“I’ve heard the rumors,” I replied.
“Those aren’t rumors. That was the Beast, and Sonja had video.”
A chill went down my spine. There was talk on the street about a recent slaughter of a group of growers in Mexico. No one was sure who had done it or why.
“They were hacked to pieces in front of their family members,” Snowcone said. “Sonja told me the Beast would do the same to the club if our business wasn’t shut down.”
I frowned. “Why didn’t you come to me?”
“Sonja told me this was the only way to avoid bloodshed.”
“What else did she have besides video and threats? Did she have a briefcase full of cash, did she happen to mention a little something in it for you if you helped her destroy our grow business?”
Snowcone’s eyes welled with tears. “Please, Sundance. That’s everything I know, and everything I told her. I swear,” he said, shivering in pain.
“I believe you, Snowcone. And the fact that no one was killed is the only reason you’re gonna leave this room missing only your Howler’s ink instead of your liver as well.”
I stood up and handed the knife to Moses. “I got what I need. Finish up with your prospect.”
“You promised!” Snowcone bellowed but I ignored him.
“Again, I’m sorry about all of this, Sundance,” Moses said.
I put my hand on his shoulder. “We’ll talk about it more later. Right now, make sure all club ink has been removed off this pile of shit and then toss him on the curb of County General.”
“County?” Snowcone moaned.
“Shut the fuck up,” Moses replied.
“You’re still gonna give me the pain meds though. Right, Sundance?”
“A deal’s a deal,” I said, turning to leave. “Moses will give you the shot… as soon as he’s done with your back,” I said before turning and exiting to the sounds of Snowcone’s screams of agony.
Wyatt
FRIDAY AFTERNOON, I walked into yoga and stalled. YaYa…I mean, Sonja, was in her usual spot and I wasn’t entirely sure how to play this.
I had my cell phone in my hand, so I fired off a text to Sundance, then casually rolled my mat out next to hers. Today was the day I tried to figure out this bitch’s game.
“Hi,” she breathed out like we were long-lost besties.
“Hey,” I said. “Are you doing okay? I texted you a million times.”
“I know, I’m so sorry. I had a problem with my bill, then I got a new number, and I totally forgot you texted.” She sighed. “I’m a bad friend.”
“Okay, ladies, are you ready to change your life?” our instructor, Cindy called out, abruptly interrupting my fact-finding mission.
I was left with my thoughts as we downward dogged the fuck out of the session.
Once we were finished, I flopped onto my mat in a puddle of my own sweat, and my first thought was how I needed to stop eating Wavy Lay’s and do more yoga. My second thought was how the hell was I going to drill Sonja for information, of course, that was if I could get up off the floor.
Surprisingly, it was Sonja who restarted the conversation.
“What happened with that guy you were dating?” Sonja asked.
Okay, now my interest was really piqued. I’d never told her about Sundance, but she was clearly angling for something, so I decided to give her some leeway. Maybe if I gave her enough rope, she’d do me a favor and hang herself with it.
“Which one?” I asked, playing dumb.
