Page 2 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

Raleigh nodded with a smirk. “She’s even feistier in bed.”

We came to San Diego every couple of months, and I wondered how many times my brother had hooked up with the hot bartender.

I set down my duffel bag on the other bed, eyeing the door that joined our room with the room next to it. “Most of these cartel assholes are arrogant and impatient. I don’t think they’ll wait too long to try something.”

Raleigh laughed and started scrolling on his phone.

I made sure both of my pistols were loaded before sitting on the chair by the window. Propping my feet on the table in front of me, I peered out the window to check for any activity.

I didn’t see anything, so I started messing around on my phone, too. After about twenty minutes, I heard the door of the room next to ours opening.

Making eye contact with my brother, I nodded. I wanted to get things over and done with as soon as possible, then have some beers and a smoke.

Raleigh got up and checked his nine as I pulled back the curtain slightly to look outside again. I didn’t see them outside,so I stood and took out one of my guns then headed to the door that joined our room with theirs.

My brother followed, and I didn’t hesitate before walking over and kicking the door in. Three Hispanic men quickly turned to face me, and I shot two in the forehead, then shot the other in each knee.

The man groaned in pain as he fell to the floor like his partners. He started cursing in Spanish as Raleigh closed the door behind us, then went to check the other men to make sure they were dead.

Kneeling in front of the cartel scum, I forced his chin up with my gun. When we made eye contact, I asked, “When are you going to learn to stop coming after us? Does your boss enjoy his men being sent back in body bags?”

The man’s breathing was frantic as he sneered at me, “Fuck you,puto.”

I laughed. “I was thinking about letting you live so you could go back to your boss and tell him to quit sending maggots like you after us, but now I’m not so sure.”

“He won’t stop until every last one of you is dead. Both the Forsaken and Suicide Kings,” he replied before spitting in my face. “Vengaza por su hermano.”

Rage lit up my veins, and I growled before pulling the trigger, blowing a hole in the motherfucker’s throat. “Let’s see you spit now, cunt.”

Blood poured from the wound, and gurgling was the only response I received. Taking my bandana out of my back pocket, I wiped the spit and blood from my face. I frowned as I stood, telling my brother, “Let’s get this cleaned up quick and get the fuck out of here.”

I grabbed the keys to their van, which was parked right outside. I turned it around so that the back doors were facing the room. I made sure the coast was clear before Raleigh andI moved the bodies into the van, then drove out to a patch of desert on the border of California and Mexico.

Then we doused it in gas and set that bitch on fire.

Raleigh had driven the van, and I followed him on my bike. We rode back to the motel, then cleaned the room as best as we could with the cleaning products the housekeepers used.

When we were finished, I stripped my clothes and hopped in the shower. Raleigh did the same after I was done, then we headed to the bar across the street.

Once we entered the bar, we went straight to the bartop and sat down. My brother’s bartender was there, and she smiled as she came over to us. “Hey, guys, what’ll it be?”

Raleigh smirked as I ordered two beers. “You get off soon?”

As the bartender set the beers down in front of us, she gave my brother a coy smile. “Give me twenty minutes.”

Raleigh nodded, winking at her as he took a swig from his bottle. I chuckled, then took a sip of mine. “Let’s get a game in before you get your dick wet.”

Half an hour later, the bartender came up behind my brother at the pool table and whispered in his ear. He grinned before following her, calling over his shoulder, “Be back in a minute.”

“Hopefully longer than that,” I teased.

I finished my beer, then went outside to smoke a cigarette. As I was taking my last drag, Raleigh came outside. He had a satisfied grin on his face as he took out his pack of smokes and slid a cigarette out.

“That fast, huh?” I joked before dropping my cigarette butt and snuffing it out with my boot.

“Fuck you,” he retorted as he lit his cigarette and took a long drag.

I chuckled. “Wanna play one more round before calling it a night?”

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