them together in front of me, softly but repeatedly.
After that, on a skip-hop launching me that way, I went to go check on my baby.
* * * * *
Joker
No, no, no.
With Carissa’s sweet plea playing in his head, Joker parked at the end of the line of three bikes, swung off his, and moved into the dark alley.
Halfway down, close to a Dumpster, he saw Speck, Boz, and Hop circling two whores.
All eyes were on him.
His eyes were on the whores. “Early night?”
“Heidi needs to talk to you,” Hop said, sounding impatient.
Then again, he would be. His old lady was fucking beautiful. And their new baby was a quarter of Hop’s world, the rest of that made up with his other two kids and his woman.
He did patrol like they all did.
Then he got his ass home.
Tonight wasn’t his night for patrol, though. He was there because he had a way with whores.
But these whores, or one of them, was Joker’s.
Joker looked to the blonde, jerked his head, stopped moving their way, turned, and retraced his steps.
He heard her heels following and gave her his side when he stopped and waited for her to get to him.
When she did, she got close.
“I’m fucked, Joke.”
“Babe, you’re a whore workin’ for Valenzuela. You pulled me from somethin’ I was seriously into doin’ to give that shit to me?”
“I’m pregnant.”
Joker clenched his teeth and looked to his boots.
“Benito is gonna freak,” she hissed.
He looked to her. “You know whose it is, or you get knocked up by a john?”
“No way a client. Protection only. It’s my boyfriend, Brent’s.”
“And Brent says…?” he prompted.
Her face went hard. “Brent says it isn’t his.”
“You sure it is?”
Her face went harder and her eyes turned to stone. “Yes,” she snapped.
“You keepin’ it?” he asked.
“Hardly,” she bit out.
“You’re tellin’ me this because…?”
“Gonna find a buyer.”
He stared.
“Which means I’ll be outta commission,” she stated. “Which means you’re gonna have to find some other stupid bitch to narc on Benito.”
Fuck.
“And don’t even bother askin’ me to stay close anyway,” she went on. “Benito found out I’m knocked up, he’d scrape me off and I’d be lucky he does that before he beats the shit outta me. So I’m takin’ off to avoid the beatin’ the shit outta me part. This’ll be a sweet gig. If I find buyers, heard they pay doctor’s bills. Pay for an apartment. Feed you. Get you clothes. And give you wads of cash.”
Allowing his lip to curl, he did it wondering if he would have been better off if his mother had sold him to some couple who was desperate for a baby.
The answer to that was probably.
“Doin’ you a solid by givin’ you a heads-up,” she told him.
“You couldn’t’ve shared this with Hop?”
“I only talk to you.”
She did. He had no clue why. Except she’d tried it on with him a couple of times, looking to replace Brent, who had zero balls and a meth habit, with a man whose cock she hoped to suck to get her out from under the thumb of a lunatic.
Her problem was, Joker might fuck empty pussy, but he didn’t fuck greedy pussy.
“Got a lock on another girl we can turn?” he asked.
“Maybe, for one large.”
Yep.
Greedy pussy.
“You give a name, she gets us solid info, you’ll get your bonus.”
She nodded.
“Now, you’re here, I’m here, you got anything for me?”
“I think Benito is saving the best for last. He’s still concentrating on the Ruiz patch.”
This, they knew.
Benito Valenzuela was a pathological drug-dealing, porn-producing pimp who saw an opportunity when a couple of major players in Denver shifted out of the felonious into something that increased their life expectancy.
He went with it, claimed turf, did it easy, and got himself a complex that he was unstoppable.
He also got himself a mission.
Take over Denver.
All of it.
Including Chaos, the five-mile area surrounding Ride that Chaos decreed was free of drugs and whores. They decreed it but they also made it so by patrolling—brothers going out every night to keep their patch clean.
They’d been scuffling with Valenzuela for a while. Chaos attention turned to other issues. Valenzuela’s attention turned to other turf. But they’d had skirmishes, including invading a porn set to free Tabby’s junkie best friend who was paying her debt to Valenzuela by making her film debut.
Valenzuela did not take this kindly.
Since then, he’d been dormant where Chaos was concerned, doing his usual, sending dealers and whores into Chaos, causing headaches, but nothing extreme.