I stared at him in the rearview mirror for a long second. “The one off of Greenwood Street, I think.” My eyes bulged. “We’re on the right track!”
“I’m calling it in,” Slay said.
“Listen to me very carefully, Kevin. When we get there, you stay in the truck. If anything happens to you, Kelly will kill me and if that happens, I can’t marry her.”
“You want to marry her? Isn’t that a little fast? You’ve only been seeing each other for a week. Two at the most.” Dang, what was this guy thinking?
“Hey, you know when you know. When you get to be our age, nothing is too fast. Besides, I’ve known her since I was your age.”
“That’s funny.” I snorted. Man, if GQ married my sister, I would have the coolest older brother.
“Up ahead,” Slay said. “Stay in the truck or you will never be a King. You get me.” He narrowed his eyes, putting the fear of God in me.
“I get you.”
“Good.”
“Don’t ever do this unless I give you permission,” GQ said.
“Do what?”
“Drive through a gate. Hold on.” He plowed through the metal, which wasn’t as sturdy as the one at the compound.
The roar of motorcycles came down the road.
“Is that the Kings of Anarchy?” I asked.
“Who else would it be?” Slay pfft, pulling guns out of a black bag. “Do you know how to shoot a gun?”
“No.”
“Do not give him one,” GQ said in a warning tone. “He needs proper training and his sister’s approval.”
“Oh, jeez. She’s not my mother.” I groaned.
“I won’t do anything to lose her trust,” GQ said. “Just keep out of sight. Understand?”
“Yes.” These two were acting like my father, but I wasn’t about to piss them off and ruin my chance of getting patched into the club.
“There.” Slay pointed at the black G Wagon. There was a second vehicle there. A white van. “I only count five men.”
“There’s got to be more,” GQ said, parking behind a row of units at the end. “When we get done here, you’re both moving onto the compound.”
“Cool, but good luck convincing my sister.”
“I’m not worried.” GQ opened his door and pointed at me to stay put.
“I’ll run ahead,” Slay said. “You come up behind me.”
GQ nodded. I liked how everyone worked together in the club. The members were a team. A brotherhood loyal to each other and their code. They would take a bullet for their brother. Get retribution for their fallen. I wanted to be a part of that kind of family.
Two members passed me on their hogs.
Guns went off. One guy fell near the G Wagon.
I ducked, then remembered I was in a truck with bulletproof windows, a little detail GQ had told me when he brought Mama Virgie’s enchiladas to the apartment.
A hefty guy charged at GQ.
