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“Want me to kick your ass for runnin’ your damn mouth?”
“Touchy,” he jokes and leads us over to the house.
Within the first knock sequence, a younger looking man opens the door with a snarl on his lips. “Who the fuck’re you?”
“You Dingo?” I ask without trying to laugh. Seriously, out of all the names he could have chosen for himself, he had to pick that one? The man is stupid as shit.
“Yeah. Who’s askin’?” He counters back bravely.
“The Devil’s Disciples. Stay away from our club, our properties and our girls. Do I make myself clear? You fuck with my girls again, I’m gonna come take your operation over and you’ll be fucked,” I inform him.
My brothers are flanking me ready to provide backup if needed. I’m not worried about this little punk bitch at all. They should be more worried about the fact that I could kill him right here.
“Are you talkin’ about that dumb whore who owes me money?” He retorts.
It seems he is a slow learner. I punch him in the stomach as hard as I can. He barrels over and groans. “Why the fuck would you think testing me right now is the thing to do?”
He shakes his head.
Gear holds out the money for the punk asshole. “Now she doesn’t owe you money. You come near her or the club again, we’ll be back.” He drops the money in front of him with a flare. The twenties float around in a dance.
I want to lean over and grab the bills back. I’m pissed at Dingo for running his mouth and that would teach him some manners.
“I don’t want to come back,” I threaten.
I spin on my heels waiting for my brothers back at my bike. I’ll let them each get a punch in and we can go about our night.
I pull my phone out and send a text to Maucho, our technological brother. He can hack anything and he can find anything you need. Just so happens, I need something right now.
ME: yo, I need a favor
MAUCHO: whatcha want prez? You know I got you
ME: I need all the info you can get on a Maci Tyler
MAUCHO: on it. Might take me a couple days.
ME: that’s cool. Just get it for me.
MAUCHO: sure thing
