Page 25 of Hades

T-bone was practically salivating licking his chops, eyes bright. It was either dope or bitches.

“Show him through.” He didn’t care if the room smelled of sex. He combed fingers through his hair, the tiniest bit apprehensive because this was his newest venture he had hopes would bring him closer to where he wanted to be.

As lucrative as his brothel had been, and still was, it was small change. Kyle wasn’t able to branch out with only a hand full of rooms for the whores to spread their legs and earn him the kind of money he craved. So, while he left the running of that place to one of his aunts as the madam and caretaker of his mother, he’d looked further afield and wasn’t he just tickled fucking pink that there were people willing to trade him for the right price.

Stroking tapered fingers through his choppy blonde hair once more, he took that same hand to his clipped beard, ink around his wrist caught his eye. Both arms from shoulder to wrists were decorated in colorful art, the same for his torso, belly and half of his back. If Kyle were to glance at himself in a mirror he’d recognize very little of his former self. Three times the size. He was a mere echo of that boy now.

He was king of his domain.

And he proved it when a shorter stout man swaggered in through the door and showed his respect with a head incline, his skin tanned and hair ink black, he had his own tattoos, dressed simply in a tank top, bomber jacket and dark wash jeans they clasped hands in the middle. “Luis. What do you have for me?”

It was an effective meeting, he thought, when the man was shown out, his pockets heavier than when he’d arrived. It took a lot of ready cash to buy sex and they didn’t come cheap being trafficked across the border. Made trickier subsequently when they had to bring the stolen women through Rider’s mountains, it always took ingenuity to get one over on that MC, but it gave Kyle a cheap thrill to know he was transporting his illegal business through Marinos’s territory and the other man had no fucking clue about it.

“You heard him, T. I want extra men out for the delivery on Friday, you got it? No fucking screw ups, this is too important.”

T-bone looked hyped, bopping from foot to foot, his hands wringing. “Are we like, gonna test the stuff, boss?”

Thestuff. The women. Idiot.

He cast his nasty eyes at the man, looking blankly at him. With buyers lined up for the ten women coming into America it wasn’t whorehouse merchandise anymore. Some of his sales went to high powered types, CEO millionaires, even that one judge several month ago who wanted his own little brown girl to do what the fuck ever with. So long as Kyle got his money on time he didn’t ask questions why these men bought stolen women.

“Don’t be a colossal moron your entire life, Kevin. Would you buy a steak if some motherfucker had stuck his dick into it first?”

“Oh. Maybe. If I didn’t know. Like, why we gettin’ these bitches and not fuckin’ ‘em first?”

Loyal the man may be, but fuck if he had a brain cell rattling around in that skull. Kyle grabbed his jacket and slipped into the custom leather with the club’s bloody handprint emblem on the back andRAGING REBELSin white lettering.

“If I find out your pencil-dick has stuck in anyone other than a goddamn bitch out there I’ll slice it off and make you eat it.” He growled his one and only warning. “That goes for any of the others, you make sure they know.”

Kyle was a businessman not a goddamn rapist.

There was plenty of available pussy already traipsing through the doors as it was without sticking it to the merchandise who were going to make him more than he knew what to do with. He was about fast business not bad business. “I’m out for a few hours.”

First, he went to grease the hands of that obese fucking Sheriff to turn a blind eye if he saw him or his men riding by on their bikes. Because if he didn’t then the county’s sheriff had a habit of pulling his men in on jumped up reasons and it just pissed off Kyle. It was easy to toss the idiot a few notes every month.

Next, he did the same with a few snitches who were keeping close watch on the neighboring MC’s. It was too risky to set one of Kyle’s own men up with the job, if Marinos or the old fuck Steele from the Kingsmen saw one of his hanging around it wouldn’t turn out well and for now Kyle wanted them to think he couldn’t give a fuck what they were up to. He paid for information and he was pleased with what one had told him tonight. Talk was the younger Steele, Jamie, was making moves to take over his father’s seat. If only all other MC’s would self-implode and leave the big business to Kyle he’d be happier.

“You’re fucking late.” Announced a gravel voice when Kyle stepped down off his Harley in an abandoned parking lot. The guy was right, he was late. Ask Kyle if he gave a shit about it. His brow arched as if to dare him to say one more word.

“Yet here you are waiting for me.” That shit amused Kyle. It was petty of him to keep people waiting for him.

They didn’t shake hands. The two men weren’t friends.

But what they did have in common was a need to earn money and a lot of it. It didn’t hurt at all that he was another drop out from the Renegade Souls MC the year after they booted out Kyle. Seems mutual hatred bonded men in their hour of revenge and they’d made a pact to traffic as much blow that was humanly possible through Armado right under Rider’s nose. Show the golden boy he wasn’t King of the roost like he thought.

“Do you have it?” the other man asked?

“Of fucking course. Would I be here otherwise?” Kyle slipped a hand into his inner jacket pocket and came out with a white brick, handing it over. “There’ll be another on Thursday, one of my men will deliver it at the usual place.”

“Why the cloak and dagger tonight? I had stuff to do that didn’t include driving to the back of beyond to wait for your ass.”

“Marinos, somehow heard of my normal drop and had my guys delivered back to me in pieces.”

The asshole laughed as he exchanged the blow for a bulging packet of money that should count out a round seventy-five G’s.

“He is a slick sonuvabitch, gotta give him that.”

Kyle narrowed eyes and pierced the other man with a stare cold enough to freeze the balls off his lousy body. “Careful, you almost sound like a teenage girl with your first-time crush. You kissing his ass on the side, Marco?” something cold and recognizable slithered through Kyle and he felt his hand twitch, fingers curling into a fist hanging at his side. “A less cynical man would see Marinos finding my shipment was just a coincidence.” He saw dread enter the man’s eyes and he took a step back at the same time Kyle advanced. He took pleasure in the fact he towered over the man.

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