Page 25 of Acceptance
I’ll kill anyone who’s hurt her. Painfully.
Venom takes up the lead with Psycho, but they’re met with a swarm of men as they step inside. An idea suddenly strikes Colt, and he places his hand on Venom’s shoulder to indicate to step back.
“This is an invitation only event,” a man wearing a long, black jacket says.
He looks around fifty, and everything about him screams lowlife. Coming from an outlaw, that really says something.
“Who’s in charge here?” Colt asks.
“I am.”
“And who are you?”
He smirks, and the weird overhead lighting in the large open space glints off of a shiny gold tooth. It looks more like they walked into an underground fight club, and this Joe Pesci fromHome Alonewannabe appears to be in charge.
“No one you need to know,” he says.
Oh, you wanna play games, motherfucker? Let’s play.“I guess I’ll take my business elsewhere.”
“What business?”
“I don’t discuss business propositions with assholes who think they’re too good to give out their name.”
“Mel’s the name. What are you offering? Protection? Expansion? Or do you just need to buy a few girls for a celebration with the boys?”
Buy a few girls. It makes Colt’s stomach clench, but he keeps a smirk on his face instead. “I have a group of women I’m looking to sell, actually. They’re young strippers, but we’d like them to get experience in the escort business as well.”
His eyebrows lift. “How old?”
“Let’s just say the IDs we bought for them say they’re nineteen.”
This makes him smile even wider. “So, you wanna sell them to me to get some experience under their belt? How long? And what cost are you thinking?”
“That’s what I’d like to know. It’s the first time we’ve worked into the sector of the entertainment business, and we wanna know how much money it’ll bring in.”
“We’re thinking a commission for every man they fuck,” Waylon says, catching onto what Colt’s doing. The Black Valley Treasurer steps forward, and Colt actually misses having him around with his guitar. “Mutually beneficial to allow us to make money while you train them, but you also make something since it’s a short-term commitment.”
“Why don’t we go into my office and talk?” Mel says and holds out a hand. “I didn’t catch your name.”
Taking his hand, Colt grips it tightly. “Colt Nichols.” He twists Mel’s arm until it’s behind his back, and he uses him as a shield against his men. “Here’s the thing, Mel. I don’t want to give youshit. In fact, I wouldn’t even know who the fuck you were if you hadn’t made the biggest mistake of your fucking life.”
“Yeah? And what mistake was that?”
“You took my daughter. Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can make all of your deaths very, very painful.”
The laugh from Mel angers Colt enough that he nearly pops the man’s shoulder out. “Hate to break it to you, man, but I ain’t got your daughter. In fact, I don’t have anyone’s daughter here.”
“All the girls you have are someone’s daughter, asshole,” Psycho growls.
Having Psycho and the rest of the Black Valley men show up was a welcomed surprise, and between Venom, Psycho, and Undertaker, Colt knows he’s got a solid team of men who will do anything it takes to make these sick perverts pay.
“Who the fuck is your daughter?” a man shouts.
He looks about twenty-five, and Colt glares.Tall, lanky, and easy to knock the fuck down.“Hailey.”
Mel shouts as he struggles against Colt’s grip. “Gary, you said she was a fucking orphan!”
“That’s what her slutty roommate told me! Before I went where no man has ever gone before, she told me her roommate had no family.”
