“It depends on if he meant to do it. If it was an accident, a slip of the tongue during a conversation then he might have gotten away with a slap on the wrist. If his intentions were malicious, then words shouldn’t be said about what would happen to him. He was given a direct order, you can`t disobey that without suffering the consequences.”
She thinks about that for a little bit and nods her head, then she pulls out her phone and types a message. When she is done, she turns the phone toward me.
“Hey, it's Zoe, Finley gave me your number. She told me to tell you that I know who she is and you won’t get in trouble for talking to me.”
“Is that good?” In all of our friendship, she has never asked me to police her text before she sends it out, I wonder if she is asking me because she is interested in him or because he is part of the MC and she doesn’t know how to talk to a gangster?
“Perfect, y`all can talk for a while and when you are comfortable, bring up Hollow.” Her phone pings just as I hand it back to her.
I get up to leave her to her book and her text but when I get to the door I turn back, “Hey. Don’t tell them about your family unless you want them to…” I don’t finish my sentence because I can tell she knows exactly where I was going with my warning.
I have considered telling the club about her father several times, but the only thing that stopped me was that she should be the one to make that choice. I just told her that the club will kill her dad if they know what he did, now she gets to make the decision. She wouldn’t even have to ask the club to do anything, if she mentions what he used to do to her, the Club doesn’t even need her to tell them his name. They will find him.
There is something very wrong with a grown man that will touch a child. And his own daughter? I hope she does tell Top, and I hope the guys drag it out, let the man suffer until his heart gives out.
My phone starts to ring and a huge smile breaks across my face, “Hello.”
“Good afternoon, sugar.” How in the hell did I live for over six months without hearing Scars’ voice? “I just got done meeting with your father.”
I didn’t realize that Scar wasn’t still in the city, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why he felt he needed to rush home and see my father. His loyalty to the club would have driven him to go have a conversation with him. The respect that all of the club members have for my dad is flawless, all three of them probably felt that a conversation was needed but there is no chance in hell that all three of them would leave the city without me. Bell might have gone with him, but Pyro was with me.
“How did that go?” He doesn’t sound to be in pain and I can’t imagine that my father would hurt him before he’s done anything wrong, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t hit him one good time just for sleeping with his daughter.
“Good, we had a few drinks, some laughs, all’s good here. I wanted to know if you are going to the party this weekend?” I know he is asking because they aren’t serving the alcohol, I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked me not to go.
“I am, I have to watch out for my sisters, I won’t drink though.”
“We can’t control the alcohol, but Banks is sending some men to attend. Younger guys, maybe even prospects, men that will blend in, and Mr. Rojas will have some of his people there as well, you will probably recognize some of them. When I know who is coming from the club, I will let you know. I think there should be enough security to keep anything from happening…” He trails off and I stop in my tracks when I put together why.
They can follow the guys giving out the drugs, they might even be able to stop the ASG. But if no one else is taken by the guys doing the raping we have no chance of figuring out who they are and making sure that it doesn’t happen again. My stomach balls into knots at the thought of someone else going through that.
“There has to be a better way,” I head up to my room, not wanting to have this conversation out here.
“I don’t have a better idea, do you?”
I don’t… “Damnit!”
“I know sugar. It’s not great and it kills me just thinking about it, but I want these fuckers off the street.” The anger in his voice is palpable, I don’t know the last time that I heard him get worked up over something.
The guys follow a very specific set of rules; not hurting women and children is at the very top of that list.
“I know.” I plop on my bed and look up at the fan, “Hey. You never told me who the guy was in DIK that’s been the mule?” I hadn’t thought to ask before because I know they are watching whoever it is closely. I might be able to find something they can’t though.
“Dude’s name is Travis; we don’t know if he has anything to do with the rape, but the drugs are the same. I don’t think it’s a coincidence, most drug dealers don’t do stupid shit like this, but most people wouldn’t be dumb enough to sell drugs from the ASG.” He has a point, anyone that knows anything about the drug business in this country knows it’s a suicide mission to work with or for anyone that isn’t connected to the Mexican Mafia.
Peddling drugs for the ASG is essentially a death sentence.
Something about Travis has me not surprised that he’s the one. He got kicked off the soccer team for failing a drug test, he wasn’t here on scholarship, so he just went on without sports. I don’t know much about his life before here but if I remember properly, he usually brought the party favors. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before, honestly, it makes me a little mad that I didn’t think to tell the guys he might be a person of interest.
“I’m going to—”
“Do nothing. Please. The day will come but don’t do anything out of the ordinary for now. Bell is going to follow the kid that Travis meets with for a while longer and see if he can figure out where he is going. Bell is pretty pissed that he has managed to evade him so many times and the local cops can only be paid to do so much without calling in the mafia. They are hoping that we can handle it before that’s necessary, they don’t have any other reason for the cops in this city to be on their payroll and if they start it now, they will never be able to stop paying them without killing them. No one wants to do that right now.”
That’s the tricky part of paying someone off, sometimes—too often—they get greedy, and then they try to get more from you. When they can’t, most of them will try and blackmail you, only a dead man would blackmail the Mafia. As for the MC, people know we are dangerous, but they don’t know just how far we will go for things like this.
Sadly, the city is going to find out.
The MC won’t stop until they have caught everyone involved. The stupid boys involved in the rapes will probably die, and the ones dealing the drugs will be dealt with by the mafia. For now, they will simply disappear, but their bodies will turn up one day. It might not be for 30 years, in a barrel at the bottom of a lake, but someone will find them eventually.