Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Three days later, I heard from Cisco, they were ready for another meet. We met in the same park at night and things went pretty much as I expected them to. The crew asked about her, they wanted to see her, make sure she was okay. I told them that shit wasn’t gonna happen since I didn’t trust them one fuck.
They had no choice but to accept that. They wanted to know and were understandably worried about what was to become of their crew.
“Like I said, the Jokers are no more. I already have a crew. If any of you want to join our ranks you’ll have to show me that you’re worthy of that opportunity. I have no problem letting you in but you’ve got to prove yourselves. I don’t run my shit the way Drexel did so we may not be a good fit for some of you, that’s fine.
As soon as I get shit squared away with the lawyer, I’ll be closing your clubhouse down. We can do it peacefully, or not. That’s up to you, but my woman is not part of it and not going to be, ever.”
“We’ve talked it over and most of the boys are cool with joining up with the Lords of Chaos and some aren’t. Far as I can tell, no one’s talking war so that takes care of that. We were planning to close the doors this Saturday, have one last hoorah.”
“You do that, and send whoever’s interested to see me at the club.” Shit, I was hoping they’d all go elsewhere, but I knew there were a lot of old timers who lived for the life and there was no other game in town.
What they didn’t know is that I already had a dossier on each and every one of them. I already knew who was getting in and who wasn’t and didn’t give a fuck who didn’t like it.
Later that night, I had a visitor in the garage. I’d waited until she fell asleep, or after I’d fucked her to sleep. That was the only way I could be sure that she wouldn’t be up snooping around and getting into my shit.
“So we did it.” Cisco came out of the dark and into the light of the garage. We embraced and I passed him a beer and tapped my bottle to his.
“Yeah we did. Patience, I knew it could be done.”
“Damn cuz, I thought you was like never to get me the fuck outta there.”
“You asked for the job cuz, don’t blame me if it went on longer than you thought.”
“Shit, those fuckers are dumb as spit. It should’ve taken much longer for this shit to work.”
“Good for your impatient ass it didn’t.”
“Does she suspect?”
“That I put the bullet in her fuck of a father? No, and she never will. You and I are the only ones who knows that little truth.”
“And the rest? You know Sanchez is an outcast now. The MKs are all over his ass I give him a day or two tops before he turns up with his tongue through his damn gullet.”
“Serves his ass right.”
“You know, when you first came to me with this idea I didn’t think it had a snowball’s chance in hell of working. I didn’t count on those guys being so disorganized. Or on Drexel being such a fuck up.”
“I told you it would work. The hardest part was not letting anyone know what I had planned. I didn’t even let myself think about it once it was in play. Had to keep that same attitude in place. Pretend I didn’t care about what that fucker had done to my family. Now, I’ll have to spend the rest of my life keeping that shit from her…”
“No worries there cuz, she’ll never hear it from me.”
“I know.” I poured myself a glass of cognac and toasted my dead old man. The plan I’d just pulled off had been years in the making. I knew if I bided my time and used my head I could pull it off, but I needed an inside man.
My cousin was the perfect fit. He was my dad’s nephew and a few years older than me. He grew up with the same hero worship because of the stories his mom, my dad’s sister had told him about his uncle. The two had never met, which is why Drexel hadn’t recognized him when he infiltrated his gang.
The deal was to infiltrate, get close to the old man and plant seeds of doubt about Sanchez. I figure I was killing two birds with one stone. Since Drexel had already done away with Sanchez’s dad, he was the one left in the line of fire.
So now everyone thinks Sanchez killed Drexel and double-crossed the MKs when he had nothing to do with it. That fuck wouldn’t know how to set something like this up if you gave him directions.