T-Bone - L. Wilder Page 0,67
door. “You’re coming with us.”
When he started to resist, I reared back my fist and slammed it into his stomach, causing him to crouch over and groan. “Motherfucker.”
Ignoring him, I jabbed the barrel of my gun into his side and started pulling him towards the door again. When we reached the SUV, Shadow got out and zip-tied Booker’s hands behind his back. I shoved him in the back seat and got in next to him, and with Riggs driving, we started towards the Genocide’s warehouse. As soon as Booker realized where we were headed, he asked, “What the fuck is going on? What you want, man?”
I was already sick of hearing this dude’s mouth, so I reached over and sucker punched him, knocking the motherfucker out. Shadow glanced over his shoulder to the back seat and snickered. “You do realize that’s my job, right?”
“Just helping a brother out.”
“That you are.”
I leaned forward as I asked Riggs, “Did you message Moose?”
“Yeah, he and the others are on their way now.”
“Good.” I leaned back in my seat. “I’m ready to get this shit done.”
“Won’t be long now.”
Booker was still out cold when we drove around back of the abandoned building next door to his warehouse, making sure the SUV was out of sight. Once we were parked, everyone waited as Riggs used his laptop to disarm the security system at Booker’s warehouse. When he was confident that he’d disabled it, we got out of the truck and headed inside. Booker was still pretty dazed when I pulled him out of the truck, so I tossed him over my shoulder and carried him to the front door. Shadow shook his head and said, “Damn, Bone, you got him good.”
“He had it coming.”
“Yeah, and he’s got a lot more coming his way.”
Riggs picked the lock on the front door, and I carried Booker upstairs to the office. I dropped him down into one of the chairs and Shadow secured his hands and feet, making sure he couldn’t move. I gave him a firm slap on the cheek and said, “Wake up, asshole. It’s time to talk.”
After he blinked a few times, Booker finally came around. As soon as he realized that he couldn’t move, he immediately started tugging against his restraints. No matter how hard he tried, his puny, little ass couldn’t begin to break free. “What the fuck?”
“Welcome back.” Shadow pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Booker, facing him with a menacing glare. “Word on the street is you and your Genocide boys have taken it upon yourselves to go after Satan’s Fury.”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”
“Don’t waste my time lying, Booker. I’m not in a fucking around mood.” Shadow reached into his back pocket and pulled out his knife, using it to trim his cuticles as he spoke, “We did our research. We know about your plan to seek revenge for Lewis’s death.”
“You’re wrong. I got no plans to do nothing.”
Shadow clicked his tongue against his teeth before saying, “Strike one.”
“I’m serious, man. I—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Shadow took the knife and rammed it into his thigh, causing Booker to bellow out in pain. “We know Lewis was your cousin. We know you were pissed that we took him and the Disciples down. We know that you started the Genocide in hopes of taking us down. We also know it was you who shot our president.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With that, Shadow took ahold of the knife and gave it a hard turn, and Booker nearly lost his fucking mind. He reared his head back as he hollered out in anguish, and all I could do was smile. That motherfucker had nearly killed Gus, so whatever Shadow had in store for Booker was much deserved. “Fuck! Just fucking stop.”
“I’ll stop when you start talking.”
When Shadow went to turn the knife again, Booker shouted, “You’re right! You’re right about all of it. It was me. I’m the one who was behind it all, so just kill me and get it over with!”
Shadow yanked the knife from his thigh, then slammed it into the other. With Booker screaming curses, Shadow leaned forward, just inches from his face, and said, “You’re not getting off that easy.”
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
“I want you to make some calls. You’re gonna need to get your members to come here to the warehouse.”
“Why? What da hell ya gonna do?”
“That’s none of your concern,”