“There's a new club. They're just setting up, but it could fuck up our business pretty bad.” he says as he strokes his beard like is a domesticated wolf. “I think it's best to make them go away now that they have no strength, if you know what I mean.”
I hate this, I'm too old for this shit.
Buffalo's got me by the balls, I owe him a favor and I have to keep my promise.
“I have people who can take care of your problem now.”
I think of Hollywood, the bastard has a master in MC’s biff. He has a fortune accumulated, just by being a ‘handler.’ His cousin helped him build that future, now he's alone and needs a brotherhood, so I gave him the chance.
His cousin...The Professor, Sarah's fucking owner.
Since that call, I've been worried sick. She's a strong woman, I know that, but a war wound can sometimes be a killer and that makes me edgy. I want to know about her, damn it! Hollywood blocked any information related to them and their wellbeing.
“It’s not healthy for you,”he said.
Fucking idiot.
“No, you have to do it, you know, family business.” He says, “Your father was a real brother to me, and now you're my son, I trust you more than anyone.”
Damn old man, he knows how to use his words.
I nod. “I'll help you, tell me what I need to know.”
Buffalo leans over the desk and starts talking, “The leader's name is called ‘Big Kahuna,’” he takes a sheet of paper folded in four parts from inside his vest and throws it on the table. “Here’s everything you need to know.”
I take the sheet, I’m looking are times, places, appointments, everything I need to track him.
“Who are they?” I ask as I put the paper in my back pants pocket.
“They call themselves Amazon's.”
Amazon's? That's a stupid name.
“I'll let you know when the job is done.”
Buffalo is not just anyone in my life, he helped me get the club back when times were dark, and he always supported my leadership. Despite all that, I'm judge, jury, and executioner. Meaning, I said yes now, but that doesn’t mean jack shit.
Buffalo gets out of the chair, “Thank you, son.” Shakes my hand and leaves by closing the door tightly.
A sigh comes out of my body uncontrollably. I'm tired, not only am I going through a mid-life crisis, when I hadn't even reached middle age, but I started to get bored with all this, the parties, the bitches, the endless killing.
Fuck, I just want quiet.
I just wanther.
I'm rubbing my eyes so hard that they start to hurt, so I have to stop if I want to keep my eyesight.
I open my laptop, looking for a distraction, but I always end up doing the same thing. I go into the GPS tracker that follows Sarah and I track her around the world.
Soon they'll be in Cairo.
That's good fucking news.
