“Where?”
“I don’t know where,” I returned. “Where do you have your threesomes?”
“No, babe, where were you when she said this shit to you?”
“Outside the Compound.”
“Standin’ on Chaos?”
His words didn’t entirely make sense but I still got the jist so I replied, “Yep.”
“Standin’ on Chaos, talkin’ to an old lady, she spewed that f**ked up shit at you,” he stated and suddenly, I didn’t know why, but the change in him penetrated my anger and I realized I’d been wrong.
Very wrong.
The dragon might have woken.
But he hadn’t yet breathed fire.
And I was about to learn that when a dragon breathed fire, it wasn’t about noise, heat and flames.
It was about quiet, control and annihilation.
“Yes,” I whispered, staring into his eyes.
He stepped back, his hands moving from me but one went to his back pocket and he pulled out his phone.
Stunned, freaked and now a little more than scared, as the heavy air in the room pressed into my skin, I stood pressed against the wall and watched him hit buttons. I then watched him put it to his ear.
I then watched him speak.
“Dog, find BeeBee. I don’t know where the f**k she is but find her. When you do, tell that bitch her ass doesn’t get near Ride or Chaos. Not again. Not ever. Make that clear in a way she does not mistake it. Then you share that shit wide, brother. BeeBee is gone. She shows her face again, you or any of the brothers, make a statement.” He paused to listen to Dog as I caught my breath at his words. “She got hold of Tyra. Filled her head with shit. Lied about what she gave me. On Chaos. To Tyra’s face.” This was an explanation that led to another pause. “Yeah, brother, on Chaos direct in the face of my old lady.” Again a pause then, “Right. Later.”
He disconnected, shoved the phone back in his pocket and locked eyes with me.
“You will not see Beebee again,” he declared and I sucked in dearly needed breath.
When I accomplished this feat, I asked, “What does ‘make a statement’ mean?”
“It means, that bitch is stupid enough to come back, shit will rain down on her and she will not be stupid again.”
Oh boy.
“What does that mean?” I whispered.
Tack did not whisper. “Whatever it needs to mean to get that message across.”
It was then I realized I was shaking.
But Tack wasn’t done. Far from it.
I knew this when he kept talking.
“Earlier, you pissed me off because you made assumptions and you hung up on me. I don’t like to get hung up on. Don’t do it again.”
I didn’t move except to keep shaking.
Tack didn’t care. He kept speaking.