Page 33 of Master's Rise
“Fantasy football at the VFW,” the pussy says pretty fucking quick.
What? “Vets are involved?”
Freedom gives me a look. The pussy whines out a no. “We use the hall. Seven on Sunday if they don’t have it booked.”
“Who is the leader?” She adds pressure with her boot when he doesn’t answer right away.
“Jimmy. The women are taking over the businesses. Stealing jobs and stopping us from making money. I didn’t go to the meeting, Mel told me my job. I don’t know anyone else’s. Just the ones he told me.” He’s back to blubbering and Freedom lets his hair go backhanding him so hard he’s on his back blubbering again.
“Jimmy you know. Mel works for Greg. Dave owns the market just outside of town, he’d be the right age group.” She looks away then back. “Now it’s all women with a brain. This is the men in groups I was talking about, the intent changed.Lottie at the café and Harmony at the studio don’t train to defend themselves like Seren. If I deal with this, every fucking woman in town will pay for it. What are you going to do?”
Raid laughs and I give him a look. Turning back, I nod. “You’re right. Raid has a Brother checking the studio. I got the pussy’s wife at the café with a Brother. They were fine when I was there earlier. You need to watch your store and sister until I get these pussies rounded up. Let us handle this.”
Her eyes never leave mine. A few seconds pass and she nods. “Thanks.” It looks like that cost her.
“You and Victory in Krav Maga?”
She nods once. “Yeah. Second level five. Victory three and Seren four.”
Fuck. “You ever need a job, come see me. You want to train with weapons, I’ll get you in a rotation.”
She laughs. “I don’t need a job and I know guns. I need these men to stop running in packs with their antiquated bullshit before my girls are hit any harder.”
I nod. “Good enough. I’ll deal with the pussies.”
She walks away and I turn to Raid. “Tell me the studio is okay.”
He nods. “Second level five?”
“Black belt. Next is master, but not many reach it. Get rid of Jimmy and get me Mel, Dave and Greg.”
“So Seren is brown?” He asks typing on his phone.
“No, blue. First level five is brown. Focus, Brother.”
He nods looking up at me. “I have Security picking up the pussies and getting the rest of the names before you have me do it. They’ll round them all up.”
I smile. “Good job. Get Sharp on hanging the pussies from the buildings they were set to hit.”
“Got it, Boss.” He walks toward the Hardware store and I go see my girl.
~*~*~
Seren
I smile at the big bouquet of flowers sitting on the front counter. Cort is sweet. I never expected all this.
I check the sales and I’m bumming. At noon we should have more business than this. Mondays were slow for us, but not this slow. The Prospect making sandwiches is doing a good job. Freedom helped me get everything in pans and deli sandwich makings separated by paper for today. If time was an issue, this would have helped. Since it’s not, I keep my trainer training him.
Cort comes in and looks pissed. “Everything okay?” I ask hoping more trouble isn’t on the way.
His eyes are boring into a Brother eating an Italian. He looks like he’s enjoying it so I don’t get the eye thing. He pulls his phone. “What time was Milo scheduled?”
The guy eating the Italian jumps up looking nervous. Cort swipes his phone and glares at the guy. “Two hours in and you’re sitting, eating without seeing a fucking thing around you and you’re Security for inside. Call Hade tell him you need to be replaced and trained. Eating isn’t a problem, but doing it instead of your job is. What’s the procedure?”
The guy looks ready to faint. I feel bad for him. “My partner’s my eyes, I’m his. Cover our backs so we cover the package.”
“While you’re eating, who the fuck is covering the package and your partner?” Oh boy, he’s not going to let this guy go easy.
