Page 29 of Psycho

This was the place everyone came to when we just wanted to wind down and take a breather.

It was also the most likely place I would find Dominic when he wasn’t home with his wife and sons.

And sure enough, I found him sitting in the back of the bar—his usual spot.

I walked over to him and sat down, flagging the waitress for a beer.

It was probably too early for one, but hell, I earned it for not killing the stupid fucker back at the trailer.

Dominic looked at me, taking a small sip of his beer and not saying anything.

I waited until my drink was placed down, and the waitress left before I spoke.

“I need a favor.”

“What is it, man?” Dominic asked.

“I want you to give me Ozzy Reyes’ debt.”

Dominic didn’t react to that.

I waited for him to gather up his thoughts. It was a lot of money I was asking Dominic to essentially give up. And though it wasn’t a significant amount compared to what he had and what his business brought in, it was about the principle of things.

Then, “What does that fucker have that you want?”

I took a sip of my beer. “Something precious.”

Dominic hummed.

I had decided after leaving Edger’s trailer that this was the only acceptable course of action. There was no more waiting around, and I didn’t want something to happen to her before I acted.

I was never a man to hesitate, anyway.

It was a fucking miracle that I had left her alone for the last three years. But something was going on with Reyes. There was no way he would just lie down and show us his belly. He was planning something, and with someone, because it didn’t matter what business he had, that fucker was essentially powerless when it came to dealing with the King’s Men, but…

That strange man in his trailer last night didn’t bode well for me.

“What’s so precious… orwho?”

I didn’t answer him. I looked over and met his eyes before I moved them away, taking in my surroundings.

“Okay,” Dominic said.

And that was one of the reasons why Dominic had earned more than my loyalty. He had my respect. It wasn’t all that surprising that I had followed him for as long as I had since he first brought the club to Sacramento from Las Vegas.

I had killed for the man, and I would probably die for him.

After all, it wasn’t like I could expect to live to my old age doing what I did.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely.

He patted my shoulder. “Don’t mention it.”

“Don’t mention what?” Roman asked, coming over to us and sitting down.

I didn’t say anything.

Dominic looked at me when he answered, “That is something you need to ask your brother.”

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