Page 32 of Master's Rise
Raid laughs walking away. Cort’s eyes light up with his smile. “Baldur gets lost or we’re done.”
“Shit, that worked for me too. When you were walking to the bathroom, I thought drool-worthy bootymeat was good,” I say seriously.
Raid repeats it to Cort’s laughing. “Not a chance that will ever be a name but I like your adjectives.”
I shake my head, “I’m stuck with Captain, Cap for short.”
“I’ll take it if that’s the best you got.”
I laugh. “Give me time, Captain Cort.” I laugh at the look on his face. “I kind of like that one.”
“No, just no.” He walks toward his bike shaking his head at a red-faced and still laughing Raid. “I may keep you just to give you more time. That one isn’t it, little Kram.”
Raid stops laughing quick. Uh oh. With a look to me then Cort he smiles and walks to his bike. Men are so damn weird. I get in my car and drive to who knows what for my first day as a restaurant owner. I hope my mom sees this. She’d be so proud.
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Cort
The glazier is working on the hardware store. We have a Brother that’s happy to jump into the job. He worked at Home Depot as an assistant manager and quit when he heard we were looking for experience. You gotta love the Brothers.
A truck pulls up and I’m smiling. “When did we get new trucks with our colors no less?”
Beacon shrugs. “It was assigned to me this morning. There were five when I pulled in. I got Caron, he didn’t want to see you. Even dialed 911 screaming about kidnapping. I explained who I was and told her I’d transport him to the hospital personally.”
Raid laughs. I hit Beacon’s shoulder. “You are the newest example of why I love my Brothers. You need to stop playing with Security and take your place with Enforcers.” Turning, I pull open the door and step back while the pussy kicks out. When both legs are extended straight, I grab them and pull, walking backward to the broken window. I drop his legs and pull my gun aiming at his head. He’s not quite with me yet so I wait.
“I’d miss all the fun that way, Boss.” Beacon has me shaking my head.
“You’d be doling it out, like to the dicktwat with brick stock.”
When the dicktwat faces me, he starts crying. I shake my head taking a deep breath and stretch my finger out. “You’re going to calm the fuck down and explain why you did this. I want a coherent conversation or I’m shooting your ass. Right now, a Prospect has a wheelbarrow full of bricks breakingyourwindows. If I don’t get answers, he’s been instructed to sit and watch it burn. Your son is at school and wife is at the café just waiting for your decision here. I will give her time and even help to collect what she needs for her and the boy. She thinks you should rot in hell. I’ll leave that up to you. So, am I getting answers or not?”
He nods while mumbling behind the tape. I shake my head.
“That is not coherent. Don’t you teach your boy words? He’s in seventh grade, coherent is one he’d have gotten.” Raid kicks the pussy, disgusted with his lack of understanding.
“Get the tape off him, Beacon.” I wait until he stops with the scream. “Why did you do this?”
He turns to the side and I see the road rash on his arm and elbow from where I dragged him. Good enough. Beacon sits him up. “I had the hardware and pizza, they’re close. Dave has the art store and Mel the dance.”
I look at Raid then back to my dicktwat brick-wielding crybaby. What the fuck? “Why?”
“It’s the job I got. I wasn’t at the meeting, Mel called me.”
This blubbering fool is going to make me pull everything out piecemeal in between his crying fits. I don’t have time for this. “Beacon, get the meeting, Mel and Dave here. If you can get me the Leader, I want him too.” Looking at the Prospect that’s waiting by the door, “Get rope. I want him strung up against the building. Make sure he’s not near the new window. Get Sharp to help you, he’s good at shit like this.”
The Prospect runs in the store pulling his phone. I walk across the street to see how my smartassed little Badass is doing. “Raid, check the dance studio and the art store.”
“I own the art store. What’s going on?” Freedom says walking our way.
I would not have guessed that one. “Is it intact? No broken windows?”
“I just left Victory there. What the fuck are you talking about?” She’s not playing today.
“Matt Caron didn’t show for a meeting, he was given a job to throw a brick through the windows at the hardware and pizzeria. Mel had the dance studio and Dave the art store. I don’t know the names or the meeting and leader. If you do or know Matt, give it to Beacon. He’s trying to get it now, but the pussy’s blubbering on like he’s five.” I watch her stalk across the street and have to follow. This looks like it will be fun.
“You fuck with my girl and sit here crying? I’ll give you something to cry for!” Her boot to the balls has me wincing. Fuck. “What meeting told you to fuck with me or my girls?” Her boot is on his dick and she yanks his hair to get his eyes focused on her. “You fucking cry or blow your snot at me and I’ll render you useless to your poor wife. What meeting?”
