He grabs my hand and kisses my palm, holding it against his chest. His eyes search mine, pleading for me to give him the answers I don’t have. “If your father is behind the notes, that means he’s in contact with the Vegas Kings. Who would he talk to?”
“Dom,” I say, without a second thought.
“Where would Dom be?” he asks.
I lift my head, my eyes bouncing between his. “You think he’s with my father?”
His muscular shoulders lift and he looks up at the ceiling. “He must be, because he’s nowhere else to be found.”
So, they are looking for Dom too. They want answers and he has them, smart. “My father doesn’t do much of anything without Dom, but I shot that asshole twice. My piece of shit father would not want the responsibility of looking after him. I still think he’s in New York and I think Dom is somewhere here, laying low.”
He still doesn’t look at me but speaks toward the ceiling. “Who would be in charge if Dom wasn’t around?”
“Sal, but I killed him,” I say. He finally locks his eyes with mine and regret passes through them. “Thomas, he’d be the one now. He’s an arrogant prick though. If you want to find answers, he won’t be hard to find. He thinks he’s untouchable. Probably walking around holding his dick, loving the power he feels he has. I would never tell you guys what to do, but walking into Club Kingsley, might be a good start.”
He gives me a small grin and reaches over to turn out the light. “Thanks, babe. Get some sleep,” he says, tightening his hold on me.
My last thoughts are of Club Kingsley going up in flames.
11
Zane
Kace and I left my house around seven this morning. I wanted to drive by Dom’s place again and check out any other places I could think of that he would be. When Harper said she doesn’t think he’d be with Kingsley, it just added more to my shoulders. They are ten steps ahead of us and we are truly looking like a bunch of pussies chasing our tails. So, when I told Brooks I thought we all needed to talk, he was less than thrilled. Which I expected, but I don’t give a shit. I need to start getting answers, because I feel like I’m stuck in quicksand that is dragging me under. The need for answers is my only way out.
“We are just waiting on Porter,” Brooks says, lighting a cigarette.
“While we wait, Nora wants to do dinner tomorrow for everyone. Be at our place around seven,” Enzo says.
I look between him and Brooks. No one ever does dinner but Gloria. As soon as I think about it, the realization hits me. Enzo is questioning Brooks’ loyalty, fuck.
No one says anything about it, we just move on. Brooks has his hands clenched on the table, his cigarette burning away in the ashtray. He’s pissed.
“I’ll have Gloria call Nora,” he angrily says.
“Sorry I’m late, I was in the middle of something when you called,” Porter says, rushing in.
“Middle of having your dick buried in some chick?” Riley asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
We all laugh, but Porter winks. “Fuck yeah.” It makes us laugh harder and the tension is finally lifting.
“So, listen, I was talking to Harper last night,” I begin.
“You better not be telling her club business,” Brooks hisses.
My head jerks to him and I pin him with a glare. “Don’t fucking question my loyalty to this club.”
He gives a hollow laugh, shaking his head.
“Anyfuckingway, she said the one in charge when Kingsley and Dom aren’t around is Thomas. So, I think it’s time we make another appearance at Club Kingsley,” I say, smiling.
“You want to just walk into Club Kingsley?” Brooks questions.
I fold my hands on the table and nod. “We can do that or continue going in circles holding our dicks. As much as I love my dick, I’d rather get Thomas and get some goddamn answers. Plus, you liked the idea when it was yours.”
“I agree with, Z. We’ve been at this for days and nothing is happening. We need to start somewhere,” Alex says.
“We won’t be welcome,” Riley points out.
Brooks nods, in agreement. “It’s a stupid idea. We can’t go in guns drawn with all those innocent people walking around.”
“You act like we’ve never done that,” I say, laughing. “What’s different now? When you suggested it, we all ran and did it.”
I know what’s different. He doesn’t want the answers that I do. If we get Thomas to talk, Brooks will have no choice but to come clean with whatever the fuck he’s hiding. I’m done rolling over for him.
“The difference is that Kingsley wants you dead and he won’t hesitate to kill one of us to get to you,” Brooks hisses.
“I’ve put my life on the line more times than I can count for you, for Enzo, for this entire club. That’s what this brotherhood is about, in case you forgot. We will take a bullet for each other,” I say, grabbing the joint being passed around. “You seem to forget what being in this club is all about, uncle.”
He tries to grab me, but Enzo pulls him back. “I’m so fucking tired of this shit!” Enzo yells. He might be shorter than Brooks, but he’s got him beat with strength. He’s breathing heavily, clearly pissed. He runs his hand through his beard that I notice has a few grays now, pinning me with his angry blue eyes. “Zane, stop with the constant jabs at Brooks, he’s the fucking president of this club whether you like it or not.” He turns his hard eyes to Brooks. “Stop trying to block everything that is tossed around at this table. It gets voted on, like every other decision we make.”
I don’t say anything, because I refuse to stop until Brooks breaks down and tells us the truth.
“Fine,” Brooks growls. “Let’s take a vote. We go to Club Kingsley and grab Thomas.”
Enzo is a yes. It continues around the table, Porter, Riley, Alex, Kace, and me, all yesses. I smile as I stare at Brooks. It’s about to go down dear uncle. I hope you’re ready to have all your lies spilled out for us all.
“We’ll head over there in a few hours,” Brooks says with defeat in his voice. That is until his attention is on me. “You cost me one of my men and I’ll personally make you pay.”
“Threaten me all you fucking want. I’m doing what needs to be done. If you don’t like it, maybe you need to consider the reasons why,” I hiss.
“Let’s go get a drink,” Kace says, pulling my arm.
I don’t take my eyes off Brooks until the door closes behind us. “Fuck,” I yell, punching the wall.
“You need to fucking remember your place, brother. I know we have reason to believe Brooks is up to some dirty shit, but until we have proof, he’s still the goddamn president. You’re digging yourself a grave,” Kace says, running his tongue over his lip ring.
“I know my place in this club. I know that I need to do everything to protect it, protect my brothers, and my girl. I’ll do that at whatever cost, even my uncle’s secrets,” I whisper.
“You good, Z?” Riley asks, interrupting my stare down with Kace.
I turn to him and nod. “Yeah I’m good.”
He takes in the situation he walked up on and laughs. “Z, you need to fuck your girl or something. You are wound up tight.”
I know he says it jokingly, but it causes pain in my chest. Harper and I still haven’t had sex since everything happened. I’m terrified to cause her any pain and she doesn’t seem to be missing it. She hasn’t given me even the slightest hint that she is craving my touch, my mouth, my cock. I’ve jerked off so many times in the shower, my dick is beginning to think it’s in a relationship with my hand. I have no idea when she’ll be ready and I’m not going to push her. But, the longer it gets, the harder it gets. Literally. Being able to fuck my anger out would help a lot and I think that is part of my problem. It’s building up, ready to burst. Normally, sex would give me a temporary relief. Now, it’s all just increasing causing more tension. Just the thought of being inside Harper has my dick pressing against my zipper.
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I hear Kace and Riley chuckle behind me and I flip them off. Those assholes can just grab any Souls chick and fuck out their frustration. It definitely shouldn’t be anything I’m jealous of, yet I am. I have the woman I love more than anything in the world and I feel like l can’t even touch her. It’s becoming too much to handle.
“Remember when Z got us free pizza for a year,” Alex says, laughing.
It’s been a few hours since we walked out of that room, and we’ve just been chilling. Everyone is having a good time, me included. We’ve been laughing, joking, and drinking. Alex just walked in with pizza and I’m thankful for something else in my stomach. The alcohol needs to be soaked up if we are going to Club Kingsley.
“Yeah, he only had to fuck Cherry,” Riley shouts, laughing.
I laugh and grab a slice. “Terry, you fucking idiot. She was horrible in bed but made some great pizza.”
“Who cares what her name was, someone else needs to go fuck her so we get free pizza again,” Porter says.
We all laugh and Kace throws him a napkin. “Why someone else, you go fuck her Porter.”
“Nah, she’s not my type,” he says, biting into his pizza.
“Pizza isn’t your type?” Alex asks.
“Fuck off, Kace can fuck her, unless he’s too busy not fucking Ivy,” Porter says.
Shit. I go to grab Kace, but I’m not fast enough. His fist connects with Porter’s jaw, causing him to groan in pain. I pull Kace back and Riley stands in front of Porter.
I can feel Kace shaking with anger, so I push him back. “Hey,” I yell, getting him to focus on me. He glances at me and I nod. “You don’t need to tell anyone about your business. Let it go, brother.”
“Look who’s giving me advice on letting shit go,” he growls, pushing me out of the way.
I watch him push out the door and walk back over to the guys. “I know you were joking, Porter, but don’t do that shit. He’s confused enough when it comes to her.”
Honestly, Porter is right. Kace spends all his time in Ivy’s presence, but I haven’t seen them share more than a few words.
“Let’s all just fucking calm down. We have business to handle and it’s not gonna go good if you guys are arguing,” Enzo says.
He’s right. We need to go in there with clear heads because I’m not fucking leaving without Thomas.
“We’re good, I was just fucking around. Give Kace a minute, he’ll realize it,” Porter says.
“Are we all ready to go?” Brooks asks, smashing out his smoke.
I look around and nod. “Yeah.”
We all go outside, and I stop in front of Kace. “You good, brother?”
“Yeah, let’s do this,” he says, slapping my shoulder.
We all get on our bikes and for the first time in a long time I feel like shit might be going in my favor. If Harper is right and Thomas is right there for us to grab, I might actually get some answers. It’s not a perfect plan, but it’s the only one we’ve got. Kingsley might not be around, but I know he’s watching us. Coming out of the shadows won’t be what he’s expecting. Which doesn’t happen often with him. Even from New York, if that’s really where he is, he’s calling the shots. He’s also proved to me that he might be powerful, but he’s a pussy. I never would’ve thought he would take off and hide. He knows he’s going to die, just like I expected to when I showed up the night Harper was shot. I didn’t hide though; I went in knowing I might not come out. I faced it like a fucking man, not a coward.
We pull up to Club Kingsley and park right in front of the doors. It briefly reminds me of the night I saw Harper again. I never thought it would lead us to this point, but here we are. Ready to do what is necessary to win this war.
“Everyone be safe. Zane, you grab Thomas. Alex is pulling the van up now; he’ll take him to the new Souls location. We’ll talk to him there,” Enzo says.
I look at Brooks, disappointed in the silence he continues to have. His secrets must be deep.
“Let’s go,” Riley yells.
We rush through the door, causing almost everyone to look our way.
“Where the fuck is Thomas?” I call out.
The girls on stage are screaming and the customers are running for shelter. I notice Marco over by the bar, and it takes me a few short strides to reach him. I grab him by the shirt and slam him against the wall. “Where is he?”
I see the fear in his eyes as I follow them over to the other side of the room. Pussy, he gave him right up. Enzo and Kace notice, too, and rush over there. I drop Marco and run over. Thomas is leaning against the wall smiling.
“This is an unexpected visit,” he says.
“Just how we wanted it,” I replied. “We can do this the easy way if you just answer my questions. Where are Dom and Kingsley?”
He laughs and reaches for his gun. I slam him against the wall and Enzo grabs his gun. I get right in his face, my breath fanning across his, as my forearm presses on his throat. “Wrong answer dickhead.”
I punch him once across the face and pull my knee up, connecting with his ribs. He tries to fight back, but we are all surrounding him now. “Fuck, I have no idea,” he cries out.
“Not good enough, lets go,” I say, pulling his arm.
“Fuck you. I’m not going with you,” he spits out.
This time we all laugh. Kace and I grab him and drag him out the front door. Alex opens the back door of the van and jumps in. He grabs the duct tape, tapping Thomas’ hands behind his back, his ankles, and puts a piece on his mouth. We lift him in and wrap the seatbelt around him.
“You good?” I ask Alex, as we slam the door closed.
He looks in the window and smiles. “Oh yeah.”
I check behind us to make sure none of the Vegas Kings are causing problems. Riley and Porter have their guns drawn, but they are almost to us.
“Let’s fucking go,” Brooks yells.
We all jump on our bikes and peel out of there. I hear a faint gunshot and double check to make sure everyone is whole. A smile spreads across my face as we travel further from Club Kingsley. It’s not Dom or Kingsley, but it’s a fucking start, finally.
It takes about a half hour to get to the warehouse that will be Souls Two. Alex parks the van and we all pull in next to it. I light a cigarette as I climb off my bike, making my way toward Alex.
“Everything good?” I ask.
“Yep. He’s shit company though. Didn’t say a word the entire,” he says, laughing.
Enzo yanks open the door and I’ll give it to Thomas, he doesn’t show any fear. If he’s scared, the angry look in his eyes is hiding it well. “Get him inside,” Enzo demands.
Riley and Alex grab him, while the rest of us head inside. I look around, thinking about all the work it’s going to take to get this place up and running. It’s dark, cold, and dirty. There’s old metal all over, no electricity, the ceiling has ducts hanging out of it, and the few windows up by the ceiling are broken. It’s a huge place though and if you look past all the garbage and mess, you can see the potential. It’s in an up and coming area, so I think the business will do very well. It may even do better than the original. The money we’ll need to put out to get it going, will be well worth it.
“Grab a chair,” Kace says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Porter grabs a rusty chair out of a pile of metal and sits it in the middle of the room. Brooks pushes Thomas onto the chair, while Enzo and Kace use duct tape to assure he doesn’t move. He’s struggling, but there isn’t much he can do with his hands and legs already tapped together. Once he’s secure, Enzo roughly rips the tape off his mouth.
“Fuck,” Thomas yells.
I push everyone out of the way, grabbing my gun.
“Z, woah, fucking chill,” Kace yells.
“Zane, what the fuck,” Brooks shouts.
“For Christ sake,” Enzo mumbles.
I ignore them all and push the Glock against his temple. “We’re gonna ask you some questions, Thomas.
If you want to live, you’ll answer them all,” I growl.
“Fuck you,” he whispers.
I cock the gun and laugh. “I’m not fucking playing with you.”
“Where is Kingsley?” Brooks asks.
Thomas looks toward Brooks. “I have no idea. I wasn’t privy to that information.”
“I don’t fucking believe you,” I hiss.
“Where’s Dom?” Ezno asks.
“I don’t know,” Thomas yells.
I look back at Brooks and Enzo, lifting an eyebrow. Enzo gives me a slight nod. Before Thomas even knows it coming, I shoot him in the toe.
He screams and jerks back, but he can’t move. “What the fuck?”
“We’re not playing games here, Thomas. I already told you, if you want to live, you’ll answer our questions.” I grab his neck and force him to look at me. “I’ll put a bullet in every part of your body when I think you’re lying. It will be a slow, very painful death. So, choose wisely how you want this to go.”
I can see the pain in his face, but when he speaks his voice is strong. “I truly don’t know where Kingsley is. He left the club after he shot Harper and I haven’t seen him since. He went to the hospital to pick up Dom, but he never came back to the club. I tried calling him, but his number was disconnected. He doesn’t want to be found.”
Kingsley is a coward. I never would have expected this from him. He’s done a lot of bad shit and never once ran. Something isn’t adding up here. But reluctantly I do believe Thomas.
“What about Dom? Where is he?” Brooks asks, tossing his cigarette.
“He went to his girl’s house to recover. I’m not sure if he’s still there. He hasn’t been to the club,” he says.
I glance back at Brooks and Enzo. Brooks holds a hand up, instructing me to wait. “Why did Kingsley have the Vegas Kings break into our innocent’s houses and attack them?”
“I don’t know,” he whispers.
This time Brooks nods, and I pull the trigger, hitting Thomas’ other foot. His voice echoes around us in the empty warehouse as he yells in pain. His brown eyes plead with me to stop but fuck him. I warned him twice.
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