“What do you say?”
“Rex, you got the best fishies in the ocean.”
“Yeah,” he grunts, before fucking her viciously. “I do, don’t I.”
There’s no doubt in my fucking mind that Rex has lost it, but it’s pretty clear he and his crew are also wired to the eyeballs. Every time he goes to visit the El Dominos it’s the same too, and it’s a dangerous time in the club; they cause fights just ’cause they can. But this time, they’re even more fucked up than usual and they all keep on with this fishy bullshit.
I have to endure Bash, Cog, and a couple of the others doing the same to the other Club Sluts, but if by doing so I get thesmallest hint of what his game is, and if he’s got Tristan, then I’ll sit here and film for fucking days.
Rex snatches his phone out of my hand. “Stand up, Steel.”
I stare him down, his earlier threat in my head, but if he seriously thinks I enjoyed filming them, I’m about to really make his day—my dick shrivelled smaller and smaller having to watch what I did.
Of course, Rex flips my lack of a hard-on back in my face. “You got fucking issues if your dick didn’t rise. You got a bit on the side I don’t know about, Steel?”
I take a step towards the door, shaking my head, “You’d be the first to know if I did, Rex.”
“I’ll slit you open if you’re keeping secrets. And I’ll burn you in front of the whole club if you stick your cock where it doesn’t belong.”
I flick off a salute, leaving him to go wash my eyes out with fucking bleach or something. Anything to rid myself of the reminder of what I had to sit and watch.
“We’re going in a bit, Steel. Be ready.”
“Yep.”
I don’t stop making a break for it, leaving him and his crew to do whatever the hell they want. I stop off at the bar, walking away with a quart of Jacks before I go outside and use every last drop of it to swill and spit, trying to get rid of the feeling I’m going to hurl. Never felt more turned off by life.
Rex finds me outside, holding the empty bottle in one hand and a joint in the other. I watch him carefully as he comes to stand near, he flicks his eyebrows up being a judgemental prick when he eyes the empty bottle, and the glow of the reefer between my lips. And I ain’t going to be correcting him anytime soon. I hope he does think I’m fucking tanked, hopefully he’ll start spilling secrets.
“Steel, you ain’t seen nothing yet. We’re going to fuck over that cunt.” He sucks on the spliff, one huge inhale until he can’t fit in another hit, before he blows it out slowly.
“King, I take it?”
“Don’t play dumb now, kid. All I’m doing is letting him know there’s plenty of other fish in the ocean. But he ain’t having any of ours. I even caught you one. You good to ride still?”
“Always.” I flick my head.
“Good. One of the bitches is making me a burger then we can roll out.”
I push, and I probably shouldn’t but I do. “Just me and you?”
“Steel, I’m trusting you with this. You and I are gonna make a statement, that’s for sure. I can’t wait to see him lose his fucking mind, always been so fucking righteous. The Fallen bullshit, you can’t trade pussy?” Rex winks at me. “Lucky, I ain’t trading or they might come after me.” He pretends to shiver like he’s scared.
“I didn’t realise you were engaging so openly with him. What changed?”
“I want the strip down south. The Fallen think they own it, but me and the El Dominos got big plans. And we start tonight, putting the screws on and making him see he got shit happening under his nose that he don’t even know about.”
“King? What about Ace? Isn’t the Southern Sector in charge of the strip?”
“You know King thinks he’s king of the whole fucking Fallen, right? We’re gonna show him he don’t own nothing. He’s fucking done, and I’m thinking you’ll slot right in and sit down there as my eyes and ears while we undergo our change of management.”
I laugh and slap him on the back. Because it’s expected. All the time my fingers twitch to grab hold of the blade hidden in my shoe and drive it deep into his lungs. When the time comes,I want his death to be drawn out and painful, and for now I have to be happy with what little he’s said.
Rex walks back inside and I shout out to him I’m heading to my room to grab some cash. I’m hoping I can at least get something over to King for him to work with.
The door to my room has been picked and all my gear has been flipped which pisses me off but doesn’t worry me. I don’t keep anything worthwhile or of value here, just the bare minimum to keep up appearances. One of the sluts gets me before I have a chance to reach my burner phone that I stashed away in the hollow of the floor under my bed. I’m being watched but it’s nothing new, I have been for a long time.
Rex going through my saddlebags on the side of my bike isn’t the first time he’s done that either. And given his not making much sense and acting more fucking paranoid than normal I don’t do anything but shrug when he smiles at me with challenge in his posture.
