Page 6 of Abel

I need a stiff fucking drink to get through a night of this shit.

Jack straight up, because by the end of it… I don’t want to be standing straight up.

“Yo, Henry, gimme a jack straight up, and keep 'em coming.” I order, leaning across the bar admiring the way Henry looks in her tight, little uniform. Tats has the night off since he’s always here, holding down the fort.

“Keep undressing me with your eyes like that and you’re gonna get us both in trouble, Tiger.” She drawls, slamming a glass down in front of me and filling it with the brown amber.

My smile in return is seductive, letting her know I don’t give two fucks about the consequences. I’m just trying to stick my dick in something warm and wet for the night.

Instead of flirting with me, she puts the bottle back under the counter and walks away to help someone else. She’s Rathe’s ol’ lady and I can’t bring myself to care, I never liked that bastardto begin with. He’s no friend of mine nor does he belong to our club. He’s not even fucking welcome here because I want to fuck his woman.

The buzzing in my pocket pulls me away from thoughts of fucking that scumbag’s ol’ lady.

As I pull it out, I wonder who the fuck it could be from since all the guys are here.

Unknown: I say it’s about time we discuss a business deal that will solidify a most anointing allegiance.

First off, who the fuck talks like this in a text? Second…

Me: Who the fuck is this?

Unknown: Someone who can provide resources that will allow your little operation to flourish without drawing attention to yourselves.

Me: Who says I need your help?

Unknown: Don’t be stupid, Abel. Clive made that mistake and look where that got him.

Me: Fuck you! Don’t you dare speak on Clive’s name or I’ll kill you.

Unknown: I meant no harm. We should talk. When you’re ready to do business, Santiago will be waiting.

Me: Who the fuck is Santiago?Nothing.

Nada.

Zilch.

Seconds turn into minutes, and the minutes seem to pass me by as I wait for his response.

“Hen, I’ll be back for more later.” She only gives me a nod in the middle of pouring.

Walking through the crowd, I head to the office, finding Tark there.

He can already tell something’s wrong. “What up?”

“I just received a very interesting text.”

“From who?” He asks.

“I have no idea. Have the others meet us in the pit.” I say, already making my way there. Moments later, the rest of the crew walks in.

The tension in the room is thick, rolling off by the waves. I know they’re just as anxious to hear as I am to share it with them. Everyone is here. Saxon, Razor, Knuckles, Ironclad, Capone, and Cueball.

The Anarchy Saints.

“I don’t mean to be the bringer of bad news, but I just received a mysterious text.” I sigh, running a hand through my short, cropped hair before I continue. “Someone just sent a text that said we needed to team up or I’d end up dead like Clive.” The guys immediately get defensive. “Now, before you all get your panties in a bunch and jump to conclusions… Don’t. What the text said was that Clive not taking them up on their offer was stupid, that’s why he ended up dead. I’ll figure out what’s going on, but it damn sure won’t kill me”.”

“Figure this out? What do you mean you’ll figure it out?” Razor asks, pacing the floor, not looking the least bit impressed with the news.

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