She starts shaking. “Uh, I don’t want to tell you. Please! I can handle it on my own!”
Capone kisses her cheek and pulls her tighter to his chest. “If you could handle it, why did you miss out on a few nights’ of pay? Baby, you need help. Let us help you.”
“He lives over on the other side of the county line. He goes by the name of Dingo.”
I want to laugh. She got in deep with some asshole named Dingo? Is that a street name or did his mama give it to him? What the fuck! Dingo.
I scoff. “Dingo?” She is buying shit from a guy named Dingo? Are you serious? “What else does he sell?” I ask.
“He sells everything you want. He sells prescription and all that other bull shit. I’m sorry, guys. I’m so fucking sorry!”
I step up in front of her and place my hands on her shoulders. “Gina, next time you need something, you need to talk to me. You got it? If you feel like you can’t talk to me, talk to Capone. This is some serious shit. He beat you really hard.”
Gina’s head bows and her tears start flowing down her face. “I know. I really fucked up.”
Capone holds her closer to him. “We will take care of it and get you on the right track. Don’t do it again. Did he say anything about coming back here?”
She shakes her head. “No, but he did say if I didn’t pay by Friday, he was going to do worse to me.”
“What kind of worse?” I question. I need to know how badly I’m going to fuck him up. I already have plans on destroying his operation. I’m gonna fuck it up so hard core.
The look in her eyes is all I need to see. I know exactly what she means. He’s going to take flesh next.
That rat bastard. If I don’t kill him, I’m gonna rob him blind. I hate assholes like this that think they own everything or able to control everyone. I’m not going to stand for it.
Neither is my club.