Page 52 of Property of Fang
“What are you saying he’s done now? Huh?” She poses the question as though Matty’s a fucking choir boy.
“Question is, what hasn’t he done?” I jerk my head for Circus to follow.
We’ve got enough for the moment.
“Go back home to your daughter, Fang.”
I freeze mid-stride. “The fuck you say?” I spin and eat up the pavement back to where the mouthy little bitch looks proud of herself.
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I did. And that’s the problem.” I sense Circus at my back. “You had my kid on that forked tongue of yours.”
Matthias takes a few steps sideways, abandoning his sister. Even he knows better than to mention our loved ones.
The pieces slot into place, my brain physically aching as it all makes sense. “You were the fucking person who gave Reno the job, weren’t you?”
She shrugs, smarmy little smirk on her lips.
Never hit a woman. Never said I didn’t want to.“After this weekend, she’s out,” I state, finger pointed in Danica’s face.
She gently moves my hand away from her. “I don’t think that’s your decision to make. It’s good money, Fang. She won’t want to give that up.”
For now.I’ve heard how these things work. Women are offered huge amounts of money to do the easier work at the start to get them hooked—escorting, massages, etc. Then when they’re waist-deep in the muck, the real work comes in. Sex work, kink play, weekends as a warm hole for a group of rich frat boys. And the pay gets less and less. The occasional high-ticket work thrown in as a tease to keep them hooked. Drugs instead of cash.
I might not love the woman, but Reno doesn’t deserve that shit.
“She’s done,” I repeat, turning before the conversation can continue.
Fuck what she needs.Danica was brought in to run a trade that directly correlates with what the Devil’s Breed pedal. Tell me again how likely it is the two aren’t related.
“Thoughts?” Circus murmurs, studying me in my periphery.
“I get the sickest feeling the skin trade ain’t the only thing the Breed are doing in our state to fuck up our lives.” Their reach spreads like poison ivy, choking the life out of everything they touch. Greed so ravenous and unmanageable, it's bound by nothing. “We need to put eyes on that bitch. My gut tells me if anyone’s gonna help us find what we’re after, it’s her.”
“Follow the daisy chain,” he muses.
“Precisely.”
NINETEEN
JENNA
She looks like him.Same dark hair and same piercing eyes. But I guess Molly has her mother’s nose, rounded and button-like. She stands on a wooden stool next to Jezabel to help make pumpkin soup for everyone. I hear it’s her favorite.
I’m just here for a glass of water.
“Would you like me to add some cream?” Jezabel asks. “I think it always makes vegetable soups better.”
“No, thank you.”
Maybe she gets more from her mother than I gave credit, because I haven’t heard manners like that out of Nibbles.
I gulp the last mouthful and then refill the glass before heading out of the kitchen. I can feel the damn judgment every time I pass one of these patched fuckers. Chaos left with their VP and Loki a few hours ago, not long after Fang and the inked guy. The only remaining officer I’ve seen is Darko, perched on a stool at the kitchen counter with his laptop.
I don’t know exactly what he does for the club, but he hasn’t been without an electronic device all that often.
“Hey.” I greet Kathy as I approach the crackling fireplace. “How are you feeling?” She slept away most of the afternoon, from what I understand.
