Chapter Nineteen
Afew dayslater, Muerto checked his phone just as Steel pounded the gavel on the wooden block. Looking up, he saw the sour look on the president’s face.Some shit’s not good.Muerto put his phone down and gave his full attention to the front of the room.
“It’s been confirmed that underage girls are working at the Climax Lounge,” Steel said between gritted teeth. “What fucking sucks more than that is I know one of them. She’s a nice girl from the reservation. Her sister and Chenoa were friends. This girl is only sixteen.” He slammed his fist on the table. “We’re closing that fucking club down.”
The members yelled their support, some of them cussing and pounding the tables with their fists. Brutus stood up, his face red from fury. “I know one of the girls stripping over there and she told me that the club’s actively recruiting younger girls so they can fuckin’ rip them off. They get paid half of what the regular women make. They’re using the girls in every way they can. Who owns this place?”
Steel turned to Chains. “Did you find anything out?”
Nodding, Chains stood up. “Satan’s Pistons are definitely involved. They—”
Crow leapt up so fast his chair fell over, clanking on the linoleum floor. “I knew those fuckers were behind it. They’re such pieces of shit. I want to kick their asses so bad. We gotta get them outta our county. They’re like a goddamn disease, and they’ll keep spreading.”
“I gotcha, but let Chains finish. I’m just as pissed as you are, but we need to get to the bottom of this so we can come up with a workable plan.”
“Killing their asses works for me,” Crow fumed as he set the chair right and then sat down.
Other members started yelling, “Death to Satan’s Pistons!” over and over until Steel had to slam the gavel down again.
“Everyone shut the fuck up! We’re never going to get anything done.” Pausing while the brothers calmed down, he nodded at Chains. “Go on.”
“Okay, so the Pistons are acting like they’re not a hundred percent involved. They have a strawman on all the paperwork, a gang from Pueblo called the—” He glanced down at a piece of paper he had in front of him. “—39thStreet Gang. A bunch of wannabe gangsters. They basically extort from businesses in their area and do some loan sharking. They’re listed as the owners of the strip bar, but we know that’s a load of crap.”
Muerto pushed his chair back from the table. “Sounds like they want to attach themselves to the Pistons to elevate their pathetic standing in the criminal world. Is Delarosa in on this, or is he just a dumb pawn?”
“A dumb pawn. This dude has stupid written all over him.” Chains chuckled.
“Seems like these 39thStreet fucks want to kick their operations up a notch. They’re four hundred miles from here, and they don’t know what the hell’s going on,” Army said.
“Satan’s Pistons are using their puny asses. They’ll get rid of them as soon as they don’t need them anymore. The Pistons have been wanting to control the Four Corners for a long time. They already got Arizona and Utah. Assholes.” Crow twisted the cap off his bottled water.
“No way the Deadly Demons are gonna let the Pistons take that part of New Mexico. And I doubt that Banger’s gonna be on board with it,” Paco said. “I know we’re not letting them into our county.”
“Fuck no!” Diablo yelled, and then the other brothers began talking, yelling, and cussing up a storm.
Muerto’s phone pinged. He glanced down and smiled. A text from Raven always made him smile.
Raven:Whatcha doing?
Muerto:Church. U?
Raven:Thinking bout how I want ur soft lips on mine. Mmmm….
Muerto sucked in his breath. All around him the brothers were still talking about what they were going to do to Satan’s Pistons.
Muerto:Send me a pic of u. Surprise me.
“We gotta make sure the Pistons know we mean business. Have you told Banger ’bout the fuckers setting up a business without Insurgents permission?” Muerto asked.
“I’m going to, and I’m sure we’ll hear his response all the way from Pinewood Springs.” Steel chuckled.
A ping. Putting the phone under the table, Muerto opened the message, his mouth going dry when he saw her delicate hand and her index finger extended. On the end of her finger was a tiny, lacey pair of red panties.Fuck.He couldn’t move his eyes away. Another ping. Hurriedly, he opened it. A matching red bra with a tiny pink bow strewn over the bed made him adjust his jeans as he moved around in his seat.Double fuck.There was something about this woman that made his body respond like wildfire.
As he started to reply, another ping.
Raven:Wish u were here.
Muerto:Me 2. Ur driving me crazy, baby.
