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“Why?”
“Got someone else I’m keeping an eye on, and they seem to run in the same circles.”
My eyebrows lifted, but Tank had parked, and Race was already moving from his bike. Tank pointed at the door. “How’re we getting the fucker out of there?”
Ritz smirked. “That’s the easy fucking part.” He started across the parking lot and stood next to the Ferrari that I would never forget. Grinning, I fell into step beside Tank and was almost to the car when the alarm sounded. “I’m assuming that alarm will somehow send an alert to his phone.”
“I’d assume the same, but where the hell is he?” It was almost thirty seconds before the club door pushed open, and I shook my head. “Christ, I could’ve stolen it by now.”
The door to Crush closed behind him, and I leaned against his car. He started across the parking lot, his gait arrogant, but I could tell the closer he got that he wasn’t all that sure of himself facing off with the three of us.
He held his hands out to the sides. “Gentlemen.” He pointed behind us. “Mind moving away from my car?”
I decided to dive right in, already sick of looking at this bastard’s face. “Got some news to share.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”
I pushed off the car and stood face-to-face with him. “The deal you were trying so hard to close. You know, the one you were using to blackmail Becs? That’s done.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Shut the fuck up.” His grin slowly slid from his lips. I was tired of this fucker playing games and, worse, thinking he could. “We found out about the property you were gonna buy, and we knew your plans. Dimarco Construction signed the papers today. It’s theirs now.” I took a step closer. “You know what that means, fucker? That means you’re never gonna get your hands on it.”
He seemed taken off guard for a moment before he shook his head. “That’s impossible. That deal was done.”
I chuckled. “Guess not. Or maybe whoever you were paying off has bailed on you. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you no longer have any reason to contact Becs.”
“Mmm…that’s where you’re wrong, jailbird.” His lips curled in a snarl. “Becs had my kid. The kid you’re playing daddy with is mine, and I can go there with her any fucking time I want to.” He threw his arms out to the sides. “And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”
I laughed and listened to Tank and Ritz chuckle on either side of me. Taking a few steps, I got in his face. “That’s where you’re wrong, fucker. You have no idea who you’re dealing with. Or maybe you do, considering you had someone watching me for a few months, but I don’t think you know what I’m capable of. So here’s the deal. You’ll leave Becs alone, and if you don’t, I’ll make sure you become really familiar with the inside of a jail cell.”
He rolled his eyes to the side and smirked. “Oh yeah, how do you think you’re gonna do that?”
“Don’t you wonder how I knew about the property you were going to buy or the deals you’ve made with Manny?” His eyes slid to mine, and the smirk disappeared. I hadn’t been sure about Manny since we had no proof, but his expression gave him away. “And those are the two I’m willing to share.”
He swallowed hard but tried to disguise it with a shrug. “I don’t believe you.”
“Well, believe this then. If I go to the police”—I leaned in and lowered my voice—“who I’m friends with, and give them all the fucking dirt I have on you, you’re going to jail. I’ve been there, fucker, and I survived, but you won’t. You’re a walking target for the men in there. I’ll even bet a few of the gangs you messed with have some members locked up. What do you think they’ll do when they find out what you’re in for?” I looked back and forth between his eyes. “I’ll consider it a personal mission to make sure they find out about every-fucking-thing.” I gestured behind me. “We know some people who are doing time and owe us markers. Really wouldn’t take much more than a visit.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” he said, but his voice didn’t hold any conviction.
Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around his neck and slammed him against the side of the building before he had a chance to react. “You should be.”
“You leave a mark on me and…”
“And what?” I got right in his face and squeezed his throat. “What the fuck are you gonna do about it?”
He looked over my shoulder, and I increased the pressure on his neck. “Don’t look at them, look at me. Memorize my face because if I find out you even so much as breathed in Becs’s direction, I’m coming for you. I ran the streets in Philly since I was fourteen years old. Dealt with fuckers like you my whole life. You’re no fucking match for me. Or for my club. As of now, Becs and the club are no longer on your radar. We see you in our town, we will end you. Might be sending you to prison or sending you to hell, but either way, we’ll make it as painful as possible.” His eyes flashed, but he jerked up his chin when I lessened the strength of my hold. “We have an understanding?”
“Yeah,” he muttered.
Letting go of his neck, I took a step back. “I see you in New Hope, I’ll know we don’t.”
He looked past me at Ritz and Tank, but only shook his head. “I don’t need this shit. It doesn’t affect me if a property deal like that fell through. I have a lot of ways of making more money.” He smirked. “But it will affect your club.” He raised his eyebrows and started walking backward toward the Crush. “You’ve got some pretty powerful enemies, gentlemen.”
“Who?” Tank barked.
He snorted and shifted his attention back to me. “Good luck.” He didn’t waste time heading back into the club after he delivered his parting shot.
