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Atlanta, Georgia – inked to the Max
Trev
7 months pregnant
The best bitches know when to stuff a cock in their hole.”
“Interesting thought. Dudes in the know understand good pussy feeds the soul.”
“I have no master. I serve no man. Many have served and serviced me with aching knees. I’ve got witnesses who can attest to the truth of that statement. You might be surprised who I’ve had kneel before me.”
“Nothing too much surprises me anymore. I could care less who you’ve been feeding your wrinkled up cock to old timer. I care more about the reason I’ve been ... requested to be here. I have better things to do than stand around and listen to you go on about your sad, little conquests.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. The only reason I’m here ...”
“You want information about the pole rider?”
My fists are balled and flying well before the thought of “I’m going to kill this fucker” is formed. Two blows are landed to his eye and jaw before he can finish his chuckle. Throwing my elbow back, I feel it connect with the nose of one of the guys flanking the doors. Quickly turning, I pull my gun and put one in the kneecap of one of the other guys. All of this is done before I turn then put the heated muzzle of my gun to the center of this man’s forehead.
“Point taken, asshole. Not that it’s going to save your own ass today.”
“Not my concern. As long as I get the information I need I could give two fucks less about my life,” I lean forward, so only he can hear me. “Besides, I trust you less than I trust that asshole I called ‘daddy.’ Know that I go nowhere alone. You could have that fucker’s head bobbing off your dick right now and I would have a gun to both of your heads without any hesitation.”
Tilting my head, I smirk and watch as one of the men I once greatly feared takes in the room around him. I’m sure the smirk on my face prompted his sudden need to take his eyes off me.
The moment he knows the reality of this situation my expression changes. His shift of expression makes mine shift even more. He now knows he’s no longer the one running things. My shit-eating grin solidifies that factor for him.
“I must say it feels damn good not to cower in bone-jarring fear at the mere mention of your name anymore. I realized a while ago, like any other man, you have a tell or someone willing to tell all. It’s amazing how far a broken promise of a better future will get you.”
I enjoy every second of this moment. One guy behind me moves. I both feel and hear it. In the next second, he no longer has a face. I keep my eyes on the prize and enjoy the fear that begins to register in this man’s face. His eyes have some fire still, but it is tinged with a fear I love and recognize. He wants to speak promises of retribution. He could speak the words, but it would be all talk. The big man, the faceless one, was his head honcho. He was the vice president of the White-Knuckle Society and the one who tended to be the enforcer for WKS.
“Now that I have your undivided attention. Why the fuck are you coming after my family? If I don’t like the answer, then I’m going to put this gun in your mouth and make you pull the fucking trigger. The bullet goes in your head otherwise. Either way, you’re getting lead in your face today. No way around it.”
The sound of him stuttering out his response has me smile from ear-to-ear.
Vindicaition!
“I don’t get it. Why go after Zoie if this has something to do with Robbins and retribution for what he lost?”
“I think I may have an answer for that one, T.L. I may have found the connection between Zo ... Ms. Watson and Evan,” Davis responses but says nothing else.
I watch as Deck’s chest puffs out. He wanted to prove that his team was the scourge of the earth and served no purpose as his old man had said. The senator’s face fills a screen
