Page 80 of Brother In Arms

“Get up.” Dragon ordered.

The man stood up slowly, cautiously and came around the desk. I backed off and gave him some room. Dragon who was a head and shoulders shorter than the guy looked up at him.

“You know what happens when you fuck with our family, culo?” It was everything in me not to laugh. Dragon was pouring on his stereotypical, Mexican gangbanger, hood rat persona; which he only did when working on problems like this. It fucked with the cops when they came knocking looking for the Mexican dude expecting him to sound a certain way, only to have D. come out sounding like a down home country hick. He’d adapted entirely too well to his environment, comin’ up around these parts, and despite his appearance sounded like a white ass, country bumpkin, motherfucker when he talked.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Giangiulio said, and was pretty much sneering at our president.

“You really don’t want to find out, dude.” Reaver said smiling.

“Oh?”

You know, I really hated these rich ass fuckwits who thought their money could get them out of any problem that came along.

“We’re going to ruin your life,” I said and Dragon and Reaver froze at my tone. “Pull down everything you’ve built brick by fucking brick. You try to touch anyone in any way that doesn’t have to do with a boardroom, or whatever legal way you have to fuckin’ deal with ‘em. I’m gonna find you and I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.”

He laughed, or started to, but I gut checked him with the bat. He doubled over and I brought it down across his back and wasn’t too gentle about it. He sprawled face first on his nice office carpet.

“You’ve graduated to the major leagues, motherfucker. Don’t think for a minute we ain’t serious. We’re watching you.” Reaver said and his gaze was as cold as a winter’s sky. Dude coughed and tried to get up, so I served his ass more of a beat down.

“That’s for Renaldo Hernandez,” I said. “You don’t even want to know what retribution for Bailey Berling is gonna look like. You’ve got two days to wrap the shit up surrounding Blue Hills. Two days to drop whatever pipe dream of a project you got surrounding that place. You don’t, I’m comin’ back and hell’s comin’ with me. I meant it, motherfucker… brick by goddamn brick.”

We needed to leave if he had called the cops, so we did. When we went back out the lobby, Dray and Cell went first, Dragon next, then me, then Reaver bringing up the rear. We got on our bikes and rode out, taking the opposite end of the office complex that the sirens were coming in from. We got out, by the skin of our teeth, now it was on to phase two of our little plan. We were pretty much expecting a raid on the club as well as some of us having our asses thrown in jail, at least for questioning that night, but there wasn’t going to be much the cops could do with all of us giving each other alibis.

The cops could and would hassle us for a few hours, but that was all they’d be able to do. We knew how the game was played and we were all in. It was just a question on if we were gonna get away with it.

Right now, we couldn’t worry about it. We got about five miles from the place and put our cuts in our saddlebags. The cops were going to be looking for Sacred Hearts guys, not single riders. Next, we pulled the tape from our plates and availed ourselves of our baseball hats and bandanas, throwing them in a random dumpster. We split up from there, taking a joy ride in any direction for about ten, fifteen minutes before turning and heading back towards the club.

I didn’t get stopped, and I didn’t see any of the other guys stopped and getting hooked up for a ride back to the pokey. Looked like we were in the clear until the police came knocking. It’d take them a while though.

I parked my bike back at the club, Dragon was already here and Reaver, but Dray and Cell were still in the wind. I gave a nod to Dragon when I came through the door and he came up to me. No women were in sight, it was just us guys out here. Good deal.

“Dray made it home just fine. He’s got a damn fine Queen in that woman, she’ll cover his ass. She gets it.”

“And Cell?”

“Stopped at the diner to eat and see that waitress of his and Blue’s.”

“Them fuckers ever gonna pull the trigger on that?” I wondered out loud.

“Don’t know, not my business. I guess Dani gave Bailey one of her anxiety pills and it knocked Bailey on her ass. She’s been asleep in your room. I think now would be a good time for you to get cleaned up and look in on her.”

I nodded, “Might be a minute before I get to see her again if we missed something.”

“Even careful criminals fuck up eventually,” Dragon agreed.

“What’s next?”

“Data’s been monitoring their shit, you fucked up Giangiulio pretty good, broke a couple ribs. They transported him to the hospital out there in the big city.”

“Too bad they didn’t take him to Mercy General.”

“Right?” Dragon chuckled, an evil little sound.

“I’m gonna grab a shower and see about Bailey, I suppose we’ll know if and when the cops get here.”

“Might be a few days, but yeah. Yeah we will. Take care of that bat,” he ordered.

“Already on it.”

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