Drinks are passed around, and I toast with these women. My sisters, in every way a woman could be my sister except by blood, but that’s overrated. This is my home and exactly where I was meant to be. With these women, with my brother, but also with Gunnar.
I didn’t think that dreams could come true, but they have. Every dream I’ve ever had in my life has come true in this one day. I don’t think I could ever be happier.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
VIKING
It doesn’t takeme long to pull into the venue parking lot. The parking lot is half as full as it was when we left. They must have cleared out everyone except Lorenzo, Paul, and their top men.
I make my way toward the front door. I’ve decided that I’m not going through the back this time. Walking into the building, I listen for voices, and I hear them. They are a dull roar behind two closed French doors. I could open up one and slip inside, but I decide I’m ready for a bit of flair.
Grabbing ahold of both handles, I tilt my chin up slightly as I pull them open roughly. As I walk into the room, I smirk as all the heads swing around and eyes land on me. I can’t hold back my smile. It consumes my fucking face, and that’s because Paul is as white as a sheet and looks like he’s seconds away from shitting himself or puking… maybe even both simultaneously.
“Paul here thought that he was going to start a little war, get the girl, and then take over the whole fucking organization Lorenzo built,” Bullet announces.
I snort as I move farther into the room, only stopping when I walk up beside Piggy. I figure being here is as good a place to stand as any, considering I need to talk to him about claiming his sister once all this is said and done.
“Interesting,” I state. “Paul, you’re not the smartest fucker in this room, are you?”
Lorenzo barks out his own laughter. “Paul is a fucking idiot. A dead one.”
“Dead?” Bullet asks.
“If you think I’m going to give him even half as much grace as I gave my son, then you don’t know me at all,” Lorenzo states. “In fact, hand me a gun. I’ll do it right fucking here.”
Paul whimpers, which is hilarious, and I would laugh if I weren’t trying to figure this all out. Bullet has the leverage now, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s going to try to pull here. I hope it’s good, so fucking good we’re done with these people.
Money or not, I don’t give a shit right now. They tried to take Lainey. But then I remember the way Paul was looking at Lorenzo’s wife, and I decide that’s even more goddamn leverage for us.
“You do know Paul’s been fucking your wife, yeah?” I ask.
The way Paul doubles over as his reaction is fucking great. I wasn’t even certain. I was just going off a hunch, but I am right. Lorenzo’s face instantly turns bright fucking red. He stands, and without a word, without asking for anything, not even a weapon, he picks up a fucking butter knife and starts to stab the absolute shit out of Paul.
Nobody even flinches. Not Lorenzo’s men, not us; we just watch as Lorenzo fucks Paul up, stabbing him so many times that I lose count. The excitement wears off about the thirtieth stab, so I actually yawn, then check my phone. I’d like to get back to my woman, maybe get my dick sucked, too, before I go to bed tonight.
When Lorenzo stands up straight, I watch as the knife clatters to the floor, then he turns to Bullet, his body covered in blood. He tilts his head back, and when he speaks, I can’t believe he's giving us this gift, because it is a gift.
We’ve been trying to get out of Lorenzo’s contract and grasp for a while now, a contract that we had no desire to really get into, but we needed the money and kept getting tangled in his web.
“You’re free, Bullet. I will have the paperwork sent to your attorney. But you are free. Your club is free. This was unacceptable, and it’s time for me to clean house. You have those girls?”
“I do,” Bullet states.
“I do not want them back. When I find the stolen bikes, I will have them delivered to your clubhouse along with the last payment you’re owed, but consider your contracts serviced in full. My men will clean this up.”
And without another word, he walks away. We stand still, unsure of what to say. I’m completely unable to come up with words. I am shocked as shit as I watch Lorenzo and some of his men leave the room while the ones who stay start to clean up the bloody pile of flesh that is Paul.
“What the fuck just happened?” Goose asks.
“Got no fuckin’ clue,” Maverick grinds out.
“I think we just lost our contract and the ties that bound it,” Bullet mutters as he closes the distance between us, stepping away from the men cleaning up the body.
My heart races at the thought of losing the contract. We’ve all wanted this, but at the same time, we’ve got zero other revenue streams. We abandoned the idea of being security for venues and shit. It was a lot of time for not enough money.
We have the strip club, but since Lorenzo is also connected to that, I’m sure that means it’s canceled as well. Shaking my headfrom side to side, I can’t help but feel like this is somehow my fault. I let my brothers down.
“Shut the fuck up,” Piggy barks.