CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
King Porky’s men didn’t even knock. They kicked in the door, even though it was unlocked.
“Where’s that Lester motherfucker?” someone cried. 4Ball stormed into the house with a pistol. His jeans legs were rolled up and covered in bandages from where Natkaal slashed him. The only thing missing was a cigarette in his mouth. Now he was snarling harder than Moo Moo ever did.
“Found him!” he cried, locking eyes on me.
“Good detective work,” I said under my breath.
4Ball swept his gaze around the room. “Gotcha during a family reunion, huh? Good. Your family is gonna enjoy this, Lester.”
More men poured into the house, and the number of people in my living room was giving me anxiety now. His Majesty strolled in, patting his baseball bat against his palm. He looked like a
