“I’m sure, but still. How would taking out GQ do a damn thing?” I was livid at these two smug men, sitting there like GQ had only suffered a scrape on the knee.
“It’s just how Leo works.” Fabio sipped his drink, then continued. “He craves chaos and mayhem. But you don’t need to worry. His house of cards is crumbling after a botched alliance.”
“His young bride left him at the altar.” Pietro laughed heartily. “No bride. No alliance.” He chuckled some more.
Holy shit! Was he talking about Silvia? “Who’s the alliance with?”
“A small crime family. They’re nothing to worry about.” Pietro waved his hand.
“I understand, but who? I should know to better protect my club.”
“He won’t bother you,” Fabio replied. “He lost the contract with Costa. I hear he’s going off the rails and tearing his world down. Snorting and shooting up.”
I bolted out of the chair. “Miguel Avila, right?”
“Do you know him?” Fabio asked, appearing surprised.
“Yes. What else can you tell me?”
“Only that he can’t find his sister. My sources tell me he’s hitting his old stomping grounds. He’s unhinged.”
“I need to get back. If he’s shooting up and off the rails, he might start a war with me.” I grabbed the leather satchel of money. “Thank you.”
“If you need our help, you got it.” Fabio stood and shook my hand.
“Appreciate it. But we’ll handle Avila.”
If my ex-friend was coming for my club, he’d find out real fast that nobody fucks with the Kings.
I ran out to my crew, who were eating homemade lasagna and drinking beer.
“Let’s go!” I shouted at them.
“What’s up, Prez?” Slay asked.
“Avila’s coming for me.” No question in my mind he wanted my blood next. He’d always been bloodthirsty when drugs were involved. His self-destructive benders could last weeks.
I called Quino. I’d left him to manage the clubhouse and to watch over Silvia.
“Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,” he answered.
“Do you have eyes on Silvia?” I could hear he was in the bar. Music was playing.
“Yes.”
“Did they find Javi yet?”
“No. What’s going on, Jefe?”
“Avila is coming for us. It’s a long story, but you need to lock everyone down. Keep my woman with you. Don’t let her out of your sight.”
“So, she is your woman?” He snorted.
“Now isn’t the time for I told you so’s, pendejo. This shit is serious.” I’d wring his neck when I got home.
For almost two decades, I didn’t have to worry about Miguel Avila. I personally knew what a psychopath he was and what drugs did to him.
My clubhouse was out in the open. We didn’t have concrete walls to keep nutjobs like Miguel out. If he brought an army with semiautomatics, they could do a lot of damage. I needed to get home to protect my club and my woman.