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After I reported it to Prez, we all took a vote and we’ll be moving in on them in the next couple of days.
We’ll bring in the people we need answers from. Brax and Jessie can do their thing, and depending on their victim’s cooperation, I will no doubt end up doing mine.
I wait until Rogue’s eyes are closed and her breathing is steady before I head back down to the club. The guy who’d freaked her out is getting his dick sucked by one of the bitches Tac likes to use, and I storm over to where he is and lift him off the couch by his collar. His cock falls out her mouth and she backs away quickly when she realizes shit’s about to go down.
“Easy, brother.” Troj pulls at my shoulder but I shrug him off.
“This asshole knows something about Rogue,” I explain, keeping my eyes on the stinking piece of shit I’ve got gripped. Troj holds up his hands as he takes a step back.
“That true?” Prez shoos Haven off his lap and steps up beside me. “You know Rogue?” he asks the prick who’s currently cowering in my hands.
“I didn’t touch her.” He shakes his head.
“See that’s funny, ‘cause she told me that you did.” My face stands just an inch from his and I stare back at him with wild eyes.
“You know these men?” I shove the photo that I carry around in my cut into his chest. He chokes and sputters as he studies it. His head shaking some more, and I don’t need a fuckin’ degree in psychology to know he’s a mother fuckin’ liar.
“Bad shit happens to liars around here,” I threaten, side glancing at Jessie whose hand is already twisting the handle of his knife.
“You start talking, or my friend here will cut that bullshitting tongue out ya mouth.”
“I know them,” he admits, his eyes falling to the ground. “They hang out at a bar in Pueblo.”
“And what would they want with Rogue?” Prez asks, turning a chair round and straddling it.
“Hell if I know, you know what she can be like she’s always getting herself in trouble.” My restraint is about to snap.
We’re so close to nailing those fuckers, and him turning up at the club can only mean bad news.
“You came to me and offered me storage. You ain’t asking for much rent, and you know the shit we’d be keeping there ain’t legal. What’s in it for you?” Something is clicking in Prez’s head and I don’t fucking like it. The guy suddenly looks a lot like someone who's been caught out.
“Jessie.” Prez flicks his head toward the guy I have pinned, and as Jessie starts moving forward, his head starts frantically shaking and he strains against me.
“Ivan! the guys work for Ivan, they run a few of his houses out in Pueblo.”
“Crank or whore?” Jessie asks a question that I don’t want to hear the fuckin’ answer to. We know it's fuckin’ Crank, we checked the place out earlier.
“Crank. Eddie was working for him too, and they know what happened to him.”
Jessie presses the tip of his knife under the man’s chin, causing sweat to pour out of his forehead. “You workin' for this Ivan too?” he asks, and when the man nods his head, the knife makes a dimple in his skin.
“So you came here, offering us a deal so you could take them back some information?” Prez remains cool, lighting himself up a cigar.
“What do you want to know?” he shrugs. Prez acting so calm ain’t a good sign for the guy.
“Ivan wanted to know if you knew about the houses and if the girl that killed Eddie was here,” he admits, and Prez nods his head, slowly taking in the information he’s being given.
“Anything else?”
“He wants the girl to pay. Eye for an eye.”
Jessie gives me a side glance that warns me not to react, but the rage is almost at the surface, and it’s gonna unleash all over this motherfucker.
“Grimm, go be with your girl,” he says, his hand taking over from mine, pinning the fucker against the wall.
“No way, I’ma make this fucker pay.” There are still too many unanswered questions, like how this fucker had managed to get his dirty fucking hands on her?
Does he have anything to do with that visiting order I’d found a few days ago?
