Page 42 of Eros
“You’ve got more faith in them than I do,” Knox said. “But you might be right. I didn’t pick up anything, which is fucking weird. It was like they were radio silent.”
“See, like I said, this has all the hallmarks of Thorne. He’s got her, and this is a way to keep me out of the picture.”
My fucking head was pounding. I couldn’t even think straight because of how much I worried about Janea. It took at least three fucking cops to get me handcuffed and into the back of their car. I knew I’d have a few resisting charges added to whatever other bullshit they were trying to charge me with.
I didn’t know what the hell to do because he had her, and I couldn’t get to her.
The stench of sweat, cigarettes, and urine saturated the air. The hum of the flickering fluorescent light overhead casts a harsh, bluish hue over the space. Chipped light gray paint and graffiti covered the cinderblock walls, and black scuff marks decorated the tiled green floors.
People sat shoulder to shoulder on a narrow steel bench screwed into the cinderblock wall, while some sat on the floor not saying a word. Others were drunk, muttering curse words at nobody in particular, and trying to sleep sitting up, or were high off their asses barely able to hold their heads up. Hours felt like days, and not knowing what happened to Janea made me anxious.
An anxious Eros was a very dangerous person.
The laughter and heavy footfalls of the guards filled the space when they rounded the corner. Two overweight, balding guards escorted one guy covered in tattoos who stood at least six four, maybe six five. He was built like a damn tank, and I got the eerie feeling he was here for me. I could be overthinking things, but I didn’t think so.
Knox tapped the side of his neck, then motioned to the guy they were escorting who had his hands cuffed in front of him. I zeroed in on the tattoo on the side of his neck and shook my head. Yeah, they were trying to take me out before I even made it in front of the judge. Or at least rough me up to send me a message.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, taking a step back from the bars as the guards made their way closer.
My new cellmate was a member of the 628 Crew. A group of guys who were into dealing, running women, and guns. They weren’t enemies of Savage Order, but not our friends either. They stayed far away from us. I guess they were looking at this as an opening to take over our territory or take me out. No doubt, orders of the good governor. Not going to fucking happen though. Once I got out, this shit would be dealt with.
The guards smiled at me, as they unlocked the cell door, then unhooked the cuffs from around the guy’s wrist. I watched him like a hawk as he walked inside the cell, rubbing his wrists wherethe handcuffs had been. The cell door closed, echoing through the area.
“Make sure y’all behave,” one of the guards said, laughing as he and his partner glared at me.
“Fuck you, motherfucker,” Knox said, causing the guard to glare at him before disappearing around the corner.
I took another step back to make sure my back was against the bars just to make sure I wouldn’t get jumped from behind by someone who was already in here with me.
“Keep your cool,” Knox said from the other cell.
“Don’t worry, I got this. He just a big pussy following orders.”
Knox’s laugh echoed around me as the big motherfucker slid a small knife from beneath the sleeve of his long sleeve shirt. Should have known he had a weapon. Who the fuck wore long sleeves when it was fucking eighty-five degrees?
“I got your pussy, motherfucker,” he growled. “You’re dead.”
I braced myself and jumped back just as the big guy swung. The knife missed my gut by only a few inches. Noise from the others in the holding cell increased. Some screamed, and others started beating on the walls and cell bars. You think the commotion would bring the guards, but that wasn’t happening. This was the plan.
“Jordy and the 628 are going to pay for this,” I said, as I was able to land a punch to his gut.
It did no good to have a weapon if you can’t dodge a punch.
He grunted but recovered quickly.
Jordy Alvarez was the leader of the 628 Crew. He was a small-time crook who had big-time connections—family who were members of one of the big-time cartels across the border. With those kinds of connections, the 628 Crew should be one of the biggest organizations in California, rivaling both Savage Order and the Sinners. However, Jordy worried more about ass than cash, as my old man would say. It was his downfall. But none ofthat mattered to me. I didn’t give a fuck who his family was, he’d pay for this.
He lunged at me again and sliced through my shirt, and I landed a punch to his jaw, then one to his stomach, then side. I wrestled the knife away from him, then tossed it between the bars where no one could reach it. I wasn’t going down for no fucking murder committed inside the damn jailhouse. I’d deal with the 628 later.
The big guy landed a shot to my stomach, causing me to lose my breath, but he wouldn’t get me down. If that happened, he’d kill me. So, we exchanged blow for blow until hurried footsteps roared toward the cell. We were pulled apart, and I was yanked out of the cell.
I looked over my shoulder as I jerked against the guards pushing me away from the cells. “Tell Jordy, I’ll be seeing him.”
The big guy just glared at me until I couldn’t see anyone.
“I hope they paid you enough because when I’m done with you, you’re going to wish he had fucking killed me.”
I laughed as the guards cursed under the breaths. When we reached the room, the guard yanked the door open, then the one standing behind me pushed me inside, causing me to stumble over my feet.
