Page 46 of Haze
Haze found Devyn still clinging to Glimmer. When she spotted him, Devyn leaped up and clung to him. Haze hugged her back and held a hand out to Glimmer, who reached for him but was pulled into Gideon’s arms before they could connect. That was okay with Haze. Gideon had Glimmer, and he had Devyn. That was all that mattered at that moment.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Haze asked as he pulled away from her and looked her over. She seemed okay physically. She just trembled severely as she looked up at him.
“I t-thought I was going to d-die,” she stuttered. “T-they came out of nowhere.”
Haze hugged her close again and smoothed her hair down. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, but it had to only be minutes.
“One of ’em is dead,” Hades said as he walked up on them with a mug on his face. “Other one, the one that got burned, that nigga is in critical condition. What you want us to do wit’ him?”
Haze appreciated Hades for asking. Haze knew this whole thing put a huge dent on his record as club president. Haze would take that heat for him though. He would help him smooth shit over. They just needed to figure out what was going on first.
“You know who they are?”
Hades shrugged. “They signed up as a first-year club. Their vests and registration say Indigo Guyz Motorcycle Club. Fuck ass name, if you ask me.”
“More like fake ass name. Indigo Guyz has to be code for Blue Boyz,” Haze said, not taking long at all to put two and two together.
“Ain’t no way they touched us here.” Gideon grumbled.
“Blue Boyz? Ain’t they from ’round your way? They reached out to us a while back trying to get us to team up on some weapons distribution. We turned them down quick. They was way too thirsty,” Hades said with a frown.
“Yeah, because they been tryna overthrow our shit. They been tryna take over as top motorcycle club in The Bay and tap into our weapons distribution system. Shit has been all fucked up. We haven’t been able to catch up with their leader. Nigga named Azul. We get him, we shut all this shit down,” Haze explained.
“Azul?” Devyn asked with a shaky voice and wide eyes. “That’s his name.”
She pointed a trembling finger at the man getting medical attention from staff under Hades. He hung on to life by a thread as a crowd of people worked on saving his life.
Haze’s brows pulled in, and he frowned. “Are you sure, baby?”
“She’s right,” Glimmer chimed in. “He said his name was Azul. He explained that he was there to kill one of us. The other was to send a message. Hand everything over now or more people die.”
Tears streamed down the two women’s faces as they recalled what they had just been through.
Haze’s entire body felt like it was set ablaze. The very nigga he had been searching for over the past three years was right there and had just threatened his wife and a woman he looked at as a sister. There really was no point in those people trying to save his life. He was about to commit a murder in front of a bunch of people, and he didn’t even care. Between him, Hades, Lucifer, and Gideon, they could easily make this disappear.
Haze marched over to where Azul lay on the ground, covered in burns. He flung medical staff out of the way on his pursuit. When Azul’s eyes landed on Haze, they grew wide. He had an oxygen mask covering his mouth. Haze snatched it off him and punched Azul in his mouth. The remaining people surrounding them scattered.
Haze lifted his leather boot and stomped Azul into the asphalt. He kept stomping until Gideon grabbed him and pulled him away. The man named Azul, who Haze never even got to exchange words with, was now completely unrecognizable. His face melted into the ground below him in a gruesome mess.
“Chill, man. You good. It’s over,” Gideon encouraged as he patted Haze on the chest while pulling him away from the murder scene.
“Y’all go ’head and get out of here. I’ll clean this bullshit up. I’m sendin’ yo’ ass a bill, nigga,” Hades barked.
If Haze wasn’t so pissed off, he would have laughed. Hades was for sure a character.
Without another word, Haze grabbed Devyn by the hand and led her through the nosy crowd of people and toward where his bike was.
His only mission now was to get him and Devyn home safely to their daughter.
“Is everything okay, Son?” Charlene asked as soon as she opened her front door.
Haze ran a hand down his face and tried to shake away the exhaustion. He’d already dropped Devyn off at his house and hopped into his car. She wanted to come with him, but he told her to shower and get into bed. He would get their baby and be right back. Devyn didn’t put up much of a fight. They were both tired as hell.
After they left the race, they went straight to the hotel and packed. Gideon and Glimmer followed them all the way back to Desmore Bay. Haze had his eyes peeled for any more lingering Blue Boyz, but in his heart, he knew it was finally over. Without Azul, their stupid motorcycle club would be no more.
“Yeah, Mama. I’ll stop by tomorrow and fill you in. Everyone is fine, though. Devyn just wanted Hazel with us tonight.”
Charlene’s concerned eyes lingered on her son for a moment before she ushered him inside.
