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I wonder how many times I’m going to have to show the world that I’m the boss until everyone accepts it as truth. I’ve already been challenged many times today, and if I have to do this one more time, I’m going to shoot first and exchange pleasantries never. I’ve had enough needless contests to my authority to last a lifetime.
I move the spare motorcycle to the side of the road, dragging the bearded man there with it so that nobody will notice him if they happen to pass by. I stand blocking the view with my arms crossed and my gun holstered.
After a moment of thought, I figure it’s best to call Greg to take the body away. I’m not going to be able to move him on my own, and doing so would leave the motorcycle behind. I can’t risk someone seeing it and grabbing it before I have a chance to dispose of the evidence.
My phone rings twice before Greg answers. “Hey, I just got wrapped up with the last club for tonight. What’s up?”
“Good, I have something for you to clean up.”
“Clean up? You mean like a broom clean up, or a black plastic bag and an unassuming white van clean up?”
“The latter,” I reply, looking at the crimson stain on the road. “And bring something you’ll be able to carry a motorcycle in. I don’t want to leave that here.”
There’s a short pause before he speaks. “And where exactly are you?”
“A few miles down from Smoke, Steel, & Whiskey. I didn’t get far before a bunch of punks tried to rob me. Had to put a hole in the leader to get them to scram.”
“Shit, I’m assuming you’re alright.”
“Never been better,” I reply, slipping a cigarette between my dry lips.
“Was it the Triple Six Angels, you think? I would be careful about stirring up trouble with them. You know, Pasha already talked to one of their guys and he wasn’t very receptive.”
“Are you coming, or are you just going to keep running your mouth?” I ask, feeling the heat of annoyance in my chest.
“No, no, I’m on my way already. I just wanted to know who we’re dealing with,” he replies hurriedly.
“I’m not really sure,” I admit, looking down at the body as I light my cigarette. “A couple of idiots on motorcycles surrounded me and made me stop in the middle of the road. One of them held me at knifepoint while the other one sliced open one of my bags and tried to steal my cash. They didn’t seem to know who I was, nor did they care when I informed them. Anyway, I shot one of them and the rest scattered.”
“Jesus, I hope it wasn’t the Triple Six Angels,” Greg says, and I hear his car starting in the background. “We’re already not on good terms with them.”
I take a deep drag before responding, holding the smoke in my lungs until there’s barely any when I breathe out. “Part of me hopes it is, just so we can deal with them once and for all. It’s not like they have more resources than us. We can hire half the damn state to fight them off, but there will be bloodshed. That’s the only thing I’m concerned about.”
“Oh, and that would put your girlfriend in danger, too.”
“Oakley?”
“You went to see her tonight, didn’t you?”
I sigh. “Yes, but we’re not a thing. Don’t get that idea, alright? She’s paying her fair share just like everyone else, so this is just a business deal. She’s actually running Smoke, Steel, & Whiskey pretty well from what I’ve seen.”
“Sounds like you’re in love,” Greg replies with a laugh.
“Just get your ass down here,” I grumble before hanging up the phone.
The night feels a bit warmer at the mention of Oakley, and I chain-smoke for half an hour until Greg arrives to take the body. By the time I’m home, I’m coughing up a storm, but the pain is a welcome distraction from Oakley.
Anything to get my mind off her perfect body.
I’ll go insane if I can’t stop thinking about her.
12
Oakley
Iavoid the concerned looks from my employees as I hurry back into the bar, heading straight down the hall to my office. I sink into the big leather chair in front of my desk, burying my face into the palms of my hands and trying not to scream.
I shouldn’t have let Savva spank me, but it felt so good to see how far he’d go, and with every touch, I sunk deeper into his twisted passion. I don’t know what’s wrong with him – or myself, for that matter – but I do know that this can’t continue.
