Page 30 of Insidious Heart
I know his type all too well. The parents are usually where guys like us start.
And I can’t for the fucking life of me understand why Beau keeps putting Joker in charge of his daughter.
Then again, it’s not like Beauregard Williams is exactly a standup guy gunning for father of the year.
Which is why I barely sit there long enough to finish listening to his conversation, wait to make sure he’s headed toward Sabine Woods, then take off in the opposite direction to make sure Stevie leaves the nursing home ok.
But when I get there, I’m too late.
It’s damn near midnight and I don’t see her or that fucking Suburban anywhere.
I swear to god, if that twisted lip motherfucker lays one finger on Stevie, if he even breathes in her direction, I will fucking kill Joker before he knows what hit him.
If that fuckstick thinks for one second he has any right to touch what’s mine in any capacity, he isfucking dead.
CHAPTERSEVEN
VICTOR
I parkedmy car a few blocks over in a vacant lot again, and it’s a damn good thing I did because as I walk through the side yard of an empty house across the street from Stevie’s place, I can see it’s crawling with prospects.
Wannabe club members are sitting on the steps, leaning against the front of the house, horsing around on the porch and being annoying as fuck in the yard.
There’s usually two to four on the house when Joker is here, and as soon as he is they tend to take off, but since that bastard’s borrowed wheels are sitting in the driveway, I’m not sure why they haven’t split.
And that leads me to believe not only is Beau Williams overprotective of his princess, but there’s a good chance this business with Jesus is stirring up some concerns.
Big ones judging by these numbers.
I won’t know what those concerns are until I stop obsessing over his daughter, though, because doing that has prevented me from following him when he goes out of town.
Stevie is definitely complicating things, but I can’t seem to give a shit about anything but her.
Her dad will get what’s coming to him and I’ll find The Ripper, and Stevie will be mine when it’s all said and done. Win-win for me, no shits need to be given.
I crouch down behind a bush, light a cigarette, and watch the dumbasses continue acting like dumbasses while I figure out how to get to my girl.
Her bedroom is upstairs in the back of the house, farthest away from where I’m currently sitting. I can’t go around the abandoned house because the one next to it has a family of four inside currently watching tv in the living room and they’d definitely see me walking through the yard. If I walk across the street I’m basically a sitting duck because every last one of those prospect idiots would see me, and they’d definitely shoot my ass once I started walking to the back of their president’s house.
Straight ahead of me is the garage, and if I wait until they leave or are relatively distracted, I should be able to cross undetected—just like the other times I decided to act on this need to peep Stevie close range—and move around to the back of the house with ease.
Problem is, there haven’t been this many prospects lingering around before and most of the time they’re gone or inside by now.
Dragging my smoke deep into my lungs on a sigh, I start searching for another point of entry when the front door swings open and Joker comes walking out.
“Alright, bootlickers! Playtime is over!”
Bootlickers?
What a moron.
Joker plants his hands on his hips as he looks around at the prospects all scurrying to attention. He squints as he surveys them, then after a few minutes he starts barking orders again.
“You two, head back to the clubhouse. Prez is planning a party next week and we need to start getting inventory on shit.” Joker nods toward another wannabe. “You, check in with Cal and see if there’s anything that needs dealing with tonight. If not, you’re good and can take the night off, and you four.” He points to the guys on the porch. “You’re taking shifts here. Two inside downstairs, two out here. You need anything, now is the time to get it, cause once you’re watching the house, you don’t leave til I say.”
“Can we make a food run?”
Joker nods. “But no fucking around. Grab your grub then come right back. If I find out you stopped for pussy or beer, you’re in the shit, got it?”
