being on my woman’s head. I’ll take care of me. If someone wants to come knocking at death’s door, I’ll open that motherfucker up nice and wide, but don’t come for my woman.
That will get your ass a straight visit from me. You don’t have to come to my door, I’m going to blow your shit in. This has gone to a new level.
Everything has changed. I stand, unable to sit knowing someone is after everything I put my life on. My woman, my family, my brothers. Not to mention, Mags silly ass is playing with an open can of worms. I could ring Magdalena’s neck. Yet, there’s another can out there that’s waiting to burst.
My nostrils flare and I crack my neck. My fists are balled so tightly I know I’ll break skin. The rage going through me is hot and coiling to a boil.
Clayton gets my attention with his next words. “Whoa, Brick, I’m not done. What is she worth to you? I know that look in your eyes, does Mags still have value to you? She’s going to need to because you may not like what you learn next.” He tilts his head to the side as if studying me more closely. “This third party. They don’t give a fuck about her, but Miguel still does. He wants something.
“Have you ever wondered what she’s really running from? Good pussy will drive you to do some crazy shit, but I get the feeling there’s more here. I did some asking. I couldn’t get much. Everyone’s scared to mention her, but Magdalena was never his woman,” Clayton says as he looks me in my eyes. “No, brother, she has some other value to him. Some value he’s been waiting a long time to collect.”
I nod as I take his words in. “Thanks,” I grumble. Clayton has answered most of my questions.
“And Brick,” he calls as I turn to leave.
“Yeah.” I look back over my shoulder.
“Tell him before he finds out from someone else. The streets are whispering,” Clayton gives me a knowing smile.
I close my eyes and nod. Fuck. I already knew I wasn’t as careful with my relationship with Eva as I should have been, but I thought I would have gotten a chance to talk to King by now. I had no idea I would be out handling club business.
Now that I have what I need, I need to head home. I have some things to iron out and a woman to protect. Someone has written a check on their own life.
I decided to ride my bike here despite the suit. This area can be packed, even on a Monday night. Parking my bike would just be easier. The moment I leave out of the club I feel them.
I act as if everything is fine as I walk to my parking spot. A smile creases my lips as anticipation floods my veins. I have a taste for blood after what I’ve learned from Clayton. I welcome my beast to the forefront.
Cage had a knack for picking everyone for a role that would fit them best. He didn’t just send me to school to become an architect. Cage had me trained to be a soldier. Not just any soldier, a Lost Souls soldier. The Squad general.
You don’t become Squad because you’re willing to fight and kill for the club. No, Squad members are broken. Most of us came to the club that way. Cage found us all before we were completely lost and made us something in between the darkness.
It’s why we’re so damn loyal. We were saved from the broken hell that was meant to be our fate. We’ve known loss, that deep rooted scar your soul shit. So, we have no fear of it.
No, I don’t fear shit. Like I said before. The Lost Souls don’t allow me next to the trouble, I am the fucking trouble.
Don’t let the suit and tie fool you. As a Squad member, you know and understand the importance of getting in and out. We move like ghosts.
We handle business and disappear like a soul lost in the wind. I reach my bike right as the unlucky souls advancing on me close in. I turn and toss a blade into the neck of the one on my right.
His gurgles fill the night air and send a delicious tingle down my spine. I move swiftly to retrieve my blade and sheath it in its hiding place once again. Another rushes me, getting