Smirking, I shrugged and tucked the gun back into my belt. “I would be if I were you.” I couldn’t help myself, and I chuckled despite the dire direction my thoughts were taking.
“Dark. I love it.” She nodded and stepped aside, and I brushed past her on the way to the front door. I ignored the questions fired at me by raising my hands. I stopped at the counter and slid behind it, grabbing the handset for the landline phone. It took a second of scrounging around under the counter, but I found my address book. Will went through enough phones that I always kept it up to date so it wasn’t so much of a pain in the ass to get him important numbers.
I dialed Destiny with a shaking finger. My fury had my body tingling.
He didn’t pick up. “Did I break a mirror and piss on it and forget about it?” Sighing, I dialed again. Then, four more times.
“Destiny is doing his fingernails. What is this about?” He sounded miffed, but for Destiny that was the same thing as swearing a blue streak at me. He was normally even tempered.
“Where does that disgusting pervert who raised you live?”
Destiny gasped and something clattered on his end. “Why do you want to know about him? The commissioner isn’t someone to mess around with. He’s not afraid to do the worst things a person can do and that’s a fact. Stay away from him.”
“Don’t worry about it. I need to know. Where is he?”
He hummed. “You better tell Destiny everything later.”
I tapped my forehead with the phone, sighing, then scowled at the counter. “He sent some of his jackbooted asshats to the clubhouse and they hurt Will. Hurt him! They grabbed me and fucked with me, but I care less about that.”
Destiny rattled off an address so fast that I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
“Could you repeat that slowly?” I asked, dragging a notepad toward myself. He said everything a second time, but it was still at top speed.
“Be careful. I’m telling you, he has zero conscience. The man is selfish and greedy and can’t be reasoned with unless you have something to hold over his head.” The anguish in Destiny’s voice was real, and I felt bad for involving him. We all had our own skeletons in the closet in the club.
“Don’t worry. I’m not planning a negotiation. I’m planning hell.” I didn’t want to discuss this. No, I was more of an action man. I ended the call and took off on foot. I could’ve tried to get a ride back to the clubhouse, but right now I would trust that one, the brothers would take care of Will, and two, if the cops were looking for me again, they would start there.
I was going to finish this tonight.
Destiny wouldn’t need to worry anymore.
Neither would Will, the Kings, or anyone else.
I was going to rid the world of some filth.
My jaw clenched. I stopped off to buy a pack of cigarettes because there was a high chance I might die tonight, and I might as well fucking smoke. I wanted Will to keep his shit together for me, and here I was running off into danger, but I couldn’t stand this. I walked the neighborhood near the commissioner’s house until darkness fell, then found the place and hid near an old oak tree. I didn’t doubt that the house was probably rigged up with cameras, but I kept close to the trunk and waited.
The house was quiet and the windows were blank, reflecting the streetlights. No one was home. I suspected Destiny’s mother was just as bad as his father from the little bit I’d heard from him one night when he was shit-faced, so maybe I would shoot them both.
Stone-cold fury whittled down my attention to a laser beam. I probably should want revenge for myself, but he’d sent those men. They’d hurt Will.
Someone was going to fucking pay for it.
Staring at the door, I smoked another cigarette.
“Fucking hell.” King’s voice behind me made me jump. “You know this is dog-shit stupid, right?” His raspy laugh was steady, a good indicator King hadn’t been drinking yet tonight.
“Destiny ratted me out,” I said, flicking down my cigarette. I stomped on it.
“And it was a good goddamned thing!” Will said.
Whirling around, I felt guilty in a way I never had. His face was tight with pain and he glared.
“Why did you bring yourself here?” I demanded, grabbing his shoulders. “You should be resting somewhere.”
He sank his fist into my gut, and I wasn’t ready for it. I grabbed the back of his neck, clutching hard.
“Fucking sucker punch,” I wheezed.
