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“That’s right, you’re not. That’s my job.”
“As long as you do it very far away from me and my guys and you do it quietly…then he’s all yours. If you mount his head on your fucking handlebars and ride in here, evenIwon’t be able to protect you.”
“I’m not fucking stupid, Nico. I know which way the wind blows and—” I stop when I hear an engine approaching.
Nico frowns and listens too.
I ask, “One of your guys coming home?”
“No. Maybe it’s the man you came for.”
I hear shouting from outside. “Fuck.”
I open the door and instead of seeing my guys trying to subdue Malcolm, the scene that greets me is one that only Chase could have engineered.
He’s got a Devil in a rear chokehold with a gun to his head. Bret and Rick are trying to get him to stand down. Matt and Phil are in front of them, weapons drawn and covering Rick and Bret—and there are fifteen fucking Devils pointing guns at all five of my guys.
“CHASE!” I am seriously losing my patience with this guy. “Put that fucking gun down and let him go or I swear I’ll shoot you myself!”
“I’ll pop this motherfucker! I swear it!” Chase pushes the gun on the Devil’s head harder. “Just give me who I came for and I’ll let this one go!”
Nico steps forward and tries to calm down his flock, “Guns down, amigos.”
They only lower them halfway.
Nico steps between Matt and Phil and puts his hands on them in calming gesture, then looks at Chase, “He’s not here, pendejo. What do you think me and Dominic have been talking about?”
“You’re lying!”
Nico loses his cool and shouts, “Whether I am or not is not your fucking business! You’re standing inmyhouse, holdingmyman, threating him. I can take that gun from you, shove it up your ass and pull the trigger till the clip is empty and your boss won’t do a fucking thing becauseI’mwithin my rights!”
Bret turns to Chase, “Put it down, man.”
I join Nico, “I’m not going to tell you again, Chase. This is exactly why I didn’t tell you we were coming, because I knew you’d do some dumb shit like this. Now. Put. It. Down.”
Chase stares me down till he finally realizes I’m not fucking around. When he turns up his gun and pushes the Devil away, I feel like the stare went on just a little too long.
I turn to Nico, “I offer you discipline.”
“I accept.”
I shoot Chase a look that tells him he needs to accept his punishment before Nico lands a blow to his jaw that puts him to sleep.
Why does he keep making me hurt him?
When Nico comes back to me I say, “Do me a favor?”
“Yeah?”
“Work him over, keep him here a couple of days, tell him we negotiated a penance.”
“When you say—work him over?”
“Don’t fucking break anything of course, Nico,” I shake my head at him. “Just bruise him good. Give him water, no booze. Maybe a plate of beans. Put him on his bike tomorrow and let him go.”
“Alright, amigo. Whatever you say.”
I pick Chase’s gun up off the floor and tuck it under my kutte.
