Page 84 of Justyce
“I get it, anonymity and all, but fuck, my baby doesn’t like all this sand and I don’t like her dirty.”
“Oh fuck off, Acheron. You love all yourbaby’sfilthy,” Raine chimes in, her saccharine voice weaving through the air, sass puncturing every syllable.
Acheron smiles at her and the sinister edge doesn’t go unnoticed. “Don’t go there, little girl. You’re only jealous because you haven’t ridden the Acheron meat train.”
“Enough you two. We have pressing shit to discuss other than you two banging uglies.”
Raine cringed and Acheron chuckled. “You all know my cock isn’t ugly.” With that, he strides through the sand and up the stairs to the club house.
Rodriguez made sure the only people he wanted to locate him would be able to, otherwise you’d be pissing in the wind to find the head of the Charmed Brother’s and his crew.
Old security lights light up the way, forcing me to notice how weathered the exterior on the old house is since the last time I visited. The varnished timber is flaking and falling off the slats that make the walls, the steps look like they’ve seen better days and the curtains are ripped, billowing in the breeze. There doesn’t appear to be any lights on, making it seem as if the place is deserted, but I’m not buying it. Rodriguez is a smart mother fucker.
Turning away from the house, I focus on the long driveway we came down. It’s weathered like everything else on this property, giving it the old yellow brick road look from the Wizard of Oz, along with the twelve foot fences and massive garage that houses their bikes, cars and guns. He’d built it like a damn fortress and for good reason.
I pity any fool who’d be stupid enough to try and break in to Rodriguez garage. They’d be nothing more than chunks of brain matter, blood, and guts by the end of it.
Wariness sinks in and latches inside of me. Usually we meet Rodriguez and his brother’s outside and there are guards standing around. Tonight, there is the sweet sea breeze and waves crashing in the background, nothing more.
My shitkickers hit the steps, causing the ancient wood to wheeze in protest as I make my way to the front door. Raine, Acheron and Arrow fall behind me, waiting for me to knock. It seems I don’t need to though. The door flies open and a smiling Rodriguez stands there to greet us. A devilish smirk fixed on his lips, making his tattoos on his left side dance with humor.
His hands swing wide and I reach behind, ready to palm Azrail, my trusty blade. Rodriguez’s eyes flickers. Something moves through them and I pause,is he high?
“Welcome Tartarus Mafia! Enter my humble abode…” he trails off then adds, “Leave your shoes at the door and follow me.”
I risk a glance behind me to see equal looks of confusion painting their faces. I lift my shoulders in a shrugging motion, turn back to Rodriguez and toe out of my unlaced shitkickers.
We follow him down a sparsely lit hallway toward the back of the clubhouse, our bare feet hitting the jaded timber floorboards. A cool breeze washes over my skin and I shudder. I’ve never been inside The Charmed Brother’s clubhouse so I try to take in my surroundings. It proves futile with the dark setting.
I notice a small amount of light spilling from under a door as we near the end of a hallway but I can’t hear anything. The hairs on the back of my nape stand to attention and I stop to wait for him to open the door.
There’s a piece of me wondering if this is a trap. I don’t believe that to be the case after we came to our arrangement recently.
Rodriguez swings the door wide and my mouth falls open. Stepping through the entryway into what looks like depravity wrapped in debauchery, I breathe in and observe the debasement flooding throughout the room as the music thumps around us. It’s obvious to me this part of the house is soundproof, otherwise I would have heard the music beforehand.
From looking at the front of the house, there is no way anyone would predict this vast space occupying the back end of the property. I assume that’s the reason for the twelve-foot fences.
Someone runs into the back of me and I turn around to see Raine behind me, her eyes pirouetting all over the damn place.
To the left of us there is a bar and lounge setting with a few poles that have naked women swinging round. My eyes linger there longer than intended,hell.
Tearing my attention from the dancers, I turn to my right and witness Carlos and Miguel playing pool with other men wearing the same cut upon their backs. There is something a little different on their patch compared to Rodriguez’s crew. Then it clicks. These must be his brothers from different charters around the country because the states listed underneath are different.
Carlos peers up with the cue in his hand ready to take his shot. His chocolate eyes assess us before he issues a curt nod then makes his break.
Standing in the same spot, I inspect my surroundings, noticing the guards in position around the room. A flitting thought passes through my head and I ponder why he didn’t take our weapons at the door? A show of good faith, perhaps?
Someone pinches me on the ass, snapping me from my wayward ruminations. I turn around abruptly, ready to scold Raine because she hasn’t a habit of doing that shit. Only it’s not Raine, it’s some older, leggy and topless blonde ogling me with drinks on a tray.
“You’re new here,” she shouts over the music. I nod, trying to focus on her eyes and not her massive tits she no doubt paid for.
She offers us all a drink. Her jade eyes flit up and down my body, pausing to inspect the region of my cock.
Rolling my eyes, I clear my throat and take the glass then skull the amber liquid. Think of Kenzi. This is what I’m here for. Turning to where Rodriguez went, I begin walking in that direction before this blonde thinks it’s ok to grab my dick. I don’t get far before I feel her nails digging into my arm. I don’t care how hot she thinks she is no one touches me without my fucking permission.
Peering down at her red painted nails, I crane my neck and glare at her. The leering smile on her face alerts me to the fact she hasn’t received the memo.
“Find me before you leave,” she mouths over the thumping music.
