Page 98 of The Heir
Sonya never left the hostess booth, though she did peek our way when it all seemed to have calmed down.
“Again?” She sighed.
Makaveli stepped out and made a wet smacking sound with his mouth before shrugging, “Fucking tweakers, man, call the ambulance. You saw he was attacked, and that bastard ran after shooting him.”
“I always do,” Sonya groaned, snatching the phone off the wall. “Do I need to–?”
Mak held up two fingers and nodded, earning another groan and an eye roll from Sonya.
She placed her call and then hurried into the office where she promptly surveyed the floor on her hands and knees. She came out and dropped something in Mak’s hands, before glancing at the surveillance camera.
“They’re here,” she announced.
“We’re not.” Mak jerked his head, urging me to come on and took off across the showroom floor in a jog.
I hadn't realized the place was shut down for the meeting, until I followed him in. The stage was empty, and the tables were freshly waiting on an audience. We dipped out a side door and slowly crept behind a couple of semi-trucks that were parked on the edge of the lot, coming out right along the Steel Disciples clubhouse.
“What if they tell the court that I ain’t at work?”
“You’re on lunch.” he informed me. “Fucking clock out next time or someone might write you up.”
I narrowed my gaze at him, and he snorted.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Blaze
“There he is.” Makaveli announced when he noticed Mackie pulling into the lot. I could tell the minute Mackie realized the place was swarming with cops, he hit his brakes so hard he slid a little and zipped it to the left in a big damn hurry.
“Fucking dumbass.” Mak laughed, before stepping out from under the clubhouse canopy and waving him over.
Mackie parked nearby and jogged toward us, “What the fuck–?”
“Nicky boy had an accident.” Mak explained.
Mackie visibly relaxed before asking, “Oh, was it an expensive one?”
Mak grunted, and then grew serious, “Only five K. Listen, I need you and Blaze to get an address on that middleman of his for me, ask around the club tonight.”
Mackie nodded and glanced toward me, “You ready?” He slowly cut his gaze across the illuminated parking lot.
I glanced that way and groaned, holding a hand up to shield my eyes, “Fuck, those things are obnoxious,”
“Ain’t they. Even more so when they’re bouncing off your bedroom walls. Keep that in mind,” Mackie quipped.
“Yeah– Will do.” I nodded, while giving the back of his head a ‘what the fuck’ look.
Makaveli laughed at us, and I hurriedly fixed my face and fell into step beside Mackie.
“Ah, look at them two hoodrats,” May’s hyper voice split the melody of police radios as he moved away from a rusted, white van in what would have been the third row if the police had parked in proper order.
“Fucker, if they catch you here–” I started.
“‘Catch’ is the key word my friend, and you know I give them a damn good run for their money when they’re trying to catch me,” May sang with a smile.
I shook my head and laughed.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a car turn into the massive parking lot and veer toward the Steel Disciples building.