Page 4 of Echoes From Within
“He’s not supposed to reach out to anyone until his job is through,” Ghost says. “He’s going to get someone killed.”
“That’s why he reached out to the not-so-important prospect,” Colt laughs. “Anyway, he wanted to tell everyone that he’ll be out another week. I guess some shit went down with whoever it is he was hired to…”
“Go home,” I say before the idiot says another word in front of the detective who looks way too interested in the conversation.
“Oh, yeah,” Colt mutters uncomfortably. “Alright, I’ll go and get lunch for everyone.”
“Hired to what?” Detective Jacobs asks before Colt can leave.
Colt, freezing in place, glances at Ghost before turning his full attention to the detective.
“Oh, building something,” he says. “He and his crew were hired to build some sort of fancy house and it’s taking him longer than he originally thought.”
“Why would him contacting you all get someone killed?” Jacobs asks.
“Because the last time the dumbass called one of us he was on the roof and practically knocked someone off because he wasn’t paying attention.” Colt rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders. “The fucker never pays attention to his surroundings. More often than not he’s inside his own head. A bit like Venom over there.”
“Go the fuck home,” I repeat, trying not to laugh.
I’ll give it to him, that was smooth as fuck. Jacobs leans back in his chair, his mind once again far away.
Colt shoots me a wink before leaving.
With a look at Ghost, I know we’re thinking the same thing. Patching Colt in to be an official member of the Obsidian MC is going to be a good thing.
With the detective’s mind on whatever brought him here, I let my own mind wander to King. Apart from being a member of our MC, King is a mercenary. His current job is to find and “deal with” someone who is a risk to the client’s family. Hired to kill. That would be the best job description.
Pops created this club years back with the sole purpose of keeping our family together. With all of us boys, Ghost, Viper, Blaze, Steel, and myself, we were always out running the streets. Pops wanted to keep us safe the best way he could.
Ma and Pops adopted me shortly after my parents were killed. When no other family could deal with my “tantrums” they took me in and I’ve been part of the family since.
Over the years, we’ve expanded our club into a more formal MC club. Now, apart from the five of us brothers, we’ve patched in three more men. Colt will make the fourth. We’re a small club, but mighty.
We don’t exactly run shit by the books. Ghost owns a club called the Cage where he hosts the underground cage fights that I run and maintain. It’s where a huge portion of our money comes from. King is a hired hitman, don’t even get me started with Steel and Blaze, and I’m pretty sure Pops has started making moonshine.
“This better be important,” Blaze says as he waltzes through the door. “I was in the middle of something important.”
“He was watching bar renovation videos on his phone,” Steel rolls his eyes.
“Exactly, something important.”
“Sit down,” Ghost grumbles. “Jacobs has something he wishes to talk about.”
Once Steel and Blaze find their seats, we all turn our attention to the tired detective.
“Alright,” he sighs. “Women are being kidnapped.”
“Sadly, that’s not uncommon these days,” Steel says. “What do you need from us?”
“Help,” Jacobs answers wearily.
“You work with many other agents, detective,” Ghost says. “What could we possibly help you with that you can’t get from them?”
“Infiltration,” he says. “What I’m going to ask you to do is illegal. But, if I have to wait for the proper channels it would take several months before anything is approved.”
“Tell the daft fool to stop beating around the bush,”Doc grumps.
“Out with it,” I say out loud.