“You’re worried about him.”
Her face turns to sadness. “We all are.”
“Then I’ll do my best.”
With a twinkle in her eye she says, “He’s important to the guys. To all of us. Someone that pretty shouldn’t be so… sad.”
Is it sadness that holds Hush down so much or is it something else?
Tequila’s unsettling breaths has me waiting in anticipation. “I’m not sure I ever said this to you, but… I’m glad you gave me, well, us a chance. And for what it’s worth, I’m glad we met. Obviously, I wish it was in better terms.” She snorts. “But I’m glad we had each other in that awful place.”
My mind wavers to the warehouse, imagining the dark, cold, prison all over again. “Me too.”
We’ll never be able to turn back time but maybe having each other moving forward isn’t such a bad thing.
NINETEEN
Hush
With Bullet on our side, finding our first lead for Grizzly’s boss is easier than we’d thought. His skills and resources on connecting the dots were insanely impressive. Not to mention his classified connections, but we all held secrets. No one asked questions, nor did we second guess him. We just rolled with it, letting him be our smarts behind the camera. After all, he is our VP and for good reasons. He’s smart and everything a VP needs to be. We all have a role in the MC after all.
Sergio Garcia worked with high end drug lords in the city. None of our intel led us to believe he was the guy Grizzly was working for, but sources did say they saw Sergio meet up with Grizzly the day he was shot and killed. So here we are. To find out if this punk can tell us anything useful or not.
We have photos, and leaked info on where Sergio will be tonight. Now all we had to do was scope out the place, find him, and question him. Yes, Chain wants the money we were screwed out of, but it was also about finding the guy in control, knowing Grizzly wasn’t alone on stealing money and raping women. And that’s something I hold personally.
The music is obnoxiously loud, vibrating off the walls as we make our way inside. We scan the shady ass strip club, my boots sticking floor, and the place smells like the inside of a cigarette carton. Women shoot friendly glances with their bare breasts on full display, as we saunter past. But I pay no mind considering I don’t care enough. However, there is someone who does, and as Bullet taps me on the shoulder signaling in their direction, my guess is he notices him too.
Bingo.
Hello, Sergio.
The bastard’s high as a kite, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his ugly shirt as he sits below the stage. He’s shouting profanity at one of the dancers who just got done shaking her ass in his direction. The chair flys back as he jumps from it, reaching to grab her. But I snatch the top of his stained shirt at the neck, jolting him back down into the seat Bullet righted.
“Woah.” His head whips in our direction, finally taking his grimy focus off the dancer. “The fuck?”
“We need to chat.” Bullet crosses his arms over his chest, glaring down at Sergio.
“I’m a little busy at the moment.” Sergio sniffs, giving us a careless wave. “Beat it.”
With a grim expression, and my patience wearing thin, I drag him off the chair. He yells, his boots scraping the nasty floor as I haul him toward the back exit.
Sergio’s voice is drowned out by the deafening music with me barely breaking a sweat as I haul him across the club. People glance at us with nervous looks but quickly turn a blind eye after noticing our MC cuts. Most people are smart enough to leave us alone, not knowing what level of crazy we carry. But with the obvious illegal drugs going on, no one would dare get the police involved.
The door bangs against the wall after I slam it with my boot then throw Sergio out and onto the cold snow that covers the cement.
“What the fuck!” He scurries along the snow, barely able to stand considering the cocaine he has in his system. He’s twitchy with bloodshot eyes.
“Grizzly. Familiar with the name?” Bullet asks, wasting no time in getting straight to the point.
“Who? I don’t fucking know. I know a lot of people, man.” He takes in our cuts, and I catch the small fear flashing across his face.
Bullet smirks. “Maybe this will refresh your memory.” My Vice nods to me, and I begin stalking toward Sergio, his eyes widening with each step I take.
“Hey! Hey wait.” His hands fly up in surrender. “Uh, yeah, I think I might remember now.”
“How convenient,” Bullet mutters.
“Yeah, he was uh… this dude I sold to a lot.”
