Page 8 of Bedlam
“I’m not a fucking child anymore. What is it that the three of you need?” I spit, wanting to get this fucking over with so I can get back to my brother.
“We need you to solidify a deal with the Cypress boys. Old man Cypress would never do business with us, but now that he’s long gone, and his grandson Harley is in charge, we want a deal with them.” My father says and I roll my eyes.
“And why does that fall on me?” I ask digging in my pocket, pulling out a joint.
“Because he’s around your age and I would like to think you are persuasive. Soon you will be taking over the family business and we want that territory. It’s lucrative and will open more avenues for us.” He informs, but little does he know; we alreadyhave them in our pocket, but I’ll play the game for a bit. Appease them while I use this to my advantage.
“You know they’re going to want to barter. What is the percentage we are willing to go? Do you have a contract drawn up?” I ask, rolling the joint between my fingers as I light it. Taking a deep pull, I wait for the answers as Dalton produces a contract. As he hands it to me, I blow smoke in his face. Taking the papers, he growls, but I keep hitting the joint, paying no mind to the piece of shit.
“Ideally, we would like 70/30, but those boys are smart, so we are willing to do 50/50 if it comes to that, but we need you to play the game,” Armando informs me and I nod.
“So, they would be the distro and we send out the minions to get us all paid, since we have more bodies than they do?” I ask and they all nod.
“What’s in Daggerspoint that we need the territory?” I ask. I need to know exactly what they think they will gain from this, even if we have it already. I’ve been in contract with Caspian specifically, for almost a year already. The weed I’m smoking is his, and these three have no idea, and wouldn't even think of asking. Fucking idiots.
“The Dungeon is one, but they have the pipeline for other things we need.” My father says and I raise a brow.
“Elaborate please. You want me to take over, right? Maybe it’s time to let me in a little more.” I say, taking another hit off the joint.
“The Dungeon is for trafficking. We need to get away from the dock for that. It’s starting to get hot out there and it’s too much of a risk. As for the pipeline, you will be privy when I feel you are ready for that. It’s a shame your biker slut kicked the dust. She was a huge piece to that puzzle.” He says and I see fucking red, but before I can even react, a gun is pressed to my temple.
“Don’t even think about it. Just get the contract signed. You have one week.” Armando states, and I growl. He cocks the gun, hitting the barrel against my temple, thinking I’m like his son, but I don’t take the fucking bait. I take another hit off my joint and step back.
Blowing out the smoke, I flick it at them and spin, knowing damn well they could shoot me, but at this point, death is better than living a life without Jade.
Hours later, I’m leaving the hospital in Dario’s suburban, not knowing where the fuck he went. I’ve been texting him and haven’t heard shit back. One can only assume Marsela came for him and now he’s stuck in his own hell.
I slam my fist against the steering wheel, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Before I left, the doctors came in to let me know Jay flatlined again and had lost a lot of blood. He’s had a few blood transfusions, but being that he flatlined twice, there was a slight bleed on the brain and his body put itself into a coma. He’s stable for now in his own room, but all we can do is wait. I stayed until the nurses kicked me out, and now I’m not sure where to go.
The Academy is no more and I can’t bring myself to go back there now to get our things. What I need, is fucking sleep, and her. Then I can figure out what the fuck to do next.
I’m so deep in my head that I don’t realize I drove myself to the only home I’ve ever known. Babygirl’s house. Pulling into the driveway, the first thing I notice is a Harley parked and a few bodies laying in the lawn. I need to shut the gates so no one comes snooping around.
Putting the truck in park and shutting it off, I open the center console and grab the pistol, making sure it’s loaded. Getting out, I walk past the bike and dead bodies, right through the open door. Whoever is here was already alerted the minute I pulled into the driveway.
Stepping into the foyer, a gun is pressed to my temple for the third time tonight. “Where is my sister?” he says, “And drop your fucking gun you little shit, now!” He shouts behind me. I place my gun on the floor and kick it away. Showing him I’m not a threat, I hold my hands up and he removes the gun from my head. Taking a deep breath, I turn to him and see that it’s one of the twins. Holy shit.
“Dead!” I spit, and his eyes widen.
“What the fuck do you mean she’s dead?” He yells, as a tear rolls down his face. Fuck. I need to keep it together. Shaking my head, I change the subject.
“Ryder?” I question as I squint, making sure Ryker didn’t suddenly break out of the hospital, “Christ, I thought you were your brother! Where the fuck have you been? We’ve been searching for you. Does anyone else know you’re okay?” I ask, concern laced in my tone. He looks fucking terrible. He’s not wearing his glasses and his eyes are damn near swollen shut as one hand holds his ribs and the other is still holding his gun.
“I’m fine,” he squints. I’m assuming he can’t fucking see that great. “Don’t think you’re fucking slick. I need fucking answers.” He groans, stumbling a bit.
“Fucking hell, come on, let's get you cleaned up. First, tell me what happened. It seems we have a lot to catch up on.” I say, grabbing a hold of him so he doesn't fall.
“Those Russian fuckers ambushed the drop, shot my brother, and took me. After beating me to a bloody pulp, they dumped me at the clubhouse.” He rasps, trying to take a breath. I want to call Doc and have him checked out, but I know what’s in the next room and I’m not ready to face it.
Walking us into the kitchen, refusing to look into the living room, I lean him against the island as I go to the sink, bending down to grab the first aid kit underneath and place it on the counter.
Walking to the fridge, I grab two bottles of water, handing him one. He nods as we both open them, guzzling the water down. Jesus Christ. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until now. He slams the bottle down and his eyes lock with mine.
“Come here, let me at least clean your eye. If you want me to call Doc, just say the word.” I inform and he shakes his head.
“What I want is answers.” He growls, making his way around the island towards me. If I didn’t know him the way I do, I would’ve thought he was Ryker with all the anger and rage projecting from him. But they have different colored eyes and normally he wears glasses. How the fuck was he able to see getting over here?
“Well, we can talk while I disinfect your wounds. Deal? How the fuck can you even see anything right now?” I ask. Taking out everything I need, standing in his space, I get to work.