“We can’t leave him here, Jekyll,” Leo said. “I know he’s done some fucked up shit, but we just...can’t.”
I knew by the look on Leo’s face that he was right. Chucky would end up dead or worse if we left him with the Kings. I can’t say that I would have previously cared much about Chucky’s fate, but I’d taken my pound of his flesh for Indigo and could only see him through Leo’s eyes now.
“Cut ’em loose,” I said to Wrath. “Both of ’em.”
“You two need to stay between me and Rocky, and keep your mouths shut,” Wrath said as his freed the pair.
Leo shook his head. “There’s girls, too, Jekyll.”
“What do you mean?”
“They’re keeping girls here. Little ones. We have to get them out and take them with us.”
“Goddammit,” I hissed. “What the fuck kinda shit did you get me into?”
“The deep kind, motherfucker,” door guy said, laughing.
“You can bust my balls later,” Leo retorted. “But I’m not leaving here without them.”
“How many?” Rocky asked.
“Like, four or five. Maybe more.”
“Show us,” my VP demanded.
“If you fuck with our merchandise, the Kings will burn your family members alive. That goes for every single person in your little club.”
“Stand that piece of shit up,” I said.
Rocky dragged door guy to his feet, with both arms pinned tightly behind his back.
I stood eye to eye with him and could see he was much older than the rest of the crew. “What’s your name?”
“Why? You wanna take me out on a date, Princess?”
“I’m not one of your prison bitches and you’re too fucking old and ugly for me,” I replied, keeping my gun trained on him the entire time.
“You need to learn some respect, little bitch.”
“You gonna teach me?” I asked, pinching his broken nose as hard as I could. He screamed in agony as he squirmed. “If you’re keeping girls here, this is as good as it gets for you.”
“Dagger, man. The name’s Dagger.”
“Holy shit,” Rocky said, tightening his hold.
“You understand the kind of shit you’re in now?”
“Dagger is a 719 Kings OG,” Rocky explained.
“Second generation, holmes.” He tried to wipe his face on his shoulder. “I ain’t that old.”
“I don’t give a shit if you’re the president of the Melody fucking Morgan fan club,” I spat out. “If you’re trafficking girls, it’s all over for you.”
“Come on, Jekyll,” Leo called, motioning to me.
“You guys got this covered, Rocky?” I asked, motioning to our captive Kings.
“Me and Wrath got this. We’ll call for Scrappy if we need help. Go find the girls.”
