“Let’s go,” Riley yells.
We rush through the door, causing almost everyone to look our way.
“Where the fuck is Thomas?” I call out.
The girls on stage are screaming and the customers are running for shelter. I notice Marco over by the bar, and it takes me a few short strides to reach him. I grab him by the shirt and slam him against the wall. “Where is he?”
I see the fear in his eyes as I follow them over to the other side of the room. Pussy, he gave him right up. Enzo and Kace notice, too, and rush over there. I drop Marco and run over. Thomas is leaning against the wall smiling.
“This is an unexpected visit,” he says.
“Just how we wanted it,” I replied. “We can do this the easy way if you just answer my questions. Where are Dom and Kingsley?”
He laughs and reaches for his gun. I slam him against the wall and Enzo grabs his gun. I get right in his face, my breath fanning across his, as my forearm presses on his throat. “Wrong answer dickhead.”
I punch him once across the face and pull my knee up, connecting with his ribs. He tries to fight back, but we are all surrounding him now. “Fuck, I have no idea,” he cries out.
“Not good enough, lets go,” I say, pulling his arm.
“Fuck you. I’m not going with you,” he spits out.
This time we all laugh. Kace and I grab him and drag him out the front door. Alex opens the back door of the van and jumps in. He grabs the duct tape, tapping Thomas’ hands behind his back, his ankles, and puts a piece on his mouth. We lift him in and wrap the seatbelt around him.
“You good?” I ask Alex, as we slam the door closed.
He looks in the window and smiles. “Oh yeah.”
I check behind us to make sure none of the Vegas Kings are causing problems. Riley and Porter have their guns drawn, but they are almost to us.
“Let’s fucking go,” Brooks yells.
We all jump on our bikes and peel out of there. I hear a faint gunshot and double check to make sure everyone is whole. A smile spreads across my face as we travel further from Club Kingsley. It’s not Dom or Kingsley, but it’s a fucking start, finally.
It takes about a half hour to get to the warehouse that will be Souls Two. Alex parks the van and we all pull in next to it. I light a cigarette as I climb off my bike, making my way toward Alex.
“Everything good?” I ask.
“Yep. He’s shit company though. Didn’t say a word the entire,” he says, laughing.
Enzo yanks open the door and I’ll give it to Thomas, he doesn’t show any fear. If he’s scared, the angry look in his eyes is hiding it well. “Get him inside,” Enzo demands.
Riley and Alex grab him, while the rest of us head inside. I look around, thinking about all the work it’s going to take to get this place up and running. It’s dark, cold, and dirty. There’s old metal all over, no electricity, the ceiling has ducts hanging out of it, and the few windows up by the ceiling are broken. It’s a huge place though and if you look past all the garbage and mess, you can see the potential. It’s in an up and coming area, so I think the business will do very well. It may even do better than the original. The money we’ll need to put out to get it going, will be well worth it.
“Grab a chair,” Kace says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Porter grabs a rusty chair out of a pile of metal and sits it in the middle of the room. Brooks pushes Thomas onto the chair, while Enzo and Kace use duct tape to assure he doesn’t move. He’s struggling, but there isn’t much he can do with his hands and legs already tapped together. Once he’s secure, Enzo roughly rips the tape off his mouth.
“Fuck,” Thomas yells.
I push everyone out of the way, grabbing my gun.
“Z, woah, fucking chill,” Kace yells.
“Zane, what the fuck,” Brooks shouts.
“For Christ sake,” Enzo mumbles.
I ignore them all and push the Glock against his temple. “We’re gonna ask you some questions, Thomas.