Page 42 of Taming the Bear
Without a shadow of a doubt, I know that Big Sir has heard us coming and he’s waiting for us. Before we even pull up to the long driveway of his over extravagant house, I have my hand on my Glock and I’m ready for whatever he’s going to give us.
“Is this it?” Slice asks me while he parks his bike behind mine and Smokey’s.
Of course one of the leading fucking forces of the underground booky industry would own a mansion. Could he be anymore predictable? I swear. These “gangsters” are all the same. Showing off their wealth as if it makes them better than any of us. Gold teeth and velour jumpsuits and all of that stupid shit that just makes them look idiotic.
I shrug my shoulders and point my gun towards the house waiting for Big Sir to come out and ask questions. “Weapons ready, brothers. We go in as one and we come out as one. I want Half Ball out of here within five minutes. We cool?”
Flip and everyone else pull their weapons out and have it aimed at the door just in time for it to open. We peer up at the brick mansion to see Big Sir standing there in one of those stupid fucking jumpsuits.
There’s something about this big ass man who preys on the people that are desperate that makes me want to just kill him. Of course I can’t do that because of the consequences that could take place inside the club. Big Sir has been a driving force for those that need the money. Because of that, he has made several friends outside of his little fucking group.
The Lucifer’s Lair doesn’t have the soldiers to make the fight fair. One of the hardest things about being a president of a 1%’er club, I can’t make hasty decisions. Just because I hate this asshole and want to wipe his organization off the earth, I can’t do shit because of the blowback that we would get.
“Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up to the party!” He teases as he cocks his gun towards me. “Come on up, prez. I have something for you to see!” The way he talks makes me think of an entertainer or something. The overly dramatic words that people like to hear to get all fired up.
I nod towards Flip and Slice to follow me. I leave Smokey and Q Ball outside to handle the rest of the guys and in case someone shows up. I don’t want to be blindsided inside here and then end up getting everyone killed.
I swallow the desire to just fucking kill him as I get up to his porch. Even though I just saw him a few hours ago, I swear to you that he looks as if he just added some fake gold teeth.
“Big Sir,” I greet him and he holds out his hand to me to shake. I avoid his hand and then look inside his house through the open door. I don’t see anyone inside but you never know who is going to pop out from behind a door with an AK.
“Look, Big Don!” He calls out to his little fucking friend from earlier. He’s the one that tried fucking with Chantal. “It’s The Bear and all of his cubs!”
This wouldn’t be the first time that someone told me that or suggested that my brothers were my bearcubs. I suppose it’s supposed to be insulting towards me and how I must be a mama bear or whatever.
“Look, mother fucker,” I growl at him. I’m done with the necessary polite bull shit and I’m ready to get my brother back home. “Where’s my guy?” I demand.
That cocky mother fucker and his dumb gold teeth are smiling at me as if I’ve told him a joke. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you’ve pissed off some other people by killing their guys. Or maybe you’ve pissed off someone else when you broke up their deal.”
I’ve had enough of dealing with the bull shit words that he’s saying and I walk past him. The dumb ass didn’t even block the door enough so that we couldn’t get past him. Believe me when I tell you that he’s big enough to block the door.
“Slice!” I call out to my right hand. He’s quick to stand by my side and waits for me to tell him what I want. “I need you to guard my six.”
“You got it, prez,” he confirms and moves to where I told him to go.
I look to the left of me and nod my head for Flip to fall into line as well. None of us have been in Big Sir’s house before so none of us knew where to begin to look. It’s a museum in here with too much expensive shit.
“What are you looking for, brother?” I hear from behind me.
I spin on my feet and look past Slice at Big Sir and Big Don looking at us as if we’re a comedy act. “Where’s my guy?” I question again.
The smile on both of their faces is enough to make me want to kill them right now. I don’t move my hand off of my gun but I’m tempted to aim it at them. My finger flexes over the trigger of the gun and I want to shoot it so fucking bad.
That was when everything changed. “Did you hear that?” I ask Flip and Slice. I nod my head towards a closed door where I heard someone muttering something and then the clattering of a chair.
Big Don tries to block my path so I can’t go through him but I make a fist and punch him in the stomach making him bend over. It’s the right amount of a diversion so we can get to the door.
What happens next is one of those things that happen in a blur. I don’t know the exact moment that I burst through the wood door but I do know that my brother, one of my guys, is tied up to a chair behind said door. I don’t wait another second before I go running towards him expecting my men to have my back.
Half Ball is sitting in a chair and he’s tied up with a red rope on his arms and legs. His face has been beaten just enough that the torture would have affected him but not enough where he couldn’t hear or talk.
I signal for Slice to go over to our brother and help him out of the chair but when he does, Big Sir comes strolling into the room as if he’s got all the time in the day to be here.
“This is one of those circumstances where you want something that I have but I want something that you have,” he says with a sneer.
I already know what he wants but I’m not willing to let him know that he’s this predictable. “What do you want?” I ask him.
“I want your pipeline,” he says without hesitation.
