Tic, but this is for his ears only. Whatever he decides to share with you is on his head and not mine. I owe my loyalty to him and Sniper, it’s not meant as disrespect to you or the others.”
I look at my Prez and try to urge him with my eyes to not go into another room without one of us there with him. He told me to have his six at all times and I won’t let him go on his own, that would be me not followin’ orders. I am after all his bodyguard, I’m responsible for him when he’s put in my care. I won’t let him down by listenin’ to some punk tell me not to enter a room. Fuck that.
“Joey, I get where you’re comin’ from son, but it would be bad business for me to enter a room alone. If you don’t want my enforcer with us, I will be takin’ my VP in there. And Joey, don’t even think of denyin’ me this information. Your father would hate to have a visit from me where I tell him you’ve been uncooperative.” King says to Joey, makin’ sure to express his feelins through his eyes. He’s not in the mood to be fucked with.
“Fine King, I’ll let you make this call. I just don’t know how much information you wish to share. Sniper’s cool with me. Known you both my entire life, and I don’t fear that one of you’d put me in danger with what I’ve found out. If it gets out any way at all, it won’t just be me losin’ my life. That fucker is crazy enough to make me watch while he tortured every person I love and then play with me as well before he gives me the mercy of death.”
King turns to us, “Wasp, take Kid out and check the perimeter and keep an eye on the bikes. Tic, stay here where you have eyes on both doors.”
Then I watch as my Prez and VP follow Joey into what I am assumin’ is an office. Fuck, I’m not at ease not havin’ one of us go in there and check to make sure our leaders aren’t walkin’ into a trap. I pull my Ruger 9mil which was a present from Kori back when we first started datin’. This is my baby, my go to. The guys give me a hard time about havin’ a pussy gun, but this gun has never left my side and has always takin’ care of me and them. I don’t give a rat’s ass if they think it’s a pussy gun, its saved all of our asses at one time or another.
I stand guard at the post I was given but I still check out my surroundin’s. Comin’ up to the house were currently in, you’d think it’s a complete shithole. Vinyl sidin’ fallin’ apart, paint chippin’ and lord forbid they had to do any mowin’. It looks as if a jungle is tryin’ to grow. You know what they say though, about judgin’ a book by its cover and all that shit. This would be a prime example of that statement. You walk inside and there are pages inside the binder fallin’ to pieces. Beautiful cherry hardwood floors throughout the entire home. Looks as if it was painted just yesterday, that’s how well maintained they’ve been kept. Furniture looks new, like it’s just been delivered from a catalog.
We know Joey’s got an old lady who apparently knows how to make the inside a home worth livin’ in. But none of us have had the privilege of meetin her. He keeps his family in the dark to his world. It sounds good on paper, but that’s what Wasp did with Ashton, and to hear him tell it that was one of the biggest mistakes he’s ever made. If she’d been immersed into the club she may have been safe. It’s a guessin’ game for him—the coulda, woulda, shoulda shit. If you ask me life is full of the guessin’ game. You can only take life one day at a time and make the best decisions for yourself with the information you have to work with.
As I’m doin’ a check again on my surroundin’s I hear a very loud, boisterous voice scream. “You’ve got to be shittin’ me!” I know that voice, it’s the pissed off thunder of my VP. This instantly puts me on edge. What is it exactly Joey’s tellin’ them that’s got my VP growlin’? I want to
I look at my Prez and try to urge him with my eyes to not go into another room without one of us there with him. He told me to have his six at all times and I won’t let him go on his own, that would be me not followin’ orders. I am after all his bodyguard, I’m responsible for him when he’s put in my care. I won’t let him down by listenin’ to some punk tell me not to enter a room. Fuck that.
“Joey, I get where you’re comin’ from son, but it would be bad business for me to enter a room alone. If you don’t want my enforcer with us, I will be takin’ my VP in there. And Joey, don’t even think of denyin’ me this information. Your father would hate to have a visit from me where I tell him you’ve been uncooperative.” King says to Joey, makin’ sure to express his feelins through his eyes. He’s not in the mood to be fucked with.
“Fine King, I’ll let you make this call. I just don’t know how much information you wish to share. Sniper’s cool with me. Known you both my entire life, and I don’t fear that one of you’d put me in danger with what I’ve found out. If it gets out any way at all, it won’t just be me losin’ my life. That fucker is crazy enough to make me watch while he tortured every person I love and then play with me as well before he gives me the mercy of death.”
King turns to us, “Wasp, take Kid out and check the perimeter and keep an eye on the bikes. Tic, stay here where you have eyes on both doors.”
Then I watch as my Prez and VP follow Joey into what I am assumin’ is an office. Fuck, I’m not at ease not havin’ one of us go in there and check to make sure our leaders aren’t walkin’ into a trap. I pull my Ruger 9mil which was a present from Kori back when we first started datin’. This is my baby, my go to. The guys give me a hard time about havin’ a pussy gun, but this gun has never left my side and has always takin’ care of me and them. I don’t give a rat’s ass if they think it’s a pussy gun, its saved all of our asses at one time or another.
I stand guard at the post I was given but I still check out my surroundin’s. Comin’ up to the house were currently in, you’d think it’s a complete shithole. Vinyl sidin’ fallin’ apart, paint chippin’ and lord forbid they had to do any mowin’. It looks as if a jungle is tryin’ to grow. You know what they say though, about judgin’ a book by its cover and all that shit. This would be a prime example of that statement. You walk inside and there are pages inside the binder fallin’ to pieces. Beautiful cherry hardwood floors throughout the entire home. Looks as if it was painted just yesterday, that’s how well maintained they’ve been kept. Furniture looks new, like it’s just been delivered from a catalog.
We know Joey’s got an old lady who apparently knows how to make the inside a home worth livin’ in. But none of us have had the privilege of meetin her. He keeps his family in the dark to his world. It sounds good on paper, but that’s what Wasp did with Ashton, and to hear him tell it that was one of the biggest mistakes he’s ever made. If she’d been immersed into the club she may have been safe. It’s a guessin’ game for him—the coulda, woulda, shoulda shit. If you ask me life is full of the guessin’ game. You can only take life one day at a time and make the best decisions for yourself with the information you have to work with.
As I’m doin’ a check again on my surroundin’s I hear a very loud, boisterous voice scream. “You’ve got to be shittin’ me!” I know that voice, it’s the pissed off thunder of my VP. This instantly puts me on edge. What is it exactly Joey’s tellin’ them that’s got my VP growlin’? I want to
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