Page 32 of Outlaw Xmas
“From my preliminary investigation and the shit’s that been tweaking over the grapevine, it’s the Los Asesinos in Northern Texas.”
“They probably need the cash flow since they’re in a turf war with the Deadly Demons. I heard they were selling to small-time dealers. They need the dough to buy more guns to fuel their war,” Jax said.
“Reaper’s gonna be pleased we stopped one of their flows,” Hawk added.
“We gotta stop this shit now. If we have to air condition their compound, we’ll do it. We’re gonna treat this as a hostile visit, and if any of them draws a gun first, they’re fuckin’ dead.” For outlaws, “air conditioning” a standing structure meant riddling it with bullets, and Banger was prepared to do that and more to the men who threatened Insurgents’ territory and killed a person who worked for them.
“When do we move in?” Rock asked.
“Soon. I’ll let you know. We got the element of surprise, which is the best advantage.” Banger brought the gavel down on the wood block, indicating church was over.
He went into the great room and picked up the bottle of beer Rusty had waiting for him on the bar. Across the room, Jerry, Jax, and Axe were talking. Remembering how Kylie had been upset after he questioned her about what was going on with her, he went over to the trio and put his hand on Jerry’s shoulder.
“I need to talk to you,” Banger said.
“Sure.” Jerry followed him to the other side of the room where it was quieter and no brothers were around.
“Get the fuck off Kylie’s case about grad school. She wants this. It’s all she talked about when she was growing up. She wanted to be a teacher. She’s got enough pressure with school. Back the fuck off.”
Jerry’s nostrils flared and he cracked his knuckles. “This is between me and Kylie. In here, you’re my president, but outside, you’re just my woman’s father.”
“I’m gonna forget you said that because I don’t want to smash your fuckin’ face and have to explain it to Kylie and Belle. Consider this a freebie. When my little girl’s hurting, you can be damn sure I’m gonna fix it.”
“We’re working it out. It’s just that she’s always studying and she never has time to go out, or she’s too tired.”
Banger glared at him. “She’s in school to better herself. She’s the first one in my family to have a college degree, and now she’s going for her master’s. I’m damn proud, and you should be too.”
Jerry lifted his chin, his face taut. “I am. It’s just that we need some balance.”
“That’s what school breaks are for. And don’t even think of looking at any of the club whores.”
“What! Why would you say that? I love Kylie. She’s the only woman for me.”
“Then stop riding her ass.”
“I’m not.”
Banger ran his eyes over Jerry, who kept his chin held high. “You treat her right or you’ll have me to contend with.”
“You’re going to have to let us deal with our problems on our own.”
Banger laughed dryly. “Yeah… that’s not gonna happen. You take care of her, and quit making her upset.”
Banger marched away, lifted his fist up in the air to the brothers, who reciprocated, and walked out of the club. He went over to his SUV, started the engine, and headed home.
It’d been a long day, and the upcoming days would even be longer.
Switching on the windshield wipers, he drove into the darkness.
Chapter Eleven
Wheelie
Wheelie put twosix-packs of Heineken and a bottle of blueberry-flavored vodka on the counter. The redheaded cashier gave him the type of smile that said she was available for more than ringing up his purchases. He grabbed several Jack Daniels shooters and pulled out his wallet.
“You look like you’re having a party,” she said, placing the bottles in a paper bag.
“How much is it?”
