“Way bigger,” Nanci disagreed.
“How the hell would you know what Hercules’s cock looks like?” Inglorious snarled, eyeing Hercules and his hand going to his gun.
“I haven’t fucked her! Nanci’s not my type!” Hercules proclaimed.
“Why not? I’m beautiful, fit, bendy, I’m great in bed, ain’t I, babe?” Nanci snapped.
“Yup,” Inglorious agreed.
“Then why wouldn’t you want to screw me?” Nanci demanded.
Inglorious drew his weapon, and Hercules swallowed hard. “Fuck the lot of you, I’ve the biggest dick,” he snarled and strode off.
“Did you enjoy messing with him?” Inglorious asked, putting the gun away.
“Yup, he’ll break his back to keep on my good side for a week or two,” she said.
“You’re all fuckin’ insane,” Joe stated and walked off. “I need a damn beer!”
Chill winked at me. Mission accomplished.
Chapter Seventeen.
Vortex
“Vortex, you’ve got a meeting this afternoon with Stefan Marker. He said only two people. I’ll send the location.”
Leila cut the line and texted me an address. It was an old warehouse outside of town. Set back from the road and far from prying eyes, it offered privacy. The damn thing was also wide open, with no cover and perfect for an ambush. Shit, I didn’t like this.
“Take Tracker, Bow, Sabre, and Hercules,” Inglorious ordered when I approached him. He wasn’t too happy about this, but we don’t want a mob boss breathing down our necks.
“Hope your fuckin’ ex has left town or I’ll be handing her over,” Hercules threatened. He was grumpy as fuck and on edge; we all were. Bow and Tracker were leaving now, getting into a position where they couldn’t be seen. If that meant inside the warehouse, so be it.
The rest of us cooled our heels until it was time to leave. Amy kept sending me worried glances, but Nanci was distracting her with ordering the period clothing. I bent, kissed her goodbye, and left. Amy was uncomfortable not knowing what was happening, but Nanci would explain club law.
The ride out was easy, and when we arrived, two black SUVs were waiting.
“Fuckin’ knew it,” Sabre muttered.
“Set up,” Hercules agreed.
“Stay alert,” I warned.
We dismounted from our bikes, walked a couple of steps, and refused to go any further. The driver’s door of the one on the left opened, and a suited man exited. He wasn’t tall, around five-ten, maybe, but he was stocky. Nobody would ever claim Marker was a looker, but there was an aura of power that women like Kyleah would find attractive.
“Where’s my money?” Marker demanded.
“Don’t have it and never had it,” I replied.
“That’s a shame. I believed we might resolve this issue peacefully.” Marker stated. The car doors opened, and further men appeared.
“Any of them pull a weapon, and you die first,” I declared.
A red bead suddenly moved on Marker’s chest, and he looked down and laughed.
“Well played. Thought you were a fool for coming here alone. How many out there?” Marker asked, amused.
“Enough. Kyleah lied. I’ve no clue who has the money, but it’s not me. The Unwanted Bastards know nothing about you or it,” I replied. “Kyleah tried to use the kid to force me to give her dough; that backfired.”
