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folder until he comes to a small post-it. He holds it up as says, “Ah yes, Leo. You and Anton managed to get yourself into some shit yesterday, didn’t you?”
I mumble loudly so that those around me can hear, “You calling us shit when we managed to steal nearly ten grand from the Senators along with a whole stash of pure coke?”
“You bet your sweet ass,” Brandon says, turning back to me. “I’m calling it shit. You managed to kill two guys in broad daylight, get chased through midday traffic, and crash both of your bikes outside our territory lines. Do you know what my daddy had to deal with last night to come to your rescue?”
“He made a call and cleaned it up. We were under orders to do what we did because your daddy seemed to think that we were the best runners you had on the team. I didn’t see him ask you or any of these soft boys to go do his dirty work for him, did I?”
Brandon smiled, his sharp, pointy teeth showing through his dry, cracked lips, “If that were true, you’d be here, wouldn’t it? The old man didn’t think you were man enough to handle the captain position, did he?”
The crowd of men both old and new started shifting in their chairs awkwardly. I can hear the whispers of disbelief. Sure, there’d been arguments and back-talking before, especially when there was a yellow rider with a big attitude getting trained, but no one ever challenged me like this. Everyone knew that I backed up my words. And tonight wasn’t going to be any exception.
I step towards my spot, as I say boldly in my loudest voice, “I’d be up there if I was your daddy’s butt boy. But I don’t suck his dick enough, do I?”
A few brave souls actually laugh out loud, as Brandon’s pale and pasty face seems to drain of all its color. His few henchmen surround him as he points a hand toward me. I don’t have time to react before one of his crew comes out from behind me and grabs me from around my shoulders. His surprise force brings me down to the ground quicker than my arms can fight against him. My knees smash into the concrete floor in a loud, dim thud. I look up just in time to see Brandon standing above me. He swings his arm back behind his head in a wind up before slamming it directly into the side of my skull.
The searing pain of his fist is only made worse by the ringing in my ear. Through it, I can just make out the crowd shouting in a muffled roar. Brandon talks over them, screaming madly, his veins popping from the side of his chubby neck. “And this is for my sister, you punk ass.”
There’s another direct hit, as I finally am able to pull my arms out from around the man holding me. I manage to catch myself with my hands before I fall forward. A small trickle of blood drips from the top of my temple, leaving a trail of my punishment.
As the room goes still and silent, everyone waiting for me to strike back, I take that deep breath in. It’s the one that keeps me from doing anything stupid. It’s the one that makes me think back on Tory and her arm around my waist. It brings me back to her pleading with me to go anywhere, anywhere but home.
I understood now. I understood more than I could before. The Desert Knights had a leader so blinded by his son he couldn’t see the hell he was about to get. These men in this room may not know me. They may only be a part of Brandon’s reign. But if there was one thing that I was good at, it was rallying my own troops and keeping loyal to the ones that were true to me.
And that troop was going to include Tory Walsh. I know that I made my promise to Tory to never see her again. I know that I promised myself that this was the end. But I was going to get Tory after all, and I was going to enjoy each and every moment of her.
Brandon leans back over me as he gets in his last words, “You think about coming after me or my family, especially Tory, again, and I’ll personally kill you.”
I
I mumble loudly so that those around me can hear, “You calling us shit when we managed to steal nearly ten grand from the Senators along with a whole stash of pure coke?”
“You bet your sweet ass,” Brandon says, turning back to me. “I’m calling it shit. You managed to kill two guys in broad daylight, get chased through midday traffic, and crash both of your bikes outside our territory lines. Do you know what my daddy had to deal with last night to come to your rescue?”
“He made a call and cleaned it up. We were under orders to do what we did because your daddy seemed to think that we were the best runners you had on the team. I didn’t see him ask you or any of these soft boys to go do his dirty work for him, did I?”
Brandon smiled, his sharp, pointy teeth showing through his dry, cracked lips, “If that were true, you’d be here, wouldn’t it? The old man didn’t think you were man enough to handle the captain position, did he?”
The crowd of men both old and new started shifting in their chairs awkwardly. I can hear the whispers of disbelief. Sure, there’d been arguments and back-talking before, especially when there was a yellow rider with a big attitude getting trained, but no one ever challenged me like this. Everyone knew that I backed up my words. And tonight wasn’t going to be any exception.
I step towards my spot, as I say boldly in my loudest voice, “I’d be up there if I was your daddy’s butt boy. But I don’t suck his dick enough, do I?”
A few brave souls actually laugh out loud, as Brandon’s pale and pasty face seems to drain of all its color. His few henchmen surround him as he points a hand toward me. I don’t have time to react before one of his crew comes out from behind me and grabs me from around my shoulders. His surprise force brings me down to the ground quicker than my arms can fight against him. My knees smash into the concrete floor in a loud, dim thud. I look up just in time to see Brandon standing above me. He swings his arm back behind his head in a wind up before slamming it directly into the side of my skull.
The searing pain of his fist is only made worse by the ringing in my ear. Through it, I can just make out the crowd shouting in a muffled roar. Brandon talks over them, screaming madly, his veins popping from the side of his chubby neck. “And this is for my sister, you punk ass.”
There’s another direct hit, as I finally am able to pull my arms out from around the man holding me. I manage to catch myself with my hands before I fall forward. A small trickle of blood drips from the top of my temple, leaving a trail of my punishment.
As the room goes still and silent, everyone waiting for me to strike back, I take that deep breath in. It’s the one that keeps me from doing anything stupid. It’s the one that makes me think back on Tory and her arm around my waist. It brings me back to her pleading with me to go anywhere, anywhere but home.
I understood now. I understood more than I could before. The Desert Knights had a leader so blinded by his son he couldn’t see the hell he was about to get. These men in this room may not know me. They may only be a part of Brandon’s reign. But if there was one thing that I was good at, it was rallying my own troops and keeping loyal to the ones that were true to me.
And that troop was going to include Tory Walsh. I know that I made my promise to Tory to never see her again. I know that I promised myself that this was the end. But I was going to get Tory after all, and I was going to enjoy each and every moment of her.
Brandon leans back over me as he gets in his last words, “You think about coming after me or my family, especially Tory, again, and I’ll personally kill you.”
I
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