we need to fuckin’ talk about out in public. In the house, now,” he ordered, and when that happened, people knew to follow. Maxwell turned and led us up the concrete path to his house. Stoke, Pick and Killer stayed out front, while Blue, Talon and I entered. The stench of pot, mildew and pussy filled our noses.
“Damn, Maxwell, clean up the fuckin’ place; it stinks in here,” Blue said with his upper lip raised in a grimace.
Max laughed. “Yeah. Just been a busy time for me, brothers. Busy time. Got new whores I been testin' out; they’re in some of the rooms. I’d be happy if you guys wanted to have a go at them.”
I looked at my brothers, his no longer since he left the club, and saw they both held the look of disgust I knew I had.
Blue whispered something to Talon, who nodded in return, and then I watched Blue walk to the front door. In the next second, Pick was in the house and heading down the corridor to the left. He was paying the whores a visit with, no doubt, a little warning.
Talon walked over to the kitchen table, and in one sweep of his arms, everything on it fell to the floor in a loud clatter. He leaned his arse against it and said with a chin lift, “Max, come and have a seat. Griz has some questions, but I have something to say first.” Talon waited until Maxwell was seated in the seat closest to him. He waited until Maxwell looked up at him, and then he took a breath, glared and said, “You no longer have the right to call us brothers. You left the club to deal with your whores and, I guess, run your fuckin’ life down the shit hole, but that was your choice. So you live by it.”
“All right, sure. Okay, bro—sir...um, Talon.”
We all laughed at how pathetic he was.
Pick cleared his throat behind all of us. We turned, he gave a chin lift and then he left the house. It was the all-clear for us to do what we had to, meaning—the whores were too high to know what was going on.
I walked over to the table and stood just in front of Maxwell.
“Tell me, Max; why in the fuck would you have a party at my ex’s while my daughter was in the same damned house?” I bellowed in his face.
“Look, man, I-I...shit! She...she needed some extra money. So, you know, I paid her for the night to fuck some customers, and then before we left...I had a go with her.”
“ You pimped her out while my child was there? ” I roared. Someone grabbed me from behind, because they knew I was ready to jump this fucker and rip his worthless head off.
“Why’d she need money, Max? Griz was giving her enough to help with the cost of their kid,” Talon asked.
“Um, shit. Ah...your woman—”
“She ain’t my woman, but she was still the fuckin’ mother of my child, so talk, dickface,” I growled. Blue let go of me and stepped back. He took out his phone, flipped it open and hit record. It was the same process we took every time we questioned anyone for anything.
“All right, okay. You see, she—ah, she got to like...a bit of crack.”
I grabbed him by his dirty white tee and pulled him up so our faces were only inches apart and his feet dangled off the ground.
“You meanin’ to tell me you sold crack to my ex?”
“Fuck no, man. I don’t deal with that shit—I promise, but...my new partner does.”
I threw him back into his chair and turned my back on him. “Tell me who.”
“I can’t, Griz. I can’t; he’ll kill me. He’s one mean motherfucker.”
Blue snorted. “And we won’t kill you if you don’t tell us?”
“Hell, please don’t do this.”
“Enough,” Talon growled. “Max, they’re selling crack in our territory. They will be dealt with, so just give us his name,” Talon barked.
“Whatever you do, he’ll want payback.”
“We’ll see,” Blue said.
“Shit. All right, but it didn’t come from me. Can you promise me that?”
“Sure, Max. Sure.” Talon smirked.
Fuckin' dipshit. Did he not see Blue recording this?
“His name’s Ryan Little, and he
“Damn, Maxwell, clean up the fuckin’ place; it stinks in here,” Blue said with his upper lip raised in a grimace.
Max laughed. “Yeah. Just been a busy time for me, brothers. Busy time. Got new whores I been testin' out; they’re in some of the rooms. I’d be happy if you guys wanted to have a go at them.”
I looked at my brothers, his no longer since he left the club, and saw they both held the look of disgust I knew I had.
Blue whispered something to Talon, who nodded in return, and then I watched Blue walk to the front door. In the next second, Pick was in the house and heading down the corridor to the left. He was paying the whores a visit with, no doubt, a little warning.
Talon walked over to the kitchen table, and in one sweep of his arms, everything on it fell to the floor in a loud clatter. He leaned his arse against it and said with a chin lift, “Max, come and have a seat. Griz has some questions, but I have something to say first.” Talon waited until Maxwell was seated in the seat closest to him. He waited until Maxwell looked up at him, and then he took a breath, glared and said, “You no longer have the right to call us brothers. You left the club to deal with your whores and, I guess, run your fuckin’ life down the shit hole, but that was your choice. So you live by it.”
“All right, sure. Okay, bro—sir...um, Talon.”
We all laughed at how pathetic he was.
Pick cleared his throat behind all of us. We turned, he gave a chin lift and then he left the house. It was the all-clear for us to do what we had to, meaning—the whores were too high to know what was going on.
I walked over to the table and stood just in front of Maxwell.
“Tell me, Max; why in the fuck would you have a party at my ex’s while my daughter was in the same damned house?” I bellowed in his face.
“Look, man, I-I...shit! She...she needed some extra money. So, you know, I paid her for the night to fuck some customers, and then before we left...I had a go with her.”
“ You pimped her out while my child was there? ” I roared. Someone grabbed me from behind, because they knew I was ready to jump this fucker and rip his worthless head off.
“Why’d she need money, Max? Griz was giving her enough to help with the cost of their kid,” Talon asked.
“Um, shit. Ah...your woman—”
“She ain’t my woman, but she was still the fuckin’ mother of my child, so talk, dickface,” I growled. Blue let go of me and stepped back. He took out his phone, flipped it open and hit record. It was the same process we took every time we questioned anyone for anything.
“All right, okay. You see, she—ah, she got to like...a bit of crack.”
I grabbed him by his dirty white tee and pulled him up so our faces were only inches apart and his feet dangled off the ground.
“You meanin’ to tell me you sold crack to my ex?”
“Fuck no, man. I don’t deal with that shit—I promise, but...my new partner does.”
I threw him back into his chair and turned my back on him. “Tell me who.”
“I can’t, Griz. I can’t; he’ll kill me. He’s one mean motherfucker.”
Blue snorted. “And we won’t kill you if you don’t tell us?”
“Hell, please don’t do this.”
“Enough,” Talon growled. “Max, they’re selling crack in our territory. They will be dealt with, so just give us his name,” Talon barked.
“Whatever you do, he’ll want payback.”
“We’ll see,” Blue said.
“Shit. All right, but it didn’t come from me. Can you promise me that?”
“Sure, Max. Sure.” Talon smirked.
Fuckin' dipshit. Did he not see Blue recording this?
“His name’s Ryan Little, and he
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