Page 19 of Hades

No one was more surprised than Kyle. Finally, he had money in his pocket.

More important he had respect.

Those dirty old bastards that came through the door treated him like he was a King handing out free ambrosia like looked and tasted like pussy.

Everything had a price and Kyle charged them twice as much.

He got his hands dirty when it was required to teach a person just who was in charge and couldn’t be pushed around for a few lousy dollars. Some punks didn’t understand the meaning of a dollar or having to pay for pussy. Some of the men got rough with the aunts and Kyle stepped in. Not that he cared one way or another if they had bruises or even a broken bone, but when it interfered with his profit margin he didn’t give a shit who it was, the local cops wanting a free blowjob or a regular joe from the street, no one messed with Kyle’s money, therefore he treated those women like spun gold.

They adored him.

They fucking worshiped him.

All the while he used them up. They were bigger whores now then they’d ever been, he worked them weekends, holidays, nights, days and they thanked him for it. Idiots. But idiots who were bringing in so much cash he was seriously thinking of becoming a chain. Now wouldn’t that be funny.

It was almost a year later, his business well established, if fucking whores was what you were into then people heard through the grapevine about Kyle’s place.

He paid off the cops, so he didn’t get shut down. Offered the sly one’s free blowjobs from his girls. The fat ones were always more grateful and malleable to turning a blind eye when someone with plump lips was sucking their dicks.

But it was when he heard rumblings about the Renegade Souls MC wanting a cut of his profit as protection that red washed over his vision like food coloring had been dripped behind his pupils.

He’d seen them swaggering around town as usual, barely gave them any notice in those first few months, not even his declaration of payback veered him from building up the business. But as for socializing with the jerks who rejected him he wanted nothing to do with that, he wouldn’t play nice for nice sake, they stayed away from him and him them.

This problem however, meant he had to face it head on. He had muscle behind him.

Kevin Timebridge, as well as his younger brother had come to work for Kyle, they did whatever he asked without questions, damn, it was good to have thugs, idiot thugs at that, not a brain cell between them.

But as he walked intoOtis’ bar and grillthat night he felt his bones rattle under his skin for a second, past rejection coming back to haunt him before he steeled his spine, jutted out his chin and put nastiness in his gaze sweeping left and right, confident enough that if a fight broke out he’d have someone at his back.

Even after everything that had happened he felt a twinge of admiration for the man in charge as he saw Rex backhand a new prospect Kyle didn’t recognize, sending him flying into a table, crashing it and all its load from on top down to the floor. Cheers went up and the young guy was seen to wipe tears from his face. Pussy. If he couldn’t take a quick fist he might as well walk out that door right now.

That’s the sort of man he wanted to be; feared by everyone. With a long road to travel, Kyle saw his direction and wouldn’t be deviated from it. Only then would he know he would be okay, that no one was going to hurt him again.

Steeling his face, he cocked an arrogant brow when Rex spotted him.Yeah, old man, I’m on your turf, what of it?Whatever the MC boss was thinking it didn’t show on his face, he leaned over and said something to Mad-dog, who turned a nasty sneer on Kyle.Yeah, and fuck you too, you, old goat.His stare didn’t bother Kyle, he’d dealt with worse.

His game face he’s constantly forced to keep in place is fucking exhaustion personified, but he does it, never yielding, not even for a second.

Something off in one corner caught his eye, he didn’t know how since the bar was crazy busy, wall to wall bikers and the desperate bitches who hung around in hopes of capturing one of their attention, like becoming Mrs Renegade Souls was the mecca of a life she could envision for herself. Further proving to Kyle women really did think with that wet strip between their legs. Not a brain cell among them to envision something better.

The pair were huddled together. Rider the golden dickhead with another guy around the same age, blonde hair too long brushed his ears and eyes deader than a corpse as he swept the room the same way Kyle had. They pair looked thick as thieves, but Kyle hadn’t seen the guy around when he was prospecting, and he recognized most everyone by sight who was associated to all the MC’s in the area. This guy was new.

And new always meant unpredictable. If you didn’t know the bones of a person how else could you use it to your advantage, to guard against an attack one day?

Something tickled in the back of his head.

Something familiar he couldn’t place.

The guy with Rider reminded Kyle of someone, the shape of his face, the narrowing of his blunt eyes, it was something important, only the connective dots weren’t coming together, and he shrugged it off. The guy wore a prospect vest. So, theSoulshad new fresh meat, didn’t take them long to recruit more lackeys for their dirty work. More fool him, he thought.

As that, like Rider sensed Kyle’s derision he looked over, face unreadable, but he gestured over to his pal and what do you know soulless eyes cranked his neck to glare at Kyle.

He met both stares without backing down. Useless nervous energy kept him where he was.

For more than an hour Kyle stationed himself dead center of the bar, Kevin on one side of him, the younger brother on the other, both meaner than a rattle snake. In that hour he gave Rex plenty of opportunity to approach and demand the protection money he was taking off most every business in the area.I’m here, you come to me, old man. He waited an hour more before he stood down off the stool, took a sweep of the bar, made sure to grab the eye of both the MC president and his useless sidekick VP before he sauntered out and took a long wavering lungful of air.

“Buncha pussies.” Cackled Kevin.

But Kyle knew, those men inside were cunning, when they had something to say Kyle was in no doubt they’d make sure he heard, but for now he’d made his point, he’d shown theSoulshe wasn’t afraid of a little posturing.

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