Infatuation
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I have to do this. For Mackenzie. For Kelly. For this to end.
I already let down one woman in my life. I’m not making the same mistake again.
“I’m not telling you anything.” Morre slurs his words, still fighting his restraints as I land another blow to his face.
We’ve been going at it for an hour, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep up. I just want the fucker dead, but know I can’t take it anywhere close to there. Not until we have the information we need.
“You fucking will, even if it’s the last words you say.” I punch him again, splitting the bridge of his nose. I don’t even care how fucked-up he looks, or how clean Nix wanted this. There’s someone out there who is responsible for Kelly being in the hospital and I want a fucking name before we finish this fucker off.
“You and that bitch won’t get away with this.” Before I realize what I’m doing, my fist is connecting with his mouth. He twists his head and spits blood out onto the dirty barn floor.
“Call her a bitch again, and I’ll put another bullet in you.” I shake my fists out. I’m getting over his bullshit. He has no proof on Chad, but it’s in his head, and he’s not letting it go.
“Nix, Warriors just pulled up.” Hunter’s voice travels across the barn.
“What the fuck are they doing here?” Nix pushes off the bench and makes his way outside.
“Listen, fucker, you’re dead either way I see it. Give me the name and I’ll make sure we go easy.” I have no desire to follow my promise through, but he doesn’t need to know.
“You have no idea who you’re messing with.” He dodges my question and continues with his shit.
“No, I know you’ve been dealing with Axle David.” His eyes find mine at the name. “You don’t think we know about your connections, Mayor?”
“I can explain.” I almost laugh. I doubt there is any possible way for him to explain this clusterfuck.
Axle David is known as the leader of a human trafficking organization in Arizona. One of the largest ones, on this side of the country. Connections to the Mayor tell me Axle’s organization runs a lot deeper than anyone knows.
“I don’t think you’re gonna be able to find a way out of this one, Mayor.” I smirk, knowing we have him right where we want him.
“Beau, we have a problem.” I turn back and watch Nix walk back in with T and three of his guys.
“He’s ours, T. Fuck off,” I tell him right out. How the fuck did he know we were here? Someone obviously talked back at Pink House.
“Give him up, Beau. Trust me, you don’t want this marker on your head. You kill him, you’re only bringing more shit to your doorstep.”
“And you expect me to believe you give a fuck?” I fire back. I don’t know what T’s intentions are here, but I’m not willing to give him up, so the Warriors can settle whatever it is they want with him.
“We have a relationship with them. We also have our own agenda.” He offers nothing for me to go off.
“And you want us to trust your agenda is going to sit well with us.”
“You owe us.”
“Last time I heard, you owe us, T. I’m not giving him up.”
“You will if you want your woman to walk away with murder.” My mind blanks for a second, before clearing and realizing what he just said.
“The fuck you say?” I take two steps toward him. Nix moves to my right, Sy to my left. I know I’m fucking losing. I’m walking a steep precipice here. But fuck, I can’t seem to give a fuck.
“Rumors.” He raises both hands in surrender.
“Yeah, rumors, this fucker’s been spewing to anyone and everyone.” I point back to the piece of shit tied to one of the support beams.
“Let us take care of this, Nix. There are larger things at play here.” T ignores my anger and turns to the one person who can put a stop to it.
“Larger things you’re not gonna share with us,” I surmise, knowing before he even answers.
“This goes way up, Beau. Don’t fucking get yourself twisted in it.”
I don’t say anything for a while. The Mayor’s labored breathing is the only sound in the barn.
“He’s right, Beau. The less our hands are dirty, the better.”
I don’t want to agree with Nix so I argue back. “So when he comes back and fucks with us some more?” Men like Morre don’t give a shit about threats. He survives this, there will be hell to deal with.
“He’s not surviving anything. Trust me, Beau. This shit is bigger than all of us. It’s going to be dealt with,” T offers and it only appeases me a small amount.
“You clean this shit up like he wasn’t even here.” Nix makes the decision for me, before I can even question anymore.
“Nix.”
“Don’t push it, Beau. We have an out and we’re taking it. Let it play out in someone else’s territory.” I know he wants to keep us clean, but my anger is holding me here.
“You want me to trust they have our interests?”
“I want you to trust this is what’s best for the club. For our family.”
As much as I’d love to put a bullet through the fucker’s head, Nix is right. We’re better off letting this play out on someone else’s territory. For the sake of the club.
“Fuck,” I concede, not happy about it.
I already let down one woman in my life. I’m not making the same mistake again.
“I’m not telling you anything.” Morre slurs his words, still fighting his restraints as I land another blow to his face.
We’ve been going at it for an hour, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep up. I just want the fucker dead, but know I can’t take it anywhere close to there. Not until we have the information we need.
“You fucking will, even if it’s the last words you say.” I punch him again, splitting the bridge of his nose. I don’t even care how fucked-up he looks, or how clean Nix wanted this. There’s someone out there who is responsible for Kelly being in the hospital and I want a fucking name before we finish this fucker off.
“You and that bitch won’t get away with this.” Before I realize what I’m doing, my fist is connecting with his mouth. He twists his head and spits blood out onto the dirty barn floor.
“Call her a bitch again, and I’ll put another bullet in you.” I shake my fists out. I’m getting over his bullshit. He has no proof on Chad, but it’s in his head, and he’s not letting it go.
“Nix, Warriors just pulled up.” Hunter’s voice travels across the barn.
“What the fuck are they doing here?” Nix pushes off the bench and makes his way outside.
“Listen, fucker, you’re dead either way I see it. Give me the name and I’ll make sure we go easy.” I have no desire to follow my promise through, but he doesn’t need to know.
“You have no idea who you’re messing with.” He dodges my question and continues with his shit.
“No, I know you’ve been dealing with Axle David.” His eyes find mine at the name. “You don’t think we know about your connections, Mayor?”
“I can explain.” I almost laugh. I doubt there is any possible way for him to explain this clusterfuck.
Axle David is known as the leader of a human trafficking organization in Arizona. One of the largest ones, on this side of the country. Connections to the Mayor tell me Axle’s organization runs a lot deeper than anyone knows.
“I don’t think you’re gonna be able to find a way out of this one, Mayor.” I smirk, knowing we have him right where we want him.
“Beau, we have a problem.” I turn back and watch Nix walk back in with T and three of his guys.
“He’s ours, T. Fuck off,” I tell him right out. How the fuck did he know we were here? Someone obviously talked back at Pink House.
“Give him up, Beau. Trust me, you don’t want this marker on your head. You kill him, you’re only bringing more shit to your doorstep.”
“And you expect me to believe you give a fuck?” I fire back. I don’t know what T’s intentions are here, but I’m not willing to give him up, so the Warriors can settle whatever it is they want with him.
“We have a relationship with them. We also have our own agenda.” He offers nothing for me to go off.
“And you want us to trust your agenda is going to sit well with us.”
“You owe us.”
“Last time I heard, you owe us, T. I’m not giving him up.”
“You will if you want your woman to walk away with murder.” My mind blanks for a second, before clearing and realizing what he just said.
“The fuck you say?” I take two steps toward him. Nix moves to my right, Sy to my left. I know I’m fucking losing. I’m walking a steep precipice here. But fuck, I can’t seem to give a fuck.
“Rumors.” He raises both hands in surrender.
“Yeah, rumors, this fucker’s been spewing to anyone and everyone.” I point back to the piece of shit tied to one of the support beams.
“Let us take care of this, Nix. There are larger things at play here.” T ignores my anger and turns to the one person who can put a stop to it.
“Larger things you’re not gonna share with us,” I surmise, knowing before he even answers.
“This goes way up, Beau. Don’t fucking get yourself twisted in it.”
I don’t say anything for a while. The Mayor’s labored breathing is the only sound in the barn.
“He’s right, Beau. The less our hands are dirty, the better.”
I don’t want to agree with Nix so I argue back. “So when he comes back and fucks with us some more?” Men like Morre don’t give a shit about threats. He survives this, there will be hell to deal with.
“He’s not surviving anything. Trust me, Beau. This shit is bigger than all of us. It’s going to be dealt with,” T offers and it only appeases me a small amount.
“You clean this shit up like he wasn’t even here.” Nix makes the decision for me, before I can even question anymore.
“Nix.”
“Don’t push it, Beau. We have an out and we’re taking it. Let it play out in someone else’s territory.” I know he wants to keep us clean, but my anger is holding me here.
“You want me to trust they have our interests?”
“I want you to trust this is what’s best for the club. For our family.”
As much as I’d love to put a bullet through the fucker’s head, Nix is right. We’re better off letting this play out on someone else’s territory. For the sake of the club.
“Fuck,” I concede, not happy about it.
