Property Of Reaper King

13- Decker

“I don’t give a f**k that the car’s here, Prez. What I do give a f**k about is that it’s here, and it’s still standing still.” Razor, the oldest patched member in the entirety of Iron Clad spoke. He was here during Cole’s Father’s time and had a plan to stay longer. “They’re f*****g snakes. This is how it starts. You let one in and it turns into a f*****g bunch of ‘em,”

Church was holding in the basement, the only place it ever held. There were five of us gathered around the oval table with an overhead barely hanging light Cole refused to replace. “You’re right. I should blow the car up in smithereens. Just like Father would,”

Razor blushed. He didn’t like being reminded about how old he was— or how long he had lived and he looked away. “W-Well, I’m sure the youngins can think of something new—”

Slink looked around the table. “Yeah, Razor. We’re tryna think of what to do. This is all new territory for us, especially for Prez. That’s why we’re here. To give our opinion.”

“Doesn’t sound like he’s taking our opinion, does it?” Garett spun the knife he always carried in his hand. His face was impassive, as always. “Sounds like he’s made up his mind. As he always does,”

Cole said nothing about it. He stared around, his fingers tapping the table. Then his eyes settled on me. “Decker?”

I stayed silent during the meetings. That was my job. To observe. I gave the occasional word here and there but I never spoke and Cole never expected me to. But ever since a faerie looking fawn with the soul of satan crossed back into this threshold, everything’s gone haywire. “We don’t know much about Blake Benson. So the car stays,”

Razor snorted. “What that gotta do with what we just said? I swear, he’s all f*****g muscle—”

“And your Vice President. You’re getting to seventy. I’m sure you wanna get to eighty as well,” Cole cut in. “Continue Decker,”

“All we know about him is from the rumours we’ve gotten. He’s a business man with almost godlike precision and keeps his hand clean. Serpents slithered around our territory for months but they’re all silent now.” My voice went lower. “I met him once and there was a look in his eyes I’d seen in only one person in my many years on the street. And that look was of someone ready to burn everything to the ground and themselves as well.”

“You met him?” Garett raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think any of us knew about that.”

That’s because I had my d**k sucked immediately after by the one person who shouldn’t have done it and for the first time in my forty years of life, I had a real orgasm and I don’t know what to do with myself.

“Didn’t last.”

“On our territory because I know you don’t stray too far,” Razor turned back to Cole. “See what I said? We had a f*****g agreement. They don’t come here and we share a shipping territory but if they’re gonna blatantly—”

“Meeting is adjourned. I want to speak to Kane alone.”

The room cleared without arguement. Garett left first, twirling his knife as always. Slink nodded once and left quietly. Razor took his time, scraping his chair and sulking the way old people did when they wanted attention and left.

Cole’s eyes settled on me. “Let me guess. Remy ran away.”

“I brought her back.”

“You left him alive?”

There it was. The Calloway’s response to anything they didn’t want to think twice on. “We already have too much on our plate. And you know this. Plus, as I said, I brought her back—”

Cole was suddenly on his feet, his eyes wide. “I told you to keep her safe.”

I stared back at him. “I told you to take her back.”

He stared at me with a gaze I’d known far too long. Trust. He trusted me when he couldn’t bear being home with his wife when he found out about her drugs. He trusted me to make sure that Remy was safe. He trusted me to handle the funeral arrangements because he didn’t want to be present for it.

I deserve to get f*****g shot in the head.

Cole sighed and sat back down on his ugly chair. “I don’t want more bloodshed than necessary.”

It would be a quick bloodshed. We had partnerships with littler gangs in the area, the cops were on our side and so did the town’s people.

But Cole Calloway had lost one person and felt the pain of it. He didn’t want anyone else suffering the same thing. “I don’t think she should get her patch.”

Cole looked at me. “I was sure you of all people would want that.”

I thought I did.

Six months. She’d find someone younger. Something else to fixate about. She was a kid. They always found something far more interesting to play around with.

But I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered how hot and tight she was. How she pushed her ass into me. How she sucked me like she’d been starving for years and I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

I couldn’t f*****g stand it. “She’s reckless. Impulsive too. I know you think I’m Jesus Christ but she’s not a team player. If she ends up getting that patch— hell, if she stays here any longer, they’re no guarantee that she won’t start her own war within—”

The door to the basement door burst open.

Cole’s face sharpened instantly. Was almost a surprise to see how fast his killer instincts returned, his eyes hard as ice, “What the f**k—?”

Wolf burst in, staring at him first, then at me. He had that look. It was the same look he used to wear when a certain someone did s**t and he wasn’t supposed to tell me.

My blood pressure. She’s raising my blood pressure.

“Prospect Remy is having a race with Rookie Carl. On the quarry,” He said this to Cole. Then he fell back to me again and swallowed. “And her racing partner is… Is Blake Benson.”

…

My jaw flexed. “Of course he f*****g is. Get my jacket.”