Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“I’ll let you boys handle it,” Dylan said, while swallowing and looking somewhat terrified. “Well, seeing as you don’t need me, and this was just a simple dispute amongst friends, I will leave you to it.”
Within minutes, they heard his car’s engine turn over, and then he was gone.
“Wow, I don’t know if I should be disappointed, impressed, or just worried for the town of Carnage that we somehow have a coward in the sheriff’s office,” Thomas said.
“He means well,” Bull said.
“Means well. You mention the cartel and he runs out of here. You guys aren’t suspicious and like, shitting your pants?” Thomas asked. “Am I supposed to be worried about the bar?”
“I’m going to have men stationed at the bar. You don’t have to worry.”
“I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got shit to do.”
“Anyone notice that Pat suddenly has attitude?” Grant said.
He and Grant didn’t have the best track record. Actually, that wasn’t true, Grant always seemed to have an issue with him.
“Do you want to sit on your ass and wait around to get shot?” Pat asked.
“You see, that’s the thing. You’re usually so calm, so in control. Nothing bad can make Pat lose his cool. Yet, you’ve got attitude, you’re snapping, and you’re insulting. I like it. It kind of reminds me of me.” Grant then laughed, and touched his VP patch. “Maybe I’ve rubbed off on you in all the right ways.”
Pat did not have time for this. He looked toward Bull and without needing to say a word, he waited.
Bull nodded. “Yeah, go and figure it out, and be careful. If it is a cartel order, that could mean they’re close, and they’re expecting you.”
He was hoping for it.
Leaving the bar, he stepped out, and he always had a backup, but now his backup needed a fucking backup.
“Don’t for a second think you’re going somewhere without me,” Rusty said, following him outside.
“There’s not going to be any pussy.”
“Ha-ha, very funny, but in case you don’t remember, I’m the enforcer here, and it’s my job. So why don’t you keep your wiseass comments, and just tell me which place we’re hitting first.”
He gave the name of the tattoo parlor that had recently opened. It was right at the end of the main street in Carnage. It was so new, Pat didn’t even know the name of the guy running it.
“You’re going to Edith’s place,” Rusty said. “So, there is pussy I’ll get to see.”
“Edith’s place?”
“Yeah, she has got a fucking great mouth. Does some of the best ink around, but she has issues. She might not want to talk to you with me tagging along.”
“Then why the fuck are you tagging along?” Pat asked.
“Because I get to make sure you don’t get killed.”
“I won’t get killed.”
“Dude, there are no rules now, you know that, right?”
“I don’t need rules to take care of myself. It’s a case of me or them, and you know what, it’s going to be me.” He straddled his bike, and without another word, he was on the road, heading toward Carnage.
It wasn’t a long ride by bike, and he was pissed off. There was nothing wrong with his current bike, but it was his backup, and he hadn’t spent a lot of time breaking this bike in. He was pissed that he’d not taken the time to get it feeling just right. It felt like a new bike, and he didn’t quite trust the machine yet.
Arriving at Edith’s place, the town was quiet, but the parlor shop was open. The red neon OPEN sign glowed.
“She’s an early riser but goes to bed early,” Rusty said.
“Is there anyone in this town you haven’t fucked?”
“Yeah, there are quite a few, thank you very much.”
“Name one?”
“The fabric shop women. Never even gotten close to them.”
Pat felt his hands clench. “And you’ll never go fucking near them,” he said.
Rusty looked at him and then held up his hands. “Whoa, do I need to remind you I’m your club brother right now?”
He didn’t like the thought of Rusty sniffing around Ava, Violet, or their mother. He had yet to properly meet the mother, but on paper, she looked like a good woman. The other day at the dog place hadn’t exactly been ideal.
“You keep clear of the fabric shop. You got it?”
“Dude, seriously, I’m starting to wonder about you. You got a thing for the fabric girls, they are all yours.”
He wasn’t about to get into it. Shaking his head, he entered the shop, and the air had a scent of lemon.
The woman behind the counter looked up. She smiled at Pat, but the moment she caught sight of Rusty, it turned into a glare. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I see that you remember me.”
“Remember you. You fucked me, got free ink, and stalked out like a little bitch, and gave me the fucking clap, you piece of shit.”