The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,61

“It’s not in this room. Send it to me and I’ll do it at home, we need to get out of here.”

The line is quiet for another minute and then Coyote laughs manically. “You have a computer at home and a fucking printer? Well, I’ll be damned. I assumed the big old dusty warehouse barely had running water, this is a revelation.”

I giggle quietly. Not at his jokes, because they all seem to be at the Butcher’s expense, but at the fact that no one really seems to know mon Monstre.

No one but le Loup

She saw through the man he is out on the streets, the one who kills without remorse and takes care of business no matter who he’s facing, and she saw the loyal and brutal man inside.

I miss her already.

“Come on, baby girl. We’re done here.”

Chapter Seventeen

Illi

I convince Harbin and Roxas to come to the warehouse in my Mustang because their motorbikes are too loud for the work we have for tonight. The Coyote's work on the cameras has cost me a fucking fortune but it's worth it. We know the schedule the Mecedo cartel have been keeping so tonight's job has been planned down to the fucking minute.

Roxas tells stupid jokes the entire way and Harbin looks ready to throw himself out of the fucking car just to get away from him.

“How are your kids?”

Roxas groans and tips his head back against the basket and Harbin pegs him with a look. “They’re good. Going to school again, it’s been months since their mom sent them. Smart kids. Too fucking smart to be growing up in the club.”

Roxas scoffs. “He’s been making plans to run off with them. He wants to find a quiet, podunk town somewhere and live a white-picket life. Dumbass.”

I glance over at Harbin but his face is set in stone. Fuck. “Getting them out of the Bay isn’t a terrible idea. Where are you looking?”

His jaw clenches and finally he says, “Coldstone. Mississippi.”

That a fucking long way away. I don’t say it but Roxas has no issue poking the damn bear. “Missi-fucking-ssippi. He wants to crawl home on his belly like he couldn’t fucking handle the Bay.”

I peg him with a look in the mirror because I need both of their heads in tonight but apparently this is a fight they’re both fucking peachy about having in front of me.

“It’s about my sons, not about me or the club. I don’t give a fuck if the Boar would love nothing more than seeing the back of me. Coldstone is quieter, better for kids. I have cousins in the MC there and seeing King’s son has made me consider it more. He turned out just fucking fine there without a mom around. Name one kid living under the Boar’s roof that hasn’t got a fucking drug problem or been in lock up by the age of sixteen?”

Roxas shrugs, looking out the window with his special brand of nonchalance. “I grew up in a shitty little podunk town and saw a whole fucking heap of kids overdose. That shit is everywhere, don’t fucking run off and use it as an excuse.”

Harbin’s jaw sets and I make the decision that right now, in my fucking precious car, is not the right time for this argument.

If they break any part of my Mustang in their anger I will gut them both, friendship be fucking damned.

“We gotta keep an eye out in the woods here too, make sure we don’t have the fucking Devil creeping up on our asses.”

It works like a charm, both of them zipping their shit up tight to focus on the real danger in the conversation and Mississippi ain’t it.

“The Devil? As in the true fucking psychopath Morningstar? Why the fuck would he be here? I did not sign up for him, man.” Roxas says, leaning forward in his seat to look out of the windshield like that’ll somehow save him from the underworld's greatest boogeyman.

I shrug like it doesn’t matter when I know for fucking sure it does. “I did some recon up here a while back, saw the bike and thought I had to be fucking dreaming but then, sure as shit, Morningstar walks out of the treeline.

Harbin curses under his breath, a long stream that ends in what sounds like some holy shit I don’t have any use for.

I didn’t know he believed in that shit.

“God ain’t helping you face the Devil, man, even he doesn’t want to go head to