Page 43 of Taming the Bear
All four of the Lucifer’s Lair brothers shake their heads to say no to the dumbest thing Big Sir had ever said. Then we start laughing. This only angers them even more but I don’t give a shit. There was no way in hell that any of us would give up our pipeline.
Yeah, we are bad boys and all of that because we peddle drugs, guns and ammo throughout the country. But hey, peddling all of this shit is keeping our heads above water and making sure that we’ve got food on the table. All of us have jobs outside of the club but this is what sets us apart from the others.
Plus, in order to atone for our sins, or whatever you religious people call it, we donate to charity.
“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me, man,” I blurt out.
Big Don stands by his boss and shakes his head at me as if it’s going to deter me from telling them no. The problem with these people is they forget that I know the rules. I know that I’m supposed to bow down and take it up the ass but I’m not going to. This is my pipeline. This is my project and I worked hard on getting it up and running.
“Not only are you delusional, but you have gone completely fucking insane!” Slice says out loud and stares them down.
When I took over the presidency for Lucifer’s Lair, we were in a bad recession. I saw an opportunity to make us more profitable and bring in more guys to make the club an actual club. Something that people keep forgetting is that drugs bring in money and money brings in pussy. A majority of these guys love to ride but it’s the easy pussy that keeps them in the club.
Big Sir is rubbing his hand over the back of his neck and then he curses under his breath. “Fine, if you won’t give it to me, then I want half of what you bring in and you bring in more of a fuckin’ variety. None of that white people shit drugs that you Boy Scouts sell. I’m talking actual drugs.”
“I get that you’re pissed off about your friend-” I begin but he cuts me off and sticks his hand out in my face. I slap it out of my face and this causes him to growl at me. “Look, mother fucker. You want something that we can give you and I want my brother back. Either you fuckin’ listen to what I have to say or this is over right now. You decide.”
Flip takes this opportunity to walk over to Half Ball and begins to remove the see-through sheet over his head. The insides of my stomach begin to churn when I realize how badly he got beaten up. His eyes are swollen shut and half of his mouth is the size of a soft ball.
Honestly, I tried to keep my cool and not kill Big Sir right now. It’s just very fuckin’ hard. I cock my gun and stick it in his face which causes him to draw his too. My guys immediately cock theirs and we are in an old fashioned stand off.
“I’m taking my brother home. If you want to discuss what happened today in private, you know how to reach me. If there’s any retaliation from you or your fuckin’ followers, I will be back and I won’t be nice this time.”
Slice and Flip both pick up Half Ball by his shoulders and carefully wrap their arm under him to carry him out together.
“The Bear,” Big Sir growls at me as he sticks his gun further in my face. “I will let you know when I’m ready to meet with you to discuss everything. You better tell your little girlfriend that I’m waiting for my fucking money.”
As we were leaving, I knew that this shit wasn’t even close to being finished. Whatever Chantal has gotten herself into, I’m now emerged and so is my club.
Chantal
I’m holding my coffee cup in my hands as I decode all of the files from the government. Without a shadow of a doubt, the one brother of Joe’s that is suspicious is Smokey. According to his governmental files, he was in the Army and specialized in bombs.
After I print the reports and then put them on the bed, I stretch out my back. I have been hunched over the computer for the past four hours waiting for Joe to come back. The good news is, I have found out a lot of information regarding Smokey’s betrayal.
I take a second to remember what that slut was talking about in the kitchen about her sister and JJ. I’m wondering if I can find something online that has the information. I type Joe’s name in the search bar and wait for it to pop up with leads.
Nothing.
Fuck. I need more information about this baby and his mom. I refuse to go back out there and try to find the whore to ask her questions about this. The last thing that I want is for her to tell people that I’m getting nosey.
Damn it. I need to focus on something else or I’m going to lose my mind. I’m having full out arguments with myself.
Smokey must be working with someone else. I’m almost positive that he didn’t come up with this plan all by himself and then executed it. Takeovers like this require more than one person to do everything.
I type a few codes into the computer and then I’m instantly searching through Smokey’s computer and files. Damn, this man watches some disgusting porn. I quickly click out of all of his browser history because the porn is making me sick and then click on his emails.
Date: october 20th, 2016
From: Q
To: smokey
Hey man. I got your email and i’m game for when you are. We need to do a practice run because we only got one chance to get this right. You good with that?
Email me.
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