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Jumping to my feet, I took out the gun, and moved into the hallway just as the door opened.
“Raina?” called a man’s voice.
I stepped around the corner. “She isn’t here,” I said, recognizing the stranger. He was the owner of Sal’s. We’d never formally met, but I’d seen him around town.
Sal, shocked, took a step back. “What in the hell are you doing here?”
“Looking for Raina. What are you doing here?” I asked, frowning.
“Looking for her, too. She’s my niece.”
My eyes widened. “Your niece?” I repeated.
He nodded, his eyes on my gun. “Yes. What do you want with her?”
“It’s club business.”
His lips thinned. “Club business? Now, look… I’m not sure what kind of business you have with her, but she’s a good girl.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” I said. “Her brother, on the other hand, is in deep shit.”
He heaved a heavy sigh. “Dammit, I was afraid you were going to say that. What has he gotten himself into?”
“Something he shouldn’t have. Do you know who I am?”
“Yeah. You’re a member of the Gold Vipers.”
“I’m their newest president.”
“Congratulations,” he said dryly.
My eye twitched. “There’s nothing to celebrate. I’m only the president because someone killed my old man, who held the position before me. Your nephew knows who the shooter is.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry for your loss. I met Slammer a couple of times and he seemed like a good guy.”
“He was, unlike the pieces of shit that Cole is involved with.”
“I won’t argue that. Look, why aren’t you hassling him instead of sneaking into Raina’s house? She’s been through enough and doesn’t need to be involved with this.”
“I tried talking to Raina about this civilly,” I lied, “but she bailed on me, which leads me to believe that your niece knows something useful. All I want to know is where Cole is, so I can find out who murdered my father.”
“Why don’t you let the police figure that out?”
“Because I want to handle this my way,” I said, getting frustrated. I was tired, hungry, and not in the mood for conversation. At least not with this guy. “Enough with the questions. Tell me where Cole is and I’ll get out of your hair.”
“I have no idea, and the truth is, I wouldn’t tell you if I knew,” he said evenly.
Clenching my teeth, I cocked the gun. “Don’t fuck with me, old man. This is some serious shit.”
He leaned forward, a stubborn look on his face. “And I’m serious when I say that you won’t be getting any information from me.”
“You prepared to die because of it?” I asked, trying not to explode. I wasn’t about to kill Sal, but he was seriously pissing me off.
“Son, I’m dying anyway,” he said with a grim smile. “Hell, you may as well just put a bullet through my head and save me from racking up thousands of dollars in medical expenses. I’d rather not put my family through that anyway.”
“You’re dying?” I asked. I had to admit, he wasn’t the picture of good health.
“It’s my liver.” He raised his left hand, which was shaking. “In fact, I could really use a fucking drink right now. Just to take the edge off.”
Seeing the truth in his eyes, I uncocked the gun and put it away. “Looks like the last thing you need is a drink, Sal.”
Relaxing, he slowly headed toward the kitchen. “You’ve never walked in my shoes, so don’t go presuming what I need.”
“No, and you’ve never walked in mine either. If you had you’d understand why I’m so fucking upset.”
Sal reached up into one of the cupboards and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. “Look, I understand your anger, but there’s no sense in committing any more violence or murder. It’s only going to promote more of it, and in the long run, nobody wins.”
Spying a box of toothpicks next to the stove, I walked over and grabbed one. I needed a cigarette. Badly. “If I wanted a preacher, I’d go to church. What I need
“Raina?” called a man’s voice.
I stepped around the corner. “She isn’t here,” I said, recognizing the stranger. He was the owner of Sal’s. We’d never formally met, but I’d seen him around town.
Sal, shocked, took a step back. “What in the hell are you doing here?”
“Looking for Raina. What are you doing here?” I asked, frowning.
“Looking for her, too. She’s my niece.”
My eyes widened. “Your niece?” I repeated.
He nodded, his eyes on my gun. “Yes. What do you want with her?”
“It’s club business.”
His lips thinned. “Club business? Now, look… I’m not sure what kind of business you have with her, but she’s a good girl.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” I said. “Her brother, on the other hand, is in deep shit.”
He heaved a heavy sigh. “Dammit, I was afraid you were going to say that. What has he gotten himself into?”
“Something he shouldn’t have. Do you know who I am?”
“Yeah. You’re a member of the Gold Vipers.”
“I’m their newest president.”
“Congratulations,” he said dryly.
My eye twitched. “There’s nothing to celebrate. I’m only the president because someone killed my old man, who held the position before me. Your nephew knows who the shooter is.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry for your loss. I met Slammer a couple of times and he seemed like a good guy.”
“He was, unlike the pieces of shit that Cole is involved with.”
“I won’t argue that. Look, why aren’t you hassling him instead of sneaking into Raina’s house? She’s been through enough and doesn’t need to be involved with this.”
“I tried talking to Raina about this civilly,” I lied, “but she bailed on me, which leads me to believe that your niece knows something useful. All I want to know is where Cole is, so I can find out who murdered my father.”
“Why don’t you let the police figure that out?”
“Because I want to handle this my way,” I said, getting frustrated. I was tired, hungry, and not in the mood for conversation. At least not with this guy. “Enough with the questions. Tell me where Cole is and I’ll get out of your hair.”
“I have no idea, and the truth is, I wouldn’t tell you if I knew,” he said evenly.
Clenching my teeth, I cocked the gun. “Don’t fuck with me, old man. This is some serious shit.”
He leaned forward, a stubborn look on his face. “And I’m serious when I say that you won’t be getting any information from me.”
“You prepared to die because of it?” I asked, trying not to explode. I wasn’t about to kill Sal, but he was seriously pissing me off.
“Son, I’m dying anyway,” he said with a grim smile. “Hell, you may as well just put a bullet through my head and save me from racking up thousands of dollars in medical expenses. I’d rather not put my family through that anyway.”
“You’re dying?” I asked. I had to admit, he wasn’t the picture of good health.
“It’s my liver.” He raised his left hand, which was shaking. “In fact, I could really use a fucking drink right now. Just to take the edge off.”
Seeing the truth in his eyes, I uncocked the gun and put it away. “Looks like the last thing you need is a drink, Sal.”
Relaxing, he slowly headed toward the kitchen. “You’ve never walked in my shoes, so don’t go presuming what I need.”
“No, and you’ve never walked in mine either. If you had you’d understand why I’m so fucking upset.”
Sal reached up into one of the cupboards and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. “Look, I understand your anger, but there’s no sense in committing any more violence or murder. It’s only going to promote more of it, and in the long run, nobody wins.”
Spying a box of toothpicks next to the stove, I walked over and grabbed one. I needed a cigarette. Badly. “If I wanted a preacher, I’d go to church. What I need
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