“Fuck, I better make sure none of you fuckers die any time soon.” He huffs.
Loud snores come from the back seat. “Fuck, how does Belle even sleep?” I laugh.
“Both are exhausted with the twins,” Scar adds from the back seat. “I think I heard them wake up like three times last night.”
“They that loud that you heard them?” I ask, looking in my rearview mirror.
“Nah, I can’t sleep,” Scar admits. “Waiting for this damn call from the adoption agency is driving me insane.
“I bet it is, brother. Keep calm, and I’m sure they will call soon,” I assure him. A horn beeps as Cash drives alongside us, and as we look, we find Hawk pressing his ass cheeks against the window. We all laugh. “Fucking joker,” I mutter.
We drive for two hours until we eventually find a Christmas tree farm. I pull in, followed by Cash and the other brothers in the other truck.
We jump out and walk over to the guy standing there. “We ain’t got much left, if it’s a tree you’re after,” he states with a cigar hanging out of his mouth.
“Of course we want a fucking tree. Why else would we be here?” Cash quips. The guy glares at him before I step in front of the guy.
“We need a tree, and we need one now. What have you got?” I ask bluntly.
“It will cost ya,” he taunts me with a smirk on his fat face.
I inhale a deep breath. “Show me it,” I demand.
He turns and walks over to the most pathetic tree that looks near dead. “I ain’t paying for that shit.”
“It’s all we got.” He shrugs, still looking fucking amused.
“What about that one?” Rage asks, pointing to the huge tree that is already decorated.
The guy doesn’t even turn around. “It’s a display one.”
“I want that tree and the decorations that are on it,” I state firmly as I pull out some cash. I count out five hundred and stuff it in his shirt pocket. “There’s five hundred for the tree and decorations. You don’t even need to lift a finger. My brothers here will take care of it,” I state, nodding to the guys as they walk over to the tree.
The sound of loud clicking catches all our attention, and we freeze before turning back around to the fat guy, who is now holding a gun and aiming it right at me.
“I said that tree ain’t for sale. Now you fuck off before I shoot you.”
I grin before letting out a slow sadistic chuckle. “Look, I appreciate it’s Christmas Eve, but we are here to get a tree for our kids. I have paid you more than enough. You ain’t selling that tree now. It would have just stayed there and died. We are doing you a favour by taking it away,” I state, feeling my brothers at my back, all staring at the guy.
He shrugs, smiling, still aiming his gun at me. “Well, your kids ain’t my fucking problem. You can pay me five grand for that tree, or you can fuck off.”
“Five grand? You want five grand? What if I refuse and take it anyway?” I ask, taking a step closer to him.
“Then I will shoot your asses for attempted theft.” He smirks like the mother fucker is in charge of this situation.
“Bernard, your lunch is getting cold,” a woman with a soft voice calls.
I look over to see a frail-looking woman with a cut lip and a black eye. I cock my head back to the guy. “You do that?” I growl.
“Bernard?” The woman’s voice shakes with fear as she reads the tension and sees her husband pointing a gun at me.
“God damn it, woman. Get your ass inside,” he bellows, causing her to flinch.
“Ma’am, let’s go inside, and you can make me a nice cup of tea,” Acid says softly, guiding the woman back inside the static home. She reluctantly does as Acid orders.
I roll my neck and sigh. “So, Bernard, I already didn’t like your greedy ass for trying to rip me off, even when what I offered you was more than fair, but after seeing your poor wife, I now despise you. We despise anyone that raises a hand to a woman. Men like you are vermin, parasites that need to be exterminated,” I seethe, clenching my fists tight at my side.
Rage has moved to come behind Bernard, who is completely unaware. I watch as Rage pulls out his huge blade and holds it up against his neck. Bernard freezes, his eyes widening with fear as he feels the cold metal blade pressed up against his neck.
