“Just that she may be scared shitless now, but she might come ’round at some point. I was brought up in a strict religious household. Never told anyone here that before. Never felt the need. That’s not my life anymore, f**kin’ far from it. Anyhow, when my folks died, I had to relearn life all over again. Lost my faith, my church, my support network. Lost my way for a while. I found my family here again with the Hangmen.”
You think she’s a Bible nut? I signed. It made some serious f**kin’ sense.
He shrugged. “Not sure exactly. Maybe? Just saying that was my path. But she ran from something; that’s for damn sure. She turned up confused, mute, bleeding. She had tattooed scripture on her wrist ’bout the end of days. She needs protecting by the look of things. She’s obviously been sheltered. She don’t know shit about life, like she’s been locked up in solitary for twenty years.”
Leaning back, I stared at the brown-stained ceiling. I sighed and rubbed my head. What if I didn’t come on the run? You take the lead and I stay with the bitch, get to the bottom of her deal? I signed and looked at Ky.
He laughed and shook his head in disbelief. “You’re kidding me, right? Fuck that! Don’t even think it, Styx. You gotta be there. You’re the f**kin’ Prez! Chechen’s are expecting you to be there. Club first.”
Fuck! If I ever see the bastard Russians again I’ll f**kin’ slit their throats. I’ll be gone nearly a f**kin’ month, had to go. Needed someone I could trust. Someone who’ll watch out for her while I’m gone, then sort through this shit when I get back.
Clearing my throat, I glanced to Rider and exhaled. He paled.
You take responsibility for her. Don’t come on the run to the Chechen deal. Stay here with her. You protect her until I get back.
I watched him swallow, then shake his head. “Prez, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Not asking you, brother. It’s a f**kin’ order. Need someone I trust watching over her while I’m gone. Someone who ain’t gonna f**k her while she sleeps.
His face twitched in nerves. “I… I’m not good with bitches, Styx. Never know how to talk to ’em. I’m not the right guy…” He trailed off apologetically.
That’s exactly why you’re the right brother for this job. While she’s here, you watch out for her, fix her leg. I don’t know, teach her shit, rules and such. Hell, what about f**kin’ life? You know the brothers will chase her tail if she isn’t owned. Can’t keep her here with no protection. Last thing we want is a f**kin’ rape. She’s already been through enough shit.
“Prez…” He rubbed his hands down his face. I had no idea why the f**ker never pulled pu**y. Never smoked, didn’t drink. Thought for a while he may’ve preferred cock, but I saw him watching the club sluts, f**kin’ ’em with his eyes. Just never touched them. His business. We all wrestle with our own demons. Just so happens that attitude helped me with Jane Doe.
You’re doing it! No questions. Right? I signed aggressively; making things real f**kin’ clear.
Rider frowned and began shuffling in his seat. “Right,” he agreed.
Ky leaped from his stool, face stern. He fetched the Patrón from behind the bar, slamming three shot glasses on the table and poured, not meeting my eyes.
“Just putting this out there, Styx. That girl is from a different world, whatever the f**k that is. Doubting whether she can be in this type of family, this kinda world. We both know you’re in for life. You’ll never leave.”
Point made. Leave it, I signed, losing my patience with both my VP and Rider f**kin’ squirming on his chair.
Ky didn’t.
“Just saying you need all your focus on this damn deal with the Chechens. We lose this deal and we’re f**ked. Focus on life on the road. We got bigger issues than caring for some religious pilgrim nutcase right now. Like the club’s a goddamn charity. I mean, what the hell? How’d you get to her age and have no f**kin’ clue about life? She could be big trouble. She acted like a kid tonight, man. A f**kin’ Kindergartner. You want pu**y, you got Lois to suck your cock. Stick with that shit.”
Rider tossed back his tequila and stood awkwardly. “Going to crash.”
I quickly signaled to Pit behind the bar to get the f**k out to.
As soon as I heard the door slam shut, I turned back to Ky and let the aggression being kept on hold fly loose. “Y-you and me are b-b-brothers, best f-friends, loyal ’t-t-til the f**kin’ end, but you quit this shit now. I-I-I’m not l-liking wh-where it’s h-headed.” I stood up, towering over him, but the stubborn motherfucker never broke eye contact.