I know what he’s asking him to do and that’s to be our mule. He’s going to have Beto shuttle between the two clubs to see what is going on over there and what their plans are with Bella.
Speaking of Bella… I wonder what she’s doing right now. I wonder how pissed off she is that I’m not there or if she even cares. My dick thickens in my jeans at the thought of Bella’s lush lips pressed into a luscious pout when I turned her down the other day.
“Yes. I’ll do whatever you want. You have to protect me. The Spiders are going to kill me if I don’t get them the coke on the table by the end of the day.”
“I don’t give two shits about The Spiders MC,” I growl. “What I care about is you knowing exactly what you are agreeing to.”
“I know,” he murmurs. “Help!”
I nod my head to Prince. “What do you want to do with him?”
“I want to burn his fuckin’ body and show people what happens when you fuck with The Diablos. What am I going to do with him?” He nods. “He’s going to give me all that coke on the table and get his happy ass healed up so he can do something for us. Call Dragon.”
I pull out my phone to call Dragon for him to come and patch Beto up to take him back to the club. We need to make sure we don’t have anyone watching us when we do our business in here. I already know that kid is watching us.
“Yo,” Dragon answers.
“We need you to bring a cage and your supplies over to Beto’s. We’ve got to clean up.”
“On it. By the way, have you spoke to Bella lately?”
“No, why? I’ve been doing some runs.”
He mumbles under his breath. “We went to check on her earlier and she’s pissed as fuck you took the car.”
I chuckle. “Lock down means lock down. She can’t go to school. She can’t leave the house without a patched brother there.”
“Maybe you should tell her that. I don’t know, man. She’s fucking furious.”
Of course, I knew the little princess would get bored with her new lock down experience. I’m not a complete monster for wanting to keep her locked up in my house to make sure she’s safe. I’m doing it because if The Spiders get their hands on her, they are going to turn that girl out to everyone. She won’t be safe anymore.
Prince looks at the coke on the table then at me. “Bag it and we’re taking it back with us to test it. I want to know exactly what is in that shit before we sell it. The last thing we need is for people to trace back all the OD’d people to us. Fuckin’ pansies.”
Beto groans from knowing how fucked he is. The asshole got greedy and now he’s going to pay for all the bull shit he started. He knows he’s going to die, he just doesn’t know how he’s going to die. That’s something I feed off of. When killing a wannabe gangster, they always act so tough as if they are more than they are. Like our friend, Beto, over here. He got cocky and now I’m not going to tell him when I’m going to end his life. I’m going to let him think he’s safe for the moment.
Then gut him.
“I’m so fucked. I’m gonna die! You guys don’t even know!” He groans on the floor.
I kick him in the gut with my steel toed biker boots. I hear the desired effect I wanted to hear before speaking to him again. “Yeah, you are gonna die. How and when? I don’t know just yet. First, you’re gonna tell us what you did and why you did it.”
Beto’s choking on something but we don’t help him out. D’s in the living room bagging everything up while Prince and I stand around Beto’s sputtering body. He’s back pedaling trying to figure out how to dig himself out of trouble.
Not going to happen.
I stick my boot in his stomach to get him to roll over. “It’s your lucky day. I don’t really wanna kill you today. I’ve got a hot little number waiting for me at home.”
I’m exaggerating but I doubt Bella would be pleased if I came back bloody from shooting this asshole. I wonder if Bella would know it’s like to be a biker’s old lady. If she would know how to keep her mouth shut and to take my dick. A little piece like her would just take my dick any way I gave it to her.
It’s decided.
After I take care of Beto, I’m going home and taking Bella. She’s going to be mine in every sense of the word. I won’t take no for an answer.
“Let’s pack him up and get the fuck outta here!” I yell over Beto screaming about being in pain.
I have a woman to make mine.
Bella
