Page 15 of A Dangerous Game
Elvis is behind me and he’s grabbing my arm to stop me from peeking out more. “Stay the fuck down, boy! You want to join up with the prez in the hospital?”
Then, just as quickly as it all began, it's over. My ears have a giant echo piercing through them from the constant shooting but I still hear the sliding of a van door being slammed shut and the squealing of tires speeding out of the dirt.
Once I hear the door shut, I duck out of my protection and fire. Each shot is missed because the van speeds off quickly. So what if I wasted a whole clip?
“What the actual fuck?” Spaz shouts out while he comes out from his hiding spot. “Is everyone okay?”
My dad claps me on the shoulder. “You good, man?”
I nod. “I’m good. We gotta find out who’s doin’ this before it’s too late. Before Sin gets here, we gotta know who’s targetin’ us. Nothin’ can happen to her!” I declare to my dad. “Dad, who’s doin’ this? How did they know we were on our way back? They have to have surveillance on us.”
“Looks that way. Looks as if whoever the jack fucks are, they want to blow us off the map!”
Elvis clears his throat. “Hate to break up this father-son moment but someone’s gotta call Thorn.”
Haha. I don’t have to do shit. I’m an enforcer. I enforce the rules and make sure everyone’s doing what they are supposed to. Plus, I get to collect money owed. I like that part.
“Let’s put him on speaker,” Spaz suggests while he pushes pieces of the scrapnal out of the way. “I want to hear how he’s gettin’ along with Sinclair. I have a feeling he’s having a harder time than we are. That girl was always a pistol.”
Just what I needed. Another reminder of how Sin was the perfect ol’ lady. How she knew the rules and didn’t act like some girly girl who didn’t want to get dirty. She especially loved her burnt orange Harley Bishop and Candy got her for her sixteenth birthday. Before everything went to hell.
She loved riding bikes ever since she could sit on one. The girl was destined to be a biker’s ol’ lady but I proved her right. I proved to her we’re all just a bunch of pussy hunters.
“Yo!” Thorn answers the phone in his normal timbre of a voice.
Fuck. That means shit didn’t go well with Sinclair. This is probably a horrible time to menton the ambush but he needs to know. He needs to know that our gate is blown up.
“Look, man, I’ve got some bad fuckin’ news,” my dad states.
“What’s that? Can’t be any worse than seeing my sister at her fuckin’ job. Did you know that they actually stick the camera in to get a better look at her? I can’t fuckin’ believe it. My sister’s like a damn prostitute.”
I know that she’s been with other guys- fuck, she’s a porn star!- but hearing out loud she’s banged other guys doesn’t make my jealousy go away. I miss sliding inside her. Watching her eyes roll to the back of her head when I hit her G-Spot. Or how she’d wink at me as I fucked her mouth.
Yeah, sex with her was amazing. I also miss her fiery side. She had the power to demand attention.
I grunt and try to do my best to not seem affected at the news. I fuckin’ hate her being a porn star. I don’t think any ex wants their exs to be a porn star! God damn it.
“We had a problem back at the compound. Someone fuckin’ bombed us and blew the gate apart.”
Thorn whistles in the back of his throat. “Are the brothers all right?”
“Yeah, man,” I answer. “We’re good. The same mother fuckers shot us up just now.”
“What the fuck you mean?”
Spaz bares his teeth at me to show how he’s pissed. This guy and his damn teeth. “We’re good.”
He growls. “You better tell me what the fuck happened.”
“We came back to the compound to take a look at these gates then a driveby happened. We don’t know much more,” Spaz answers.
I throw my hands up in the air as he stares me down. My bad. I guess I shouldn’t have mentioned that. “We need to up security. How are the tapes? Anyone check those?”
“Roman is doing that,” my dad answers. “Roman’s going to see if he can he it work.”
“How’s it goin’ with Sin?” I chance.
He chuckles. “How do you think?”
