“The fucking Mexicans have gone all rough on our asses with the guns. Threatening more for free and if we don't double the order and give a pound of coke they are coming for the club. For the girls.” Ace informs my father whose knuckles even in the dark are white with pressure.
“Really,” is all he says.
“Really,” I snap back.
“You know they are serious, how?” he says to Ace raising an eyebrow.
“This is how.” Ace slides his phone open showing my father the pictures he has from the girls today inside these very clubs’ walls. Walking and talking moving around where they are meant to be safe.
“Oh, and this.” He flicks to the images of his home and my parent’s home.
“You think that’s bad, well look at this.” He then slides two images forward and shows my father the image of the strip club we own which they shot up and killed one of the girls.
“How the fuck am I just finding out about this?” my father roars, sending the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.
“I had just found out when my fucking phone rang, Spade. I couldn’t see you when I scanned the room and had to get where it was quiet. This was the best place. Viper seen me as I was having a one-way argument with them and took over and now, you’re here,” Ace roars back at my father. I light a cigarette, memories of Senna smoking while straddling my lap mere hours ago flick over inside my mind. Taking all of my attention momentarily. I snap back out of my head as my father calls my name.
“Hey, boy! Luca, where are you?” he bites out.
“Fuck, I um shit, I’m... what did you say?” I question him. This is something I never do, but I just don't even know what he said while I was daydreaming.
“Where are you, boy?” he asks me, anger in his eyes and as I look to Ace the same is in his.
“Fuck, I’m just wasted from the run and now this,” I say trailing off.
“We’re talking about the run,” Ace booms.
“Where have you been? The others rode back in hours ago.” He cocks his head at me.
“I had to clear my head and just chill. I couldn't come back here to a full-blown party and fill you in knowing we were in lockdown and I had to figure out why I had that bad feeling about the gun deal.” It’s half the truth and it's all they are getting.
“Well they are watching us, and we need to find out how the fuck they are getting in,” Ace barked. As he began pacing my father lit another smoke.
“You know we can’t move the girls out until we know how, where and even who their eyes are,” I said to them, both agitated and annoyed. I looked towards the club gates, scanning the area, looking up at all our cameras and the prospect that's meant to be on watch and isn't even at his post.
“Look! Where the fuck is the prospect that’s meant to be on watch? Whose shift is it? My G…” I stop before the words slip from my mouth. I feel my body go rigid and the prickle of angry heat flicker over me. I just about fucking said my girl in front of my father and prez.
Mentally slapping myself, I storm past them stalking into the club and whistled loud through my fingers. Slamming my open palm on the wall of the clubhouse all eyes drop to mine as the noise breaks into silence. I am the fucking enforcer and I am about to enforce some pain on the bastard who isn’t at his post.
“Cut the fucking music,” I scream as my dad and Ace stand beside me. My dad’s hand finds my shoulder and I shake it off. Locking eyes with his concerned ones, I break our gaze and let myeyes, spitting anger, scan the room.
“Who the fuck is on watch tonight?” Cracking each one of my knuckles I watch all their faces deadpan. I can feel the fear rolling off them in tidal waves. My eyes lock onto the piercing green ones on the other side of the bar holding a bottle of Bud Lite mid-air, her beautiful featuresetched with worry. My eyes move to a small, timid figure trying to exit through the bar back door.
“Flame,” I yell.
“Grab him. Bring his ass outside.”
“Yep, I'd wanna run too,” I hear Flame laugh out as I turn on my heel and storm back out the door. People moved like the Red Sea opening up as Flame dragged the young wannabe prospect behind him. By the time they reached me my rage was past the boiling point. Flame dropped him at my feet, I picked him up dragging him to his post.
“Is this where you're meant to be?”
His petrified eyes meet mine and the only thing he does is nod. No words come out of his mouth. No respect given.
“I. Am. The. Enforcer of this club and you don't even give me the decency of a spoken word,” I scream out, my voice is dark and sharp.
I feel the club shake around me as the men and club whores all watch me lose myself to the demon.
I see my father and Ace standing off to the side, beer in one hand cigarette other. They won't stop me, they know better.
