“Isn’t there a guy who works at the hardware store in town called Kenneth?” Blizzard offered with a snap of his fingers.
Anthony’s smile didn’t falter. “I believe he joined your club, you may know him as Target,” he continued, his eyes refusing to even acknowledge my brother but instead staying glued to me.
“Can’t help you there. Target hasn’t been around for a while now,” I told him with a shrug.
His eyes drilled through me, I wasn’t even sure he was blinking, but I didn’t waiver. I wasn’t scared of this asshole.
He hummed and pulled on the cuffs of his suit jacket. “Well, that is a shame.”
“If you say so. I’m not really too disappointed myself. He was kind of ugly anyway.”
“Yeah, he reminded me one of those animals,” Blizzard tapped his head like he was fighting to remember, “What is it called again?”
I stared straight into Anthony DePalma’s eyes. “A rat.”
“That’s it!”
The smile dropped from his face instantly and I was met with a hard glare. This man was used to people cowering at his feet. He practically owned the east coast and seemed like he was looking to expand, and the Brothers by Blood were at the top of his hit list.
The DePalma family had their fingers in almost every type of organized crime that you could think of. Drugs, guns, prostitution, contract killing—if it was illegal then they were in some way involved. They had plenty of competition from others, the Russians, the Irish and other street gangs, but for some reason they’d chosen to come after my club. If that wasn’t a declaration of war then I didn’t know what was.
“I believe you misunderstood. It’s a shame for you that Iwillhave to hold your club responsible for my missing son.”
“Maybe Kenneth got sick of his daddy being up his ass all the time and decided he needed a break.”
“Do you know who I am?”
I didn’t speak, but he knew the answer—of course, I did.
“I have a lot of resources at my disposal. My reach is a lot further than that of your club.”
“Yet you still chose to come after us, well before your precious son went missing.”
He sneered at me, his composure falling. “You hurt my family, and where I come from there’s only one way to rectify that. Blood for blood.” He straightened his suit jacket, his face relaxing as he took a step back toward his car. His little minion quickly pulled the door open for him. “I will be in touch very soon. You can count on that.”
I didn’t speak, but we watched silently as the car pulled away from the curb.
“Well, that was enlightening,” Wrench scoffed.
“Call church,” I ordered sharply. “We need information and a plan. Target must have left a clue somewhere.”
My men quickly scattered and I pulled my phone from my back pocket, dialing a number and holding it to my ear.
“What’s up, brother?” Kit answered.
“She there?”
He laughed. “Yeah man, she’s here. Her and Harms haven’t left the bedroom since she arrived.”
I sighed in relief and pulled at my hair in frustration. “Good. I’ve just had a house call from Anthony DePalma.”
“Any clue as to what’s going on yet?” Kit asked, his tone quickly turning serious.
“No, but until we do, you watch her like a hawk,” I told him sternly.
“I will, bro.”
I hung up. I had full faith in my brother.
Kit and I had known each other for a very long time and even though we came from separate chapters, we were basically raised together.
I knew he’d do whatever was needed to be done in order to keep Chelsea safe, but until she was back here with me and in my arms, my anxiety levels would be through the roof.
God help anyone who tried to fuck with me.