never see the bullet coming.
Maybe he could sense my tension, because Mark chose that moment to try and silence my worried mind. His strong hand came to rest on my thigh. It gave me a short squeeze of reassurance.
“Relax little dove, she won’t bite. You can put the gun away Lucy.” Mark said softly, returning his gaze to the woman. “I apologize for Lucy, she’s not very good with company.”
“I don’t have many friends.” Lucy said. “Forgive me.”
I watched as she tucked the gun away behind her, still well within reach.
My hands were shaking. Despite the man sitting next to me, I couldn’t help but fear the woman. It was as if I were looking into the eyes of a killer.
“Well, go ahead then Famine, ask your favor and I’ll name my price.”
“I already sold my soul four times last month Lucy. The stock market can be a real bitch.”
Now they were both laughing.
“I need an address.”
Lucy didn’t need further prompting. She stood up and walked to the windows, the sunlight spilling over her body. I admired the way she seemed to almost sparkle, and for a brief moment, the whole scene felt serenely peaceful.
“You aim to kill him then…”
“I don’t know yet. I’ve got a six inch gash in my leg and I think I might have him to thank for it.”
“And you’re going to talk nicely to him about it?”
“I’ll let Death have that conversation.”
Lucy nodded, reaching out and putting a hand on the sill if the window. Lifting a pen and small message pad from the lip of wood, she wrote something elegantly across the surface. Folding it into a tight square, she turned back to face us.
“You haven’t asked for something like this in a long time. It’s expensive,” she said, tapping the paper on the sill.
“I expected no less,” Famine said, reaching down, pulling a bag of money from a long cargo pocket on his leg. It was the money he’d taken from Blythe…
I trembled as Lucy handed over the paper.
“If you’re looking for Fong, this is where you’ll find him.”
Famine opened the note, staring at its surface.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.
“I’m sure.”
“Lets go, Kayla.” Famine pulled me upright, walking to the door. Lucy followed, deadbolts sliding into place as we stepped back over the threshold. I held Famine’s hand, giving it a squeeze and looking at him closely.
“Can’t you take this to the FBI? Let them handle it?”
“We let them take down Fong and we lose the docks. It’ll bring down too much heat, and nobody will ship. If we’re not running the docks, everything falls apart. We’ll be wrapped up under a RICO so fast it’ll make your head spin.”
“So… We go see Fong?”
“Better to deal with the devil you know. Kayla, I want you to trust me…”
“I trust you.”
Famine held me, and we kissed. Time melted away as we stood there in that moment, not ready to move on. Eventually, our feet started moving again.
The MC was waiting as we emerged from the gates, everyone waiting to hear what was coming next.
“Horsemen,” Famine started. “We ride for Los Angeles. A man calling himself Fong has set himself up on the west side. He thinks he can fuck with the Horsemen, and we’re about to teach him a valuable lesson.
Chapter 9:
Ghosts
THE SCRAWNY man grimaced, lines crawling across his face like a spider’s web. It was a face that had seen too much, one that had peered into the eyes off the abyss and returned. He reached out and turned off the television, turning to survey the room. It still smelled like bacon.
“They must have left hours ago…”
Far larger and more menacing, a man stepped out from the bedroom. His movements were raw and primal, muscles rippling under the thin black cotton of his shirt. His nostrils flared, taking in the stuffy air.
“They are together. Dirtied the sheets in here.”
The scrawny man spun in place, a quizzical look on his face. “Why would he bring her with him?”
“Guess he
Maybe he could sense my tension, because Mark chose that moment to try and silence my worried mind. His strong hand came to rest on my thigh. It gave me a short squeeze of reassurance.
“Relax little dove, she won’t bite. You can put the gun away Lucy.” Mark said softly, returning his gaze to the woman. “I apologize for Lucy, she’s not very good with company.”
“I don’t have many friends.” Lucy said. “Forgive me.”
I watched as she tucked the gun away behind her, still well within reach.
My hands were shaking. Despite the man sitting next to me, I couldn’t help but fear the woman. It was as if I were looking into the eyes of a killer.
“Well, go ahead then Famine, ask your favor and I’ll name my price.”
“I already sold my soul four times last month Lucy. The stock market can be a real bitch.”
Now they were both laughing.
“I need an address.”
Lucy didn’t need further prompting. She stood up and walked to the windows, the sunlight spilling over her body. I admired the way she seemed to almost sparkle, and for a brief moment, the whole scene felt serenely peaceful.
“You aim to kill him then…”
“I don’t know yet. I’ve got a six inch gash in my leg and I think I might have him to thank for it.”
“And you’re going to talk nicely to him about it?”
“I’ll let Death have that conversation.”
Lucy nodded, reaching out and putting a hand on the sill if the window. Lifting a pen and small message pad from the lip of wood, she wrote something elegantly across the surface. Folding it into a tight square, she turned back to face us.
“You haven’t asked for something like this in a long time. It’s expensive,” she said, tapping the paper on the sill.
“I expected no less,” Famine said, reaching down, pulling a bag of money from a long cargo pocket on his leg. It was the money he’d taken from Blythe…
I trembled as Lucy handed over the paper.
“If you’re looking for Fong, this is where you’ll find him.”
Famine opened the note, staring at its surface.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.
“I’m sure.”
“Lets go, Kayla.” Famine pulled me upright, walking to the door. Lucy followed, deadbolts sliding into place as we stepped back over the threshold. I held Famine’s hand, giving it a squeeze and looking at him closely.
“Can’t you take this to the FBI? Let them handle it?”
“We let them take down Fong and we lose the docks. It’ll bring down too much heat, and nobody will ship. If we’re not running the docks, everything falls apart. We’ll be wrapped up under a RICO so fast it’ll make your head spin.”
“So… We go see Fong?”
“Better to deal with the devil you know. Kayla, I want you to trust me…”
“I trust you.”
Famine held me, and we kissed. Time melted away as we stood there in that moment, not ready to move on. Eventually, our feet started moving again.
The MC was waiting as we emerged from the gates, everyone waiting to hear what was coming next.
“Horsemen,” Famine started. “We ride for Los Angeles. A man calling himself Fong has set himself up on the west side. He thinks he can fuck with the Horsemen, and we’re about to teach him a valuable lesson.
Chapter 9:
Ghosts
THE SCRAWNY man grimaced, lines crawling across his face like a spider’s web. It was a face that had seen too much, one that had peered into the eyes off the abyss and returned. He reached out and turned off the television, turning to survey the room. It still smelled like bacon.
“They must have left hours ago…”
Far larger and more menacing, a man stepped out from the bedroom. His movements were raw and primal, muscles rippling under the thin black cotton of his shirt. His nostrils flared, taking in the stuffy air.
“They are together. Dirtied the sheets in here.”
The scrawny man spun in place, a quizzical look on his face. “Why would he bring her with him?”
“Guess he
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