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“I owe them money. You need to help me. If I can take over your father’s empire, they will need to fear and respect me.”
His rambling is not making sense. Then it clicks.
“Do you owe the familia money for drugs, Lukas?”
“I just needed a little more, a pick me up. I need more time to pay,” he continues.
Jesus fucking Christ, he owes money to the familia for drugs. Perfect, that’s just fucking wonderful. I pace the floor a little while Lukas is still rambling to himself.
“You need to help me. You have money,” he says as he suddenly spins toward me, pointing his gun at me.
“You think pointing your gun at me is going to make me help you?” I say as I reach for mine. He really is an idiot as he never checked me for weapons.
“Yes, I will make you send me all your money. I know you have it.”
The gun he’s holding is shaking in his hand as he continues to point it.
“Lukas, Iwill notgive you money, Iwill notmarry you, and Iwill notkill my father.”
“Why can’t you just do as your fucking told, woman? Your father was an idiot for giving you the skills he has. No woman is fit to do what is needed. You’re all weak and need a man.”
Okay, now he’s really pissing me off.
“The only weak one here is you, Lukas.”
“I am not weak,” he screams, waving the gun at me.
“The drugs, greed, and self-righteousness make you weak and pathetic,” I taunt him.
“Shut up.”
“No woman would ever respect or worship a man as pathetic as you. You’re no man, just a stupid, scared little boy.”
As I’m taunting him, I notice movement near the doorway. I try to make it like I’ve not noticed and see Tank hiding. I realize this is my opportunity to make sure he knows I’m not working with Lukas.
“Lukas, why did you go after the MC?” I ask.
“It was Dog’s idea. He likes them on the young side, and had raised the idea with his club, trying to get them on board, but his Prez had shot it down. He told Dog he was disgusted he’d even thought of the idea. Dog had a main girl, this guy he knew used to let him torture her. Turns out it used to be one of the member’s daughters and ol’ lady. When they rescued her, he wanted revenge.”
I feel the bile rising. I know he has to be talking about Carrie. That poor girl, what she must have gone through at the hands of those monsters.
“Sick, twisted fuck.”
“Hey, I only had a small taste. It was Dog who was a regular,” he replies like it’s nothing.
“Oh, hang on, you had a small taste. Do you mean you raped her too?”
“It wasn’t rape. He said she liked it,” he explains as if it’s normal.
“You sick, twisted, stupid, fuck, of course, it was rape. What woman wants to be tortured like that? Have the drugs fucked with your head so much that you don’t know what is right from wrong? Must have if you thought I would ever work with you voluntarily. The only reason I agreed to one job was to protect Tank and the club. I would never ever work with your sick twisted, disgusting ass.” I can’t help but scream at him.
“I told you, you’ll do as you’re told. If you want to make sure that the club survives and your true identity stays secret, then you’ll do as I say. You ruined all my plans when you saved that MC guy. You ruined everything.”
The gun in his hand is shaking so much, but the vibrating of the watch catches my attention. That means Willow has found the insurance policy. I pull out my phone and read the text.
“Marco, was your insurance policy?” I can’t help but laugh.
“How the fuck do you know that?”
