“I made the fucking shot!” Onyx spat out the words, and I rushed forward, stopping inches from him.
“I told you not to shoot. You didn’t listen. I don’t care whether you made the shot or not, next time you disobey me, your ass is out. Brother or not.”
Onyx took a step forward, a silent way of showing me I didn’t intimidate him. If he knew how close I was to beating the shit out of him, he wouldn’t have made such a bold statement. If Onyx wasn’t my little brother, and I hadn’t made a promise to our dad that I’d take care of his stubborn ass, I would have beaten the shit out of him right now.
“Next time, do as you’re told,” I warned with a snarl.
“I wouldn’t have taken the shot if I thought there was a chance I’d miss.”
“I don’t give a fuck if you have x-ray vision. The next time I tell you to not shoot…you don’t motherfucking shoot!” Anger reverberated as I spat out the words, and I kept my glare pinned on his. It was about the only physical trait we shared, our height. We had the same dad, but not the same womb. His hair was lighter than mine. Shoulder length. His eyes were a sky-blue, the kind of blue that could charm the panties off any woman. But his arrogant attitude pissed me off more than half the time.
I stared him down while I stood a mere foot away from him. “Do not ever disobey my direct order again. Understood?”
“You know I’m the best—”
“Understood!” My voice boomed through the room, my rage echoing off the walls. The animosity between us was toxic, and judging by the silence around us, the other guys felt it as well.
Onyx’s face was hard, one corner of his mouth turned up. Those motherfucking blue eyes were currently shooting bullets at my skull.
“Understood,” he gritted out in disdain.
“Good. And just so you know, someone called the cops reporting they heard gunfire. Not only did you risk her life, but you risked exposing all of us. So before you decide to get your brooding ass in a twist over being chewed out by your big brother, think about the rest of the guys.”
“We were on the back roads, Granite. No one saw.”
“Well, someone heard.”
“Yet nothing came of it.”
I clenched my jaw. “Because, lucky for you, we have guys at the precinct currently on our fucking payroll.”
Onyx lifted a brow and shrugged. “Well, then. Why the worried face, brother? It all turned out great.”
“Dude has a point,” Ink commented behind me, and I clutched the blade tighter in my hand.
“Get the prospects to clean this shit up.” I turned and walked out.
There was no doubt I loved my brother. But did I think he was ready to be vice president of the club? No. But our dad did, and there was no one’s judgement I trusted more than our old man’s. I just fucking hoped Onyx would grow up—and soon.
“So,” I heard Ink say behind me, “we got the girl. Two bodies, thanks to all our local psychos. What do we do now?”
I rubbed my forehead, pinching my eyes closed. “We wait.”
“For what?”
“For the police commissioner’s call.”
“Right. After that, we need to make sure we have enough evidence to go to war against the Pythons.”
“We’ll have the evidence.”
“Someone is going to have to hurt her, you know? The girl.”
I bit my lip then cursed. “The dead prospects left enough evidence on her face.”
“Holy shit, is that why—”
I turned and glared at him before he could end his sentence. He saw the promises of pain by just staring at my face, so he shut his mouth.