they pay, Java. ‘Cause I don’t condone that shit.”
“God. I’m so sorry I pried.”
“It’s fine, baby. You have every right to know. I do wanna see you before I leave, though.”
“Of course. Come by later. You know where to find me.”
“Yeah, ‘cause of Herold’s bitter ass.” I gripe, getting a giggle in return.
I make my exit and head down to my bike. Thankfully, there hasn’t been any signs of snow and it’s safe enough to ride. This is the first time I’ve been on my bike since the accident. Luckily for me, the damage wasn’t too bad and my mechanic was able to repair most of the damage by swapping out some parts.
Zane had sent me a text to meet Boss and Ricochet back at the club. So, that’s what I’ve done. Bull is standin’ outside of his truck with Ricochet, who’s takin’ a smoke break from the looks of it. Meanwhile, Boss is talking to someone on her phone.
I pull into the garage and park my bike, keepin’ it away from the cold and go over to the group. “Didn’t know you were taggin’ along for this trip.” I mutter to Bull, who doesn’t appear to be pleased in the least bit.
“Yeah, didn’t know I was goin’ either. Zane told me to go, so here I am, and fuck if I’m gonna let someone drive my baby again.” He pats the hood of his truck, then looks over to Boss. “You ready to get goin’?”
Her eyes land on me and she nods, quickly getting off the phone. “Let’s roll.”
Boss hops in the passenger side, while Bull obviously drives. Ricochet and I take the back seat. Bull drives out until we reach town, then goes to the north side. Before I know it, we’re in the next town up, Heights. Bull keeps drivin’ until we’re at Elmo Lake. We go around it until we’re in a parking lot that not many others use. However, as we arrive there’s one car there. As a matter of fact, it’s a decked out black Lexus. “There’s no way that’s the General,” I immediately say, not likin’ the way this is headed.
Boss looks back to me, “It’s him. He’d be an idiot not to show up.”
“How the fuck is he affordin’ a Lexus, Boss?” I question. I barely ever saw that fucker in a shitty Camry from the 90s.
Boss doesn’t answer my question, but the second Bull parks Boss exits the vehicle and we all follow her lead. Even though she isn’t our Prez, Zane trusts us to offer support if she needs it. Bull stands back a bit to the left, and I take the right while Ricochet is directly by her side.
The door opens and my heart beats heavily in my chest, waiting for this shit to go sideways. This doesn’t feel right and I find myself nervously lookin’ around the area. Someone could be watchin’ us right now and it wouldn’t even surprise me.
Sure enough the General does waltz out, smirkin’ at Boss like he’s just won the lottery. As his eyes dart over to Ricochet and then Bull and I, things change. He puffs his chest out a bit more. “When did you start employing the Reapers as muscle, Tala?”
Tala? Isn’t that her birth name?
Boss struts up to him, her heels clacking against the pavement and pulls a gun out on him. She points it to his temple, sneering. “You haven’t earned the right to call me by that name. You might’ve been friends with my father, General, but you aren’t him. Honestly, you should know better. The apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree.” I hear the click as she pulls her safety back.
She might be a product of Rage, but she isn’t anything like him. At least, I haven’t seen a resemblance between the two besides their dark hair.
“You wouldn’t dare,” General growls.
“Wanna bet?” Boss questions, laughing.
“Yes.”
“What’re we betting?” Boss asks, “Oh, wait. I have an idea. You get the fuck out of Montana and don’t sell in this territory ever again or I pull the trigger.”
“You wouldn’t dare shoot me. Even your father never harmed me!” General hisses, like it’ll matter. Boss isn’t Rage, and if people think she is that’s the first mistake they’re makin’.
Within an instant Boss shifts the gun to his leg and pulls the trigger. The sound of the bullet exiting the chamber rings out while General falls to the ground, holding his leg. “Now, I’m sure you haven’t learned your lesson here,