Page 35 of Genesis
2003
“So, what happened between you and Bexley yesterday?” Carson asks from the back seat as we ride through the neighborhood. I look in the rearview.
“Why the fuck is that your business?” I ask.
He holds his hands up. “Hey, just making conversation. Fuck if I care.” He looks out the window and I look back in front of me. Johnny doesn’t say anything as usual. I haven’t talked to Bexley since I dropped her off last night. I told her ass to call me once she got home, but she chose not to. She’s pissed at me, and I get it. I basically called her a whore.
I didn’t mean to; it just came out wrong. The fact I could have been her first and lost my chance. Let’s just say I’m pretty pissed off myself. I just shoved her into my brothers’ arms.
I’m a fucking idiot.
Pulling into Moretti’s place, I shut the car off and we three hop out.
We walk in the clubhouse and head to his office. “Mickey.” I lift my chin at him sitting on the couch before I tap my knuckles against the door.
“Come in,” he says from the other side. We walk in and he eyes us. “Why’s he here?” Moretti asks, looking at Carson.
“He’s with me,” I say.
He lifts his brow. “If you say so. Sit down.” He points. I walk around and take a seat, as Johnny does the same. Carson sits on the couch.
“What the fuck did you do?” he asks.
I look over at Johnny.
“Don’t fucking look at him. Look at me. I got the cops up my ass now. What did you do to him?” he asks, sitting back in his chair.
“Do to who?”
“Don’t play dumb, Danny. You know who. Where’s David?”
I shrug. “Do you know where David is?” I ask Johnny.
He shakes his head.
“Carson, do you know?”
“Haven’t seen him,” he says.
Moretti exhales drastically and shakes his head. “Okay,” he says. “I see what you’re doing here. What’d he do, huh? Slap you around a bit? Told you to piss off one too many times? Huh? Tell me.”
“He was fucking little girls,” Johnny says.
Moretti lifts a brow, running a hand down his face. “Stupid motherfucker.” He grabs a cigar from his box on the desk. “Where is he?” He strikes a match.
“River,” I say.
“Dead?” he asks, stopping midway from lighting his smoke.
I nod.
“Christ,” he says. “So now I have to pay the cops off to fuck around somewhere else. You couldn’t have just beaten him? Taught him a lesson?”
“I think we taught him a lesson,” I say.
Carson laughs.
Moretti looks at him questionably before focusing back on us. “How about don’t kill anybody for a while? I’m deducting this from both of your pay. You’ll do some free runs for me.”
