Page 12 of Unhinged
Arrow strolls into the clubhouse with a goofy-looking grin on his face and his usually sharp eyes glazed over with something I can’t quite place. He needs to get his head on straight because we’ve got shit to do, and I don’t have time for whatever the hell is running through his mind.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I snap, watching as he finally makes his way over to me.
“I was questioning the dealers and ended up meeting Kenny’s replacement, so I reminded him of our rules. Then I stopped at Ruby’s and grabbed some grub.” He plops down on the barstool next to me like it’s just another day in paradise, butthere’s something different about the way he moves, like he’s not fully here.
Aubrey, another club whore, immediately swoops in, handing Arrow a beer. She’s all smiles, probably hoping to earn herself a bit of attention.
“Thanks, G,” he mutters, opening the can and taking a long drink.
“Why you coming in here looking freshly fucked or in love if you were just out doing club business?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. His face splits into a slow grin, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s about to tell me some bullshit story, but instead, he surprises me.
“Remember that beta from Kenny’s?” He sets his beer down and turns to look me dead in the eye, his grin turning into something a bit more mischievous.
“The hot as fuck but annoying one who slept next to a corpse? Yes, I fucking remember her.” I say, rolling my eyes.
My mind races. What the fuck does that bitch have to do with this? Did he find something? We did mention she might have a pimp or escort who killed Kenny, so maybe he confirmed that motive. A lot is riding on figuring out who took Kenny out. We need to know who his dealer was because we don’t tolerate tard on our turf. The Demons and us have an agreement—tar is theirs. If they find out it’s being distributed by someone under our chain of command, we risk a turf war.
I’m not about to let this asshole go off on some tangent.
“She works at Ruby’s. She was a bit stunned when I showed up. Thought I was there to kill her or some shit. I assured her it was a coincidence. I asked her a few questions and told her I didn’t think she had anything to do with the murder. Just wrong place, wrong time.” He smiles as he talks, and if he doesn’t get to whatever the fuck point he is trying to make, I’m going to break his fucking jaw.
“Could we get to the point of this fucking story?” I bark.
“Patience, young alpha.” He pats my cheek. “Followed her out to the parking lot when she was taking out the trash and had a little fun.”
“You fucked the beta bitch!?” I practically shout. Arrow always thinks with his dick, but fuck me, she might be the key to solving not only who was giving Kenny his drugs, but who this killer is. How the hell does he think this is okay? He knows better.
“No. Barely got to touch her cunt before her boss was hollering for her to come back inside. But Acid, man, I think she could be?—”
“She can’t be nothin’. She fucked Kenny and is a person of interest to the club. Your brother is gonna have your ass when he hears this shit.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Arrow’s supposed to be smarter than this, but now he’s tangled himself up with a woman who might be involved in Kenny’s murder. Just as I’m about to give him another piece of my mind, Gears comes from the hallway, followed by Nitro.Speak of the devil and he shall appear.He smacks Nitro on the back with a smile before looking our way.
“You two, my office, now,” he shouts, his voice doesn’t leave room for argument.
Grabbing our beers, we leave our stools and head to his office to see what he wants now. Once we step inside, we take our seats opposite his desk.
“What’s up, Pres?” I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral.
“Nitro found something. He's got a cousin who lives a block behind Kenny's place. Their backyards connect. Well, he called Nitro, and said he got something on his camera we might wanna see.” Gears holds up a USB drive before handing it to me. There’s a gleam in his eye that tells me whatever’s on here is important—something that might finally give us a lead.
“Thanks, fuckhead,” I mutter, smirking as I take the drive. “Good to know you’re useful for something.”
Gears is our President and my best friend. His dad was President until he died and Gears took his place, and his little brother, Arrow, is the VP. We’ve been friends since we were kids, so while I respect Gears as our leader, when we’re alone like this, we’re just best friends.
Quickly plugging the USB into the port on my laptop, I begin clicking like a madman.
“Alright, here’s the night of Kenny’s murder.” Arrow leans in, his eyes glued to the screen, and I can’t help but lean closer too. Gears comes around to stand behind us. His presence is heavy as we all watch the footage.
The video is grainy, but clear enough to make out someone in Kenny’s backyard, obviously picking his lock. The door opens, and the figureheads inside. They’re not very tall, but that doesn’t mean much. Kenny was killed in his bed, probably sound asleep when this person came for him. An hour later, you see one of the prospects checking the perimeter; so this is when we first arrived. The footage shows nothing for a good few minutes until in the far right of the screen, a shadow comes into view. You can see someone come to the side of the house and fuck around in the bushes. They stand up and have something in their hand but I can’t make out what it is. The item is shoved under their clothing and then we get a glimpse of their face when they look around, checking their surroundings.
“What the fuck?” Arrow murmurs, disbelief etched across his face.
“That lying bitch,” I snarl, fury boiling in my gut. She played us all like fools.
“I want to know everything about that woman. I want her in the basement by the end of the day tomorrow, so we canquestion her. She knows way more than she let on last night.” Gears storms from the room, hollering for Nitro and Suave.
“You almost fucked the enemy.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Your brother is going to shit when he finds out now.”
“Fuck off. At least we know where she works,” he snaps back. “Thankfully, I only felt her up a little. Didn’t even get to dip a finger in her cunt. It’s a small consolation, but it’s enough to keep me from losing my shit completely.”
