Page 45 of Outlaw
“Look, this is all one big misunderstanding—” I start, but as he’s probably talking about me banging his fiancée, I bring my voice down a notch and give him the floor so he can say whatever the fuck he needs to get off his chest.
“I don’t see it that way,” he tells me. “Neither does Rizzo. He’s our mutual friend, you see, and the way he looks at situations like these, well, let’s just say it’s very black and white. The point is you have what’s mine. Your next best move would be to give it back.”
“Hold on a second.”
“It’s simple, Corrigan. I have someplace to be, so bring her back here within twenty-four hours.”
“I don’t do well with ultimatums,” I tell him calmly.
“Well, you’d better start getting used to mine, or next time I’ll take out every last one of you. Don’t think I can’t pull together the resources to have a few pounds of C-4 strapped to a club member, instead of that minor light show outside your place the other night.”
The fucker’s admitting it now.
“You son of a bitch!” I’m mad as fuck now. “You have some fucking nerve, asshole.”
“Here’s a tip for you, Corrigan. Next time, don’t shit where you eat. Bring my fiancée when and where I tell you to, and I won’t retaliate any further. And remember that Satan's Saints isn’t the only gunrunning charter in the area. You aren’t crucial to my operation. No one is irreplaceable. Do you see where I’m going with this, or would you like me to demonstrate?”
“Do you really believe I’m so desperate for business that I’d keep working with you after you attacked us, motherfucker?”
The line goes dead and I fling the burner phone away, watching the pieces shatter against the wall.
I narrow my eyes at Tate as he spreads both palms out over the worn, scarred table. “You know me boss. I’m good either way. Whether you take her back to him or not. But you should know that I’m leaning toward showing up without Sabrina. We can take this Giovanni douchebag out for a half-day trip to the desert with a few shovels.”
Axe isn’t as lighthearted. “Shut the fuck up, Tate. This is serious.” He turns to me. “You can’t be ready to put the club at risk over a good piece of ass.”
“How about you leave that part to me? Actually, I’m kinda surprised you’re not all over this plan to face off with Padrino and Giovanni.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ve been pushing for us to get out of the gunrunning business and go legit for ages. Maybe you’ll get what you want after all.” Standing, I push in my chair at the head of the table. “I need to have a talk with her. Work with Cole to start prepping everyone.”
“Will do. And I’ll call the lockdown.” Axe fiddles with his pocket knife. “Any other protocol you want us to observe while you’re…talking?”
“Yeah, make damn sure my mother stays out of my way. I don’t want to have to deal with her whining right now.”
“I’ve got that covered,” Tate chuckles. “She’s a sucker for my dick.”
My eyebrows raise nearly to my hairline, but I keep my comments to myself. Cindy’s a grown woman. If she wants to have casual hookups with a twisted son of a bitch like Tate, that’s her own damn choice. I just don’t need to know anything about it. Ever.
“Don’t fucking mention that again, or you and I are gonna have a problem.”
“You got it, boss man.”
