“I like normal days.” Dalton chuckles around a yawn and winks at her before shutting his eyes again.
“She kissed her teacher, Mrs.Sullivan, fucked Dalton in front of her, and got said teacher arrested all in one day,” Nicky says in a bored tone, not bothering to look up as he types on his laptop like a maniac.
I heard he’s good with a computer but I have yet to see that skill set of his. That’s a bit worrisome for me, what if he hacked into my shit? I narrow my eyes at him, seeing it’s pointless as he doesn’t glance up. His fingers stall for a split-second on the keyboard as Tey starts running his fingers through Nicky’s hair. Watching them for a while now, seeing the sexual tension even from afar, it’s about time they started acting on it. Love is love and I’m all for it. My gaze trails back to Tillie only to find her gaze locked on mine with a tilt of her head.
“No comment?” she asks.
“No. I expect nothing less from my queen.” My eyes become hooded, picturing her fucking up people’s lives while enjoying herself.
“Just like that?” She continues to stare at me like I’m a mystery.
“Just like that.” I shrug, crossing my arms over the top of her desk chair.
“No more kissing anyone else outside of your harem, little bitch,” Dalton mutters sleepily.
No wonder he’s denying a joint, he looks seconds from passing out. He fucked our girl to next Sunday and the fact that he is also now Prez… Life fucks you in the ass some days, but on good days there’s pussy like Tillie’s to sink yourself inside to escape everything else.
Her face grimaces as she shudders, likely from remembering kissing her teacher before she watches Logan pace the room through hooded, high eyes.
“Do it again and I’ll cuff you to the bed,” Nicky threatens with a grin like he enjoys that idea and finally glances up from his laptop. “Since we are all here and Franco has taken Diana to a charity dinner, now is the perfect time to discuss some things I’ve found.”
Logan stops pacing, standing at the end of the bed with his arms crossed. This will be interesting, I wonder if they took my advice to not trust Franco and start digging deeper.
“Just get it over with and tell me who I have to kill,” Tey says, nuzzling Tillie’s hair with his eyes closed.
I bet he could kill someone with his eyes closed and go for ice cream right after. I shift my gaze back to Nicky and see him staring at me with a knowing glint in his eyes.
“Dom was right. You did give some bread crumbs to follow at the rave.” Nicky shuts his laptop, takes a deep breath, and grabs Tillie’s hand in his like he needs the extra strength. She is the strongest woman I know, I don’t blame him for seeking her comfort. “Franco is now in the skin business. Has been for months,” Nicky says without emotion but squeezes Tillie’s hand harder.
“I can’t say I’m surprised. It was only a matter of time. What else did you learn from the hard drive I gave you?” Logan’s facial expression hardens, preparing himself for whatever else the hacker is going to say.
“As you already know, Jin has requested that Tillie dance at the auction. I’ve seen the guest list and the Los Muerte leader, Carlos, is going.” After Nicky delivers that bit of news that I already know, I lean forward to rest my chin on my forearms to watch the show.
“That son of a bitch! What is he doing?! I’m going to kill him! Fucking kill him!” Logan pulls at his neatly styled hair that always seems to never be out of place and spins around, punching the wall.
Tillie untangles herself between Tey and Nicky, climbing over Dalton at the end of the bed to stand behind Logan as he stares at the hole in the wall. She places her hand on his heaving back and when he doesn’t react, she plasters her body against his from behind while wrapping her arms around him. My eyebrows reach my hairline as I see him take a deep breath, gaining control of himself by just her touch alone. He turns around and wraps his arms around her like he’s never letting go. I huff out a breath when a surge of jealousy goes through me but it quickly calms when I see the way she stares up at him. The way she stares at all of us. She cares about these guys, us, even though at times I want to steal her away, she’s good for them. For all of us.
“It’s going to be okay. We’ll figure it out together. I need you to listen to this part.” She taps his temple with her index finger and places her hand over his heart. “And not this place. We have to think smart about this. What does Franco gain from this?”
“Power. All the power. Do you get it yet? Your shipments aren’t missing, it’s being stolen from right under your noses by Franco this whole time. Timing is key to everything and if he ordered you to take out the leader of Los Muerte by accusing them of stealing, what would you do?” I ask Logan, seeing the puzzle pieces start clicking together.
“I’d do it without questions. A rivalry breaks out, gang against gang. No one is left standing except Franco.” Logan looks flabbergasted like he was just knocked off his feet, squeezing Tillie one more time before letting go to pace again.
“He’s dipping his hands into all aspects. Gangs and motorcycle clubs. I wonder if my dad suspected anything? Does Jin? What is your father doing with all the guns he stole from my club?!” Dalton suddenly sits up, practically shouting and looking very awake.
“I would think, probably selling them to each gang for a full-on war in the streets.” I stroke my jaw, seeing that happening and many lives being lost, civilians too.
“Holy shit.” Tey grabs his legendary knife out of his boot and swirls it between his fingers as he stares off into space.
“Nothing gets past my father. Nothing,” Nicky says, banging the back of his head against the headboard as he stares up at the ceiling.
“You know Jin used to have my father sell on the streets for him right?” Everyone turns towards me as I casually drop that bit of information, something that’s always bugged me.
“What are you saying?” Nicky asks darkly, sitting up as his full attention focuses on me.
“You're right. Jin has always had eyes and ears everywhere. You never thought it was suspicious that the man he did cocaine and heroin business with suddenly gets accused of murdering a cop’s wife who was looking into the coming and goings of drugs made by Jin’s men?” All the blood drains from Nicky’s face, his gaze darting over to Logan who hasn’t said a word.
“Those drugs were never linked back to Jin. It was coming from your father’s meth houses. Franco did his research, undercover for months before my mother was murdered by your father.” Logan strides over to me with his fists clenched, but gets interrupted by an angry, little Latino.
