Page 84 of Army
“She’s a snotty bitch. You can do better.”
“I thought you were all for it,” Noe said.
“I was, but then when you told me the way she dissed you when you were in Durango a few weeks ago, it pissed me off. You don’t need some cunt treating you like that.”
“If we’re together, I’ll teach her who’s boss.”
“She needs a good thrashing,” he said, placing the phone against his ear. Gesturing Noe to be quiet, Shark lightly tapped the table with his finger as he waited for Blueman to pick up.
“Why the fuck didn’t you pick up the phone?” the gang leader asked.
“Why the fuck did you call me at two in the goddamn morning? I don’t hear shit when I’m partying hard, and that’s what me and the brothers did last night. Whaddya want?”
“Confirm our meet up next week.”
“Yeah … about that—I need to postpone it.” Silence crackled between them. “Did ya hear me?”
“I heard. Do you have the money?” Blueman’s voice was cold with a sharp edge to it.
“That’s why I need the continuance. We’ve almost got it all but just need a bit more time to get the rest.”
“I heard you fucked up the attack on the Night Rebels’ businesses. What the hell were you thinking in sending two-bit dealers and pimpled-faced teens to do your job? I don’t have too much confidence you’re gonna pull this buy off.”
Anger rushed through Shark. “We’ll pull it off just fine, and what we did in Alina doesn’t concern you. We got our own score to settle with those fuckers. It had nothing to do with getting money.”
“Even so … you fucked it up.”
Shark gripped the side of the table with his hand so hard his knuckles turned white. He wanted to tell this smug punk what he really thought of him, but Shark needed to keep cool because the Satan’s Pistons needed the drugs to double or maybe even triple their investment. They needed to get back on their feet, then they wouldn’t have to send out amateurs to destroy the damn Rebels—they’d do it themselves.
“We’ll have the money in a month.”
“Three weeks or the deal’s off,” Blueman answered.
“Okay, but cut the attitude. You’re not working with a bunch of losers here. I know the score—you need our money. I checked you out. Your club is near broke after that sting operation took down some of the heavy players and the feds took away your assets, so don’t act like gangster-of-the-year with me.”
Noe guffawed, and Shark and he bumped fists. Another long pause. For a few seconds, Shark cursed himself for losing his temper and blowing the deal.
“Maybe your check should extend to your family as well.”
“Are you telling me I’ve got a fuckin’ traitor in the brotherhood?”
“Your blood family. I’ve had one of my men watching your sister, Mia Decelles—a.k.a. Stiletto.”
Confusion spread through him. “What the fuck does she have to do with any of this?”
“It’s what I do. It’s good to know about the people I’m dealing with, even their family members. It gives me some insurance, you know?”
“Leave her the fuck alone. She’s not a part of this.”
“You don’t fuck me over, and I won’t need to do anything.”
“I’m telling you again—leave her the fuck outta this.”
The clucking of Blueman’s tongue irked the shit out of Shark. Then in a very steady, cold, and low voice, he asked, “Do you know your baby sister is sleeping with the enemy?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he growled.
“A Night Rebel is filling her holes.”
