My hand tightens up on the phone and I’m close to crushing the motherfucker. “What the fuck are you playing at?”
“Listen, I don’t want to cause any problems. It’s just that Beth came to Kentucky to find Skull, but before she could talk to him, she went into labor. She’s at the hospital in London and there are some complications. I don’t want to go into it over the phone, but could you tell him that she needs to see him? Obviously, they have stuff to talk about. We’re in the maternity ward, and—”
“Listen, you fucking cunt. I don’t know who you are, but there’s no way Beth is in a hospital. Especially here in Kentucky. She died.”
“She didn’t,” the woman argues back. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. If you’d just tell Skull to come down here—”
“You’re out of your fucking mind. If you think I’m going to let my man walk into a fucking trap, you’re crazy.”
“It’s not a trap! Listen to me—”
“Whoever the fuck you are,” I growl into the phone, cutting her off, “and whoever put you up to this, you need to stop, or I swear to God I will make sure you live to regret it.”
I end the call, breathing heavily and furious as hell.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Some twisted bitch trying to say she had Beth at the hospital in labor, of all fucking things. Probably some pissed off fucking hanger on trying to cause Skull some grief.”
“Should we check it out?”
“Fuck no. And we don’t mention this shit to Skull, either. Brother has enough shit going on in his head. He doesn’t need this added to it.”
“Yeah. I’m with you on this one. I’m going to check the perimeter of the club and crash, Torch, bud. See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, okay, later,” I answer, just relieved Pistol is leaving. I’m pissed as hell. I’m glad that I got that call instead of Skull. Something like that would have messed my brother up even more, and that’s the last thing he needs. He’s on a thin edge right now as it is.
“Beth,” Skull whispers in his sleep, like he knows what’s going on.
The pain and torment in his voice hurts me. I put Skull’s phone under my boot and grind that mother fucker on the floor until it lies in pieces. I’ll explain to Skull tomorrow I accidentally stepped on it getting him to bed and have him get a new number. Fucker should have updated when we moved out of Georgia anyways. It’s time he starts living in the present, even if I have to drag his ass the whole way.
“Pistol, baby, why are we doing this again?” asks Tammie.
“What the fuck do you care? I gave you a grand. You just do it and get the fuck out,” I tell her. I picked her because she’s a greedy, selfish little bitch—both in bed and out of it. I knew I could get her to do it for enough money and let her choke on my cock later to keep her quiet.
“I could show Skull a good time while I’m there, make him real happy.”
“He’s passed out dead to the world. Just get it and take the damn picture on this phone,” I order.
“Fine, but if he gets pissed at me, I’m telling him it was your idea,” she huffs, pulling the shirt she has on off her body. She’s got some nice tits and some decent curves. It won’t be a hardship to fuck her later, but that sassy comeback right there brings up a good point. I’ll have to use a little force later to get my point across that silence means silence.
She climbs into Skull’s bed. Fucking bastard barely turns over. God, I hate him. It’d be so fucking easy to end him right here, but there’s no way I’d get away with it. I’ve been waiting, biding my time so I can take over the fucking club. I’ve won over most of the brothers, but there’s a couple who would vote against me, so I’ve held back. The time is almost right, though. That’s just one of the reasons I can’t have Beth coming back into Skull’s life. If she tells him that I helped Redmond, I’m a dead man. I don’t know what that fucking bitch is doing back here, but I’m going to make sure she never wants to find Skull again. It’s going to cost me a hundred grand, but if it gets rid of her and gets me closer to owning this club, it’s worth every penny.
My attention goes back to Tammie, who’s in bed with Skull now. She’s teasing the ring on his lip, using her tongue to toy with him. Skull growls, taking her mouth. Tammie pulls his hand to her naked breast and he holds it with a groan, pulling his mouth away to kiss her neck.
“Mi cielo. God, I’ve missed you,” he mumbles. Jesus Christ, he’s a sad fuck. I’d be doing him a favor by putting a bullet in his head.
Tammie snaps a couple pictures with my phone. I take it out of her hand to look. Oh yeah, this will fucking destroy Beth.
“Did I do good, Pistol baby?” Tammie asks in a whisper. She doesn’t need to worry; Skull’s already out again, snoring.
“Yeah baby, you sure did. Now climb out of there and head to my room for a real party. I’ll meet you there in about thirty minutes. I just have an errand to run first.”
“Don’t keep me waiting,” she whines.