“And how’d that work out for you?” I asked.
The woman was old, but she wasn’t frail. Her hand shot out, and the slap echoed around the room. I wasn’t a pussy who believed women shouldn’t be hit. The only thing that kept me from killing this bitch was the four men standing behind her.
“Do not test me, Zephyr. I gave you everything you have, and I can take it away just as easily.”
“Satan’s Angels is mine,” I shouted, slamming a fist against my chest. “It’s my birthright as the oldest son.”
Sylvia St. James threw her head back and laughed. No, she didn’t laugh; she fucking cackled like the witch she was.
“You think that fucking matters? You think Cordell would give his legacy to his bastard?”
My jaw ached with the way I clenched my back teeth together. My eyes shot to the men standing behind her. Each one had a hand on their holstered weapon.
I calculated my odds. The time I needed to snap her fucking bird neck was only three seconds. But those men wouldn’thesitate to shoot me. I considered whether killing this bitch was worth dying over.
In the end, I knew I had too many years left to waste it on her. Too much pussy still waiting for me to sink my dick into. She’d get hers, once we finished what we had set out to do.
“I have a lead on her.”
“Then get it done.”
Sylvia stormed out, followed by her fucking goons, and I pulled my phone out. Hitting a few numbers, I waited for him to answer.
“Hello?”
“You find her yet?”
“Yes, sir,” he said.
“Where the fuck is she?”
“No, sir, I wasn’t able to get it done.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I asked where she was, not if you had her.”
“Who you talking to, Prospect?”
Damn, the kid wasn’t alone.
“Tell him it’s your grandfather,” I said.
“My grandfather, VP. He needs help moving some shit.”
I was quiet on the line as I listened to the back and forth. When the fucking vice president finally let up, I said, “Meet me in Perryville.”
“That won’t work, Gramps. Too heavy.”
“You need to take someone with you, Prospect?” I heard through the line again.
“No, VP. It’s too heavy for my grandfather. He’s fucking stubborn.”
“I’ll give you fucking stubborn, kid.”
Perryville was out, though I didn’t know why. We’d met there before with no issue.
“Gramps, call Benton; he can meet me there.”
“Benton, Arkansas?”