the bottle and tip my head toward an empty seat. “Sit.”
“I’m gonna let y’all discuss that.” Snake chuckles and stands up.
I smirk. “Go fuck your Ol’ Lady. You’ll feel better.”
“I think I will.” He laughs and shuts the door behind him as he leaves Ace and me to talk.
Ace rests his head in the palms of his hands and says, “I talked to Chapel about the move, and she fuckin’ flipped her shit on me.”
I take a long pull from my beer. “Haven wasn’t having it either. I got a plate of food hurled at me.”
He shakes his head. “What are we supposed to do with them?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, Ace. I used to think I was helping her, and now, I realize that it’s done not a goddamn thing except fuckin’ hurt her. The fucked-up part about it is, I think I’ve known for a while I was hurting her by letting her stay in that room all the fuckin’ time, but I didn’t care. I need her to depend on me. I want her to need me. If I don’t have that, what do I fuckin’ have besides this club?”
He sighs heavily. “I know I’ve done Chapel wrong and hurt her, but fuck.”
“I know, Brother. I know.”
“This ain’t healthy for them no more. They can’t live like this, and we can’t fuckin’ allow it any longer no matter how much we want to.” His eyes meet mine. “I think we need Kayla.”
I nod in agreement. “I’ll make the call. I’m heading to house three. I’ll let you know when I hear back.”
Our drug houses are located in various neighborhoods around Wichita. We have to stay ten steps ahead of unfamiliar cops, which means we’re always moving our location and never staying in one spot for long. Granted, there are dirty fuckin’ cops within the city, and they’re on our payroll, but we always have new ones and different departments trying to sniff out our whereabouts to bring us down. So far, they’ve been unsuccessful.
My bike comes to a stop at the security guard’s post. “Hey, Storm,” he greets me.
Pulling my wallet out of the back pocket of my jeans, I hold the hundred dollar bill out for him to take. “Ken,” I acknowledge and tip my head up. We pay him to keep his fuckin’ mouth shut about why we’re here and to keep other neighbors from asking questions.
He takes the money and opens the gate. I ride my rumbling Harley through the gated community until I come to the two-story stone house and pull into the opened garage. This is the type of house most could only dream of living in. It’s occupied by a lawyer and his family—no one knows of the lawyer’s dirty little habit. We use his basement, and in return, we supply his addiction. I check my phone and see that I have a text from Kayla, so I send a quick message to Ace letting him know she’s on board.
I stroll to the door that leads into the house from the garage. “How’s it going?” I ask the prospect who’s currently sitting watch.
“So far, so good,” he replies as I open the door.
Entering the kitchen, I knock on the light-colored granite countertop. “Lawyer Larry,” I draw out his name in a taunting manner. “Where are you?”
“I’m right here, Storm.” He steps around the corner. “Are you here to finish? I’m running low, but my kids and wife will be home in a few days. You know you guys have to be gone by then.”
Narrowing my eyes, I tilt my head a fraction to the side and grin. I step closer, and he stumbles backward, hitting his back on the kitchen island. I pull my blade, and before he registers what’s happening, I have it to his neck. “Are you rushing us, Larry?” My head tilts to the other side. “You worried about your sweet little wife finding out her husband’s a cock suckin’ junkie? Don’t worry, Larry. I’m sure I could fuck her so good for you, she wouldn’t give two fucks. Would you like that, Larry? Hmm, would you like my cock pounding into your wife’s pussy? Would you be more turned on by your wife or me fucking her? Do you think about her when your little prick is inside of her, or do you close your eyes and think about all those men you’ve let fuck your greedy little asshole?” I lean closer to his ear and whisper, “Don’t