Trouble at Brayshaw High - Meagan Brandy Page 0,32
has time to move and Bishop’s head smacks against the window.
Royce grins and sits back, eyeing him. “‘Sup, bitch.”
He gives us a careless look. “What do you need?”
“I need you to sit there, say not a fucking word and watch your mistake unfold,” I start, shifting to look back at him. “You can beg to keep the life we’ve given you after.”
“The fuck you talkin’ about?” he draws out.
“He said sit, Bishop. Not speak. You’re the dog, we’re the masters,” Royce adds with a malicious smirk.
I get us back on the road.
“If we’re leaving, I need to let—”
I cut him off. “Already let everyone know you won’t be back tonight.”
Bass moves his glare out the window.
We called our PI the minute we woke up sober enough to reprocess and regroup after last night’s shit.
He had what we needed in an hour, but Cap had a date with Zoey today, so we waited. It was the better choice anyway. This way we catch them good and fucked up, right before the end of the night when bravery and the sense of invincibility has come and gone.
“You didn’t wanna look like the rat, yet you went to Raven for a reason. Loyalty. That’s what we asked from you when we hired you. You fell short, Bishop.” I meet his eyes in the mirror. “We take a hit, you take a hit. That’s how this works.”
I pull over up the street to let Captain and Royce out and they slide into Captain’s SUV – always better to have a second escape if needed – and head for the edge of town.
He doesn’t say anything but his jaw clenches, a deep crease taking over his forehead.
Like Raven, he comes from nothing and holds only self-pride.
He keeps to himself, stays out of drama, can read people the best we’ve seen – it’s why we let him run our cash flow.
He gets respect because he handles business the way it should be handled, quick and quiet. Clean when he can, merciless when the situation calls for it.
Bishop’s no bitch. He’s a smart and solid motherfucker, we wouldn’t have him on our team if he wasn’t, but he sure as fuck is acting like one where Raven is concerned.
Thing is, the way this world is run, you keep your people tight and your lips tighter.
Your word and anonymity is everything. People won’t follow you if they think you’ll throw them under the bus when the heat’s on your neck.
He should have thought about that before he decided to hold back on us.
He’s hiding something, and that’s cool. At this point, we don’t need his ass to figure out what it is, but better believe he’ll be seen – the rat that led the way.
He can work himself out of that on his own.
We pull up behind a row of parked broken-down Hondas.
I spin in my seat to face him again. “You know who lives here, Bishop?”
“Nope,” he bites out.
I smirk. “Good. Now get the fuck out.”
The three of us step from our vehicles and rush for the door, an alert Bishop a few steps behind us.
We bust through the door and several around the room jump from their seats with slurred shouts.
Me and Cap pause in the center of the room while Royce moves for the sound system, yanking the cords from the wall and slamming it into the TV.
Captain tosses his bat in the air, catching it at the end and pointing it out at the few who attempt to step closer.
They pause once they realize who we are, then Bass steps through the door and his eyes widen as his gaze travels the room, spotting people who run in the outside circle.
“Fuck,” leaves him on a quiet note.
Yeah...fuck me, I fuck you, bitch.
“Benny Rodgers.” I lift my arms out, spinning slowly. “Where the fuck is he?”
When nobody speaks, Royce grabs the closest guy to him, forcing him to his feet.
He jerks the drunk’s head down as he lifts his knee, slamming him in the nose and watching him crash against the floor.
The girls scream, and a few more guys stand.
I look around the room again. “Who is going to tell me where Benny Rodgers is?”
“Upstairs, second door on the right,” a scrawny, younger guy mumbles under his breath.
I step in front of him and he looks up. “Show me.”
The guy swallows but does as I ask, and I follow him up the stairs.
I kick in the door he points to and charge right in.