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Ace shakes his head in disagreement, “No man, that isn’t you brother, not anymore. Not since you met her.”
I throw my head back in laughter, “Please don’t come at me with that bullshit. It may have happened to you, but you and I are vastly different. You for one no longer have the devil knocking at your door. You're free from the shackles, released from the hold he had on you. But I,” I turn off the stream of water, stepping out and grabbing a towel from the counter, “I’m still under another monster's control.”
“What is he threatening you with Bass? Whatever it is, I can help you.”
I smile at his eagerness to help me in this situation, a situation he’s all too familiar with. Though there is nothing he can do. “It’s no use when the time comes he knows I’ll do whatever he asks of me. Because one thing we do have in common, Ace, is that we’re foolishly obvious.”
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“I’m not in the mood for a night out Ace,” I grunt, slamming my head back onto the headboard of my bed. The guys stand before me, watching me intently as if I’m going to try and do something stupid.
“Come on Bass, since when?” Alek scoffs, smacking his lips together in an overly annoying manner. “You are the king of a good time.”
“Yeah but now he’s smitten, and all he can think about is snogging the gorgeous blond,” Beck adds, the two of them falling into a fit of laughter at my expense.
“Mock him all you want boys, but when it happens to you, rest assured you won’t be the ones laughing,” Ace interjects, slapping them both on the back of the head. I can’t help the smirk that escapes me at the sight of the two of them being reprimanded like children.
“That’ll never happen to me,” Alek mutters, “Luckily I have no interest in being a one girl kind of man, more of a one stop shop and move onto the next.”
Beck raises his hand in the air, making the three of us glare at him in confusion. “Ditto, this charm isn’t meant to be wasted on just one missus.”
Now it is me who wants to smack the two of them upside the head. My friends are drunk. It’s eight p.m. on a Thursday night and my friends are fucking wasted. So much for taking me out.
“How the hell are we supposed to go anywhere when you two are fucking drunk?”
“Not to worry brother, Ace is as sober as a judge,” Beck slurs, wrapping his arm around Ace.
“What the fuck does that mean Beckett?”
Ace shrugs out from under Beck’s arms, “It means I’m good to drive Bass, besides, we’re only driving out to Killian’s down in Pleasant Hills.”
I shake my head at their stupidity, “Really, Cobra territory, you think that’s smart Ace? With Wesley out of the picture, you don’t know if those guys will warrant the same respect they did for your father.”
Too late I realize what I’ve said, Ace already heading toward me clearly fucking pissed. “He’s not my father Bass, don’t fucking call him that again. As far as I’m concerned I have no father, never did. The fact that Wesley’s dead and finding out who he really was, means absolutely nothing.”
“Understood brother, I didn’t mean to...”
“It’s fine.” Ace replies, waving me off. “But I feel this is the best opportunity to show them that things are going to be different now with me in charge.”
“Are you?” Alek asks, genuinely curious, “I mean we were able to dismantle The Gallows, and all other of Wesley’s underage operations, but his associates remain at the helm of the other half of his empire. Bass’s dad is only reigning in more power with his casinos, my father is continuing to expand his reach going as far as inducting diplomats and foreign authorities into hisclub, not to mention we have Prescott and Carlyle lurking around looking for an into it all. If anything, things are just as they were.”
“Aleks right Ace,” I mutter cracking my knuckles, “My father is planning on expanding his reach, he’s taken over production of The Devil’s Kiss, he’s teaming up with Carlyle to open another casino, and I think he wants to completely take over Wesley’s place. Worst of all, I fear he has the influence to do so, not to mention the manpower behind him.”
“What are you talking about?” Ace asks.
“The Order.”
They all turn to me with curious eyes, not understanding what I’m talking about. “Who the fuck is The Order?” Alek asks.
“Kane Dalton and The Order, the self-righteous pricks down in Galen Grove. They control all the activity that side of the border, dealing TranQ, their equivalent of KISS, and I think eventually they want to control all the drug trade in the area, moving into Hillcrest and its surrounding territories, from Pleasant Hills all the way down to Providence.”
“Kane Dalton, I’ve heard of him,” Ace says, “They’re that wannabee motorcycle crew...”
“Well they’ve since traded their Harley’s for Bugatti’s. I’d refer to them as more of a cult, or a mini mafia, than a MC. Regardless they’re dangerous, and I’m afraid Dalton is the equivalent of Wesley, only worse. He’s known all over the black market, his trade of choice, foreign girls.”
“Trafficking really?” Beckett shouts in disbelief.
“No minors as far as I know, but he uses them as mules for the drugs and then as consolation presents or gifts to his customers.”
