crash if things got a little too wild at night.



I walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind me for privacy. I didn’t really have to go. I wanted to check my phone and see if Fang had called me back yet.



As I fished it out of my tight pocket, it started to vibrate with an incoming call.



“Hello?” I answered quietly, turning on the water in the sink to cover my voice.



“Hey, where the hell are you?” he asked.



“I’m hiding in a bathroom at their headquarters,” I told him.



“Do you have anything?”



“No dope. They didn’t move it, but I’ve got some intel,” I whispered.



“Good girl. Look, get the hell out of there, okay? Meet me at the city park,” he said.



“Got it.” I killed the phone and stuffed it back in my pocket. I cracked the door and looked down the hallway. Andre was still standing in the doorway to the room where he’d taken me.



“Is everything okay?” he asked.



“Yeah, I just, um, I just need some toilet paper,” I told him.



“Shit, we’re out?” he asked.



“Yeah, there’s none in here,” I said, taking a second to look into the bathroom. There was a full roll next to the toilet, but I figured he couldn’t see that from where he was standing.