Page 85 of Army
Now it was Shark’s turn to grow silent. As Blueman’s words began to sink in, adrenaline pushed through him as white-hot rage filled his veins. “You’re fuckin’ wrong. If you want this sale to go through, you’ll shut your lying motherfuckin’ mouth!” Shark’s voice grew louder and louder with each word until he was shouting.
“I’m just telling it like it is. Why the fuck would I lie about it?” Blueman asked, his voice cool as ice.
“Just shut the fuck up about it. We’re doing a business transaction and that’s all. It doesn’t involve my family. You still in, or do I take my business to Los Malos?” Shark’s nostrils flared.
“You got exactly three weeks. Eleven p. m. at the warehouse. I sent you the address,” Blueman replied.
“We’ll be there, and you and me don’t need to talk no more.” Shark cut the call then tapped in Mia’s number. On the second ring, he hung up then paced around in circles trying to understand what Blueman’s game was.
“Man, you’re pissed off. What the fuck did Blueman say to you?” Noe asked.
Shark stopped in his tracks and looked at Noe. “When you saw that dude with Mia at the gym, was he wearing a cut?”
Noe jerked his head back. “No. Why?”
“Did you see a Harley in front, or in the parking lot of the gym that night?”
Noe shook his head. “What’s this all about?”
“Blue-asshole-man told me Mia’s fucking a Night Rebel. Did you see any MC tats on the guy?”
Noe’s eyes widened. “No damn way. Mia wouldn’t do that. The dude with her looked like a fighter. He definitely wasn’t wearing a Night Rebels patch tatted on his back. He looked like he could be a biker or a rocker.”
“What was his name?”
“Uh … something military-sounding.”
“Who’d she say he was again?”
“A brother of one of her friends who was an MMA fighter. I still can’t believe that about Mia. This asshole’s trying to get you riled up.”
Shark scrubbed his three-day-old unshaven face. “But why? What’s the point in pissing me off? And why the fuck would he make up that BS about Mia? Something isn’t making sense here. He knows she’s my sister, so he’s not bullshitting about someone keeping tabs on her. Fuck!” He picked up his empty shot glass and hurled it across the room where it hit the front of a steel cabinet and crashed to the floor.
“Just ask Mia.”
“Yeah. I’ll give her a call later on, and if I find out it’s true, the fucking Rebel is dead. I’ll show Mia what happens to bitches who disrespect me and the brotherhood.” Shark kicked the chair over.
“If she’s guilty, I’m with you all the way, brother. I just remembered the fucker’s name: Army.”
Shark made a mental note of it, then yelled over for Tikka and Pinkie to come and relieve the tension from his body.
