The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,40

text Harbin and Roxas to tell them to meet me there and I leave my girl with a plate of breakfast and a new canvas to work on.

I can’t look at her current paintings without needing to kill someone. I need their blood on my hands and my chest, spattering over me as I rip their hearts out with my bare hands.

Soon.

My girl kisses me long and sweet when I leave, her tongue dancing against mine and tempting me to just say ‘fuck it’ and spend the whole night with her silky thighs wrapped around me. Fuck, I can’t but I’m addicted to the feel of her, the taste of her on my tongue as she comes and gushes all over me, the vise-like grip of her pussy on my cock as I pump my come deep into her.

I need to get my mind on my night, and out of the pleasures her body gives me.

The night is clear and cool as I drive over to the Dive, the Mustang purring to perfection underneath me. The parking lot is packed, a busy night ahead and even though my jaw clenches at the prospect, I remind myself that more people means more chances for the information I need.

The entire place definitely shows signs of the explosion that took place here thanks to the Demons.

The walls have been fixed with old planks of wood and sheets of rusted metal, making the place look even fucking worse. There's still scorch marks everywhere, on the floor and the bar, but the place is packed anyway, no one in the Bay really gives a fuck about a little bit of bomb fallout.

I shoulder my way through the crowd, ignoring the shouts and jeers once the regulars see me coming. I'm not here to fight tonight, not for the usual reasons. I have shit to get done, a list to check off and hearts to collect for my girl.

Besides, the fighters all lining up by the cage? Fucking pathetic, not even worth the time it would take me to strap my hands.

There are four members of the Twelve here tonight.

The Vulture is one of them.

Fuck, deep breaths. Raging out and gutting the fuck here isn't the best idea. There's got to be at least a hundred people packed into this bar and only about ten of them don't belong to one of the members. Of those ten maybe half of them would consider backing me, only so I owed them for that show of loyalty later.

“We should just stick to our usual bar, this place is a fucking bloodbath waiting to happen,” Harbin says as he claps me on the shoulder.

I shrug and nod at the bartender for a drink. “More people here tonight. I want this shit over with, best way to get information is to be here.”

Roxas roars with laughter as he moves towards us, a jug of beer in his hand that he’s drinking without a glass. I don’t usually see him with beer, something must be up. That or he’s already fucking trashed.

“We could gut the Vulture, right here and now. Get that list of yours started with a fucking bang,” he says, so loud that we get looks from some of the Viper’s men around us.

Like I give a fuck.

“Tonight isn’t the right time. I want the perverted fuck to sweat it out for a while first. I want him fucking shaking at the mention of my name.” It’s true but I also need to make sure the kid doesn’t get caught up in my vengeance and killing the Vulture in such a public way will definitely have her choosing sides.

I have more than just Odie to protect now.

I take the glass of whiskey and turn away from the bar, watching out as the fights start up. As expected, they’re all fucking pathetic. Thugs and poser gangbangers roughing each other up for some quick cash. I need higher stakes than that to catch my interest.

I need a little death to make it worth it.

Once I’ve seen enough of that bullshit I look out over the crowd to get a gauge of who’s here. A whole lot of the Viper’s men but that’s normal. The Ox and the Lynx are here which isn’t all that out of the ordinary. One of the Lynx’s sons likes to think of himself as a big man, a fighter, when really he’s nothing but a dirty rat. The fact he’d sell his own mother out for