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Jared scoffed. “Finally… I never thought we’d have issues getting hold of the biggest Mexican drug cartel in Southern California…” He finished with an eye roll.
“I know, it’s fucked up man, and we’re all left standing around scratching our heads over where they’ve gone…” Ash added.
Phantom wasn’t. He was left scratching the new scars on his torso. He knew why no one could get hold of them. He kept his face passive and joined his MC brothers in listening attentively. They were his family, this MC was everything he had. Without them all, he would have been dead in a ditch.
Colt eyed Phantom. “Just had it confirmed. They are being killed off. The major players of the Mexican drug pushing fuckers all went into one of their safe houses, a warehouse, in the outskirts of Los Angeles, about six months ago now. About fifteen men, all the big fish of the largest cartel group working that stretch of the border. Do you know anything about that, Phantom?” Colt asked, his eyes shooting to him.
Phantom stared back. He didn’t think Colt would just ask him like that, openly. Phantom didn’t respond.
Colt sniffed and carried on. “The police searched the warehouse multiple times now, and found it empty. How could a whole fucking group of cartel men disappear? All except the leader’s driver. Who was stabbed, multiple times, and left to bleed out in his limo.”
Phantom swallowed hard at that.
“And funnily enough all the small-time foot soldiers keep turning up in the morgue. Throat slit. But before that, it leaves the only remaining man that we can account for from the SoCal Demonios to be… you.”
Phantom bit his lip and glanced at Colt. Ash and Jared stared from Colt to Phantom.
“We all saw the brand, Phantom, you were a member, weren’t you?” Colt asked quietly.
Phantom flexed his jaw and lifted his head once. It was a subtle nod, a subtle ‘yes’. “Hmm.” That was the only sound he made.
Colt breathed out. “Police found a false floor in the warehouse. A cop tripped over it, and low and behold, the floor opened up and revealed an underground tunnel.”
Phantom blinked. Fuck.
“LAPD went inside, followed the tunnel. It led to a cavern underground. A large meeting room. The Demonios had been having a meeting that day. They all went into the tunnel, didn’t they?”
Phantom blinked back.
“Well, they found all the top tier members of the SoCal Demonios. Dead. Bones, Phantom. Just bones. Just a heap of skeletons down there. All dead. Except you.”
Phantom tilted his head slightly. He looked from Colt, to the others, both of whom were eyeing him now with bated breath. What did they expect him to say? What did they expect him to do? Weep for them? Over his dead body.
“Know anything about that, Phantom?” Colt asked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing.
The truth was, Phantom didn’t know if he’d killed them that day or not. He remembered bits of it, like a nightmare, like a bad trip on drugs. Did he kill the members of his former gang? Possibly. Could he have? Most definitely. After what they had done? What they had done toher. Yes, that was what spurred his vendetta against them. He probably had killed every last one of those ‘big fish’ fuckers in that tunnel that day, and now he was sweeping up the little fish too and finishing the job.
His brothers were now all looking at him for a response. Well, he’d give them one. He tipped his head back, opened his mouth, and silently laughed.
He couldn’t stop the silent guffaw, the unstoppable giggles that burst forth within him. The only noise was his gasps for air.
Phantom reined in the laughter, and did a tiny shake of his head. Colt leveled him with a penetrating stare. The others looked on with unmasked shock. Let them feel shock. Let them feel horror. They were right to feel those things.
He could only remember snippets of that day. He remembered he felt so angry. Burningly angry. They had hurther. He didn’t love her, she owned him. But he was loyal. So he would hurt them. He planned what he was going to do. He wanted to kill. He wanted to cut flesh, he wanted to taste blood. So, being the monster he was, that is what he must have done.
It was too funny. They found bones.Bones.They found the tunnel, they went down it, and there was nothing left but bones. He remembered he staggered up the ladder. High off adrenaline, unable to see and hear properly, struggling to move. He remembered stabbing. He remembered getting on a motorcycle, not his, and riding away, feeling free, feeling like he was floating outside of his body. Looks like he had done the killing he needed to do. He left bodies behind him. Blood and bodies. Which were normally found the next day, without any fingerprints, without any identifiable marks to trace back to him. But because of the secret tunnel, the bodies hadn’t been found. Until now. And now they had only found bones.
“Anyway, enough about the dead, let’s talk about the living.” Colt stood and paced a little, Jared and Ash glanced at each other, swallowed and silently nodded to each other. The show must go on, they let it slip, the air lightened. Phantom took a breath and sat up straighter.
Colt spoke, “We want Nix out of prison to work the next assignment, I spoke to our lawyers yesterday, Hanrahan himself is handling it, says it won’t be much longer now-”
Ash jumped in, looking like he was fit to burst. “Yeah, everyone’s fucking dragging their feet about getting Nix out, he’s fucking wasting away in prison for a petty misunderstanding-”
Jared raised an eyebrow. “Aggravated assault is a bit more than a petty-”
“Fuck you, man!” Ash lost his patience, launched himself forward.
Colt was there, hands on his shoulders, before Ash’s butt cheeks could leave the chair.
