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I wonder what Ivy would think if she knew the type of man I really was. I’m not all good, but I ain’t that bad either. If shewould have stuck around to find out, I know we could have worked.

Even though I have a past, who doesn’t? At least I don’t kill for fun, anymore, I kill those that deserve it.

Take for instance those fuckers from the club. I haven’t had a chance to find them since that night, but I’ve heard of the motorcycle crew they run with and all those assholes need to be six feet under.

If I ever see either of them in my club again, I’ll strip them of their life.

Passing an empty building in between a sketchy looking gym and a tattoo shop, I see a for sale sign. Making a U-turn, causing the car behind me to lay on their horn, to which I flip them off, I circle back around to the spot in question.

Parking my bike on the side of the street, I hop off, phone in hand, ready to snap a picture of the information.

“What’s up, young blood?” I hear someone say.

Looking around, I see a man leaned against the side of the building, watching everything that passes by which gives me an idea. “Chilin’. Say, what can you tell me about this spot?” I ask, motioning between the buildings.

I don’t expect him to answer me, or better yet, he’ll offer me the information for a small fee.

He surprises the shit out of me when he freely gives me what I ask for.

“A lot more goes on here than just a gym and tattoo parlor, that’s for sure.” He says, pushing off the side of the building. “I’ve never seen you in this neck of the woods before.”

“I’m sure you have, but on the flyby. Who runs the shop and gym?”

“A cat named Goon Eye. Young, suave, has the ladies throwing themselves at his feet. He’s a thug, pollutes the community with his drugs.” He spits.

Reaching inside my jacket, I pull out a couple of twenties. “Take my number, call me when you see him again.” His eyes light up at the sight of the money.

“You don’t have to give me nothin’, I’ll share information for free, as long as you get him out of here.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because that bastard is a child killer.” The fuck?

“What do you mean?”

“He recruits teenagers to sell his drugs, in return, he gives them a little weed. But it’s not just any kind of weed, it’s laced.” He frowns. “My seventeen-year-old nephew got mixed up with him. Three weeks later, he was dead, but his death was ruled a suicide because a few cops down here are on his payroll.”

“I’m sorry about your nephew. You keep giving me information like this, and I’ll make sure he’s dealt with.” Seeing as he won’t take the money from me, I shove it in the pocket of his shirt. “He’s my number. Call me when you have any information, doesn’t matter the time or the day.”

“You got it.” He turns to leave, but I stop him.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“Peter.”

“Nice to meet you, name’s Abel.”

“I’ve heard your name before.” He smiles. “You’re one of the good guys.”

“Nah, ain’t nothin’ good about me.” I say, walking back to my bike and leaving with this new information. I’ve added something else to all the chaos in my life.

And I fucking love it.

Chapter Fifteen

Ivy

February 2023

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