11. King

Chapter 11

King

My body is tight with frustration. Spending so much time with Dragon—even if we didn't talk—was harder than I thought it would be. I may have forgotten about killing the motherfucker for T's sake, but I still don't want to be anywhere near him. It has me so tense that my damn eye is twitching. I use a finger to massage my eyelid to try and get it under control. I take a deep breath and start walking toward the old yellow building. It used to hold the electronics for the amusement park. Now it's a run-down, dilapidated mess. There are basically two usable rooms. Eyeball had the control room fixed back. It houses electric to the parts of the park they've fixed and monitors the cameras that they've set up around the compound. There's a long-ass hall that leads to what the crew refers to as a holding cell. That's where Nicole and Gabby are.

I see the guards watching me as I walk up. Lucky stares at me. I do not like this motherfucker. I've only met him once—very briefly. Something about this guy sets off warning bells even more than Eyeball and Demon do. These other guys are ruthless and greedy, true enough. They have no moral compass, either. I may be a one percent club member, but we have a code, our own set of morals. I guess you could say part of it is biblical—an eye for an eye. No one fucks with us and escapes retribution. No one. Lucky is different from the other men in this club. He's evil. Pure fucking evil. Okay, I get it, to do what these assholes have planned for Nicole and the girl, you have to be evil. I can't deny that. Lucky, though? He has an anger fueling his hate. He enters a room and the electric currents in the air immediately change, growing darker. Hell, I'm pretty sure he's the one who orders Eyeball and Demon around. They're just too stupid to realize it.

"Lucky," I respond with a nod. I don't like that he's here. He wasn't supposed to be. This could fuck everything up. "Figured you'd be down at the clubhouse for the party."

"I'm thinking watching you with Dragon's bitch would be more fun. Must be fun to stick your cock in the holes of a woman he tossed your mom aside for, ey?"

I school my features. It doesn't escape my attention that at one time, I might have been angry enough to agree with him. Although, my game would have been seduction. Raping a woman is a hard no for me. Anyone that does it deserves to have their dick blown off. I have a feeling Lucky has done that kind of shit often. He's going to be a pleasure to kill. My hand is itching to draw my gun on him. It takes everything I have not to.

I shrug. "It will be fun to make the bitch hurt."

I keep my face stoic, not giving anything away. The bastard must buy it because his face fucking lights up with delight. "I think I'm going to like you, King."

"Since I get the feeling you're really the one calling shots around here, I guess I consider that a good thing," I respond with a smirk. It's a calculated risk on my part, but I want to see what he does.

He cocks his head to the side as if he's studying a specimen in a bottle. Yeah, he's a dark motherfucker. What he doesn't know about me is that I'm used to that in my life. I'm not intimidated in the least. Surprisingly, he doesn't deny my quiet accusation. Instead, he gives me a question—thankfully it is one that I anticipated.

"Where's your bike? You were walking."

"Fucking tire went flat. I didn't want to hold up the festivities, so I hoofed it. I'll ask Eyeball if he can send some prospects up with a new one later. It's not a big issue. I'll be riding the van down with Squaller to deliver the entertainment for tonight's party."

"I'll take one of the boys down and collect it," Lucky answers. I know he's doing it because he's wondering if I'm lying. I expected that. I had a friend who lives on the hill—and conveniently hates the FKMC—leave my bike out about an hour ago. There's a screw in the front tire to prove my point. The person helping me out is tight with Ford. I didn't ask a lot of questions, but I know this is how Ford knew where their clubhouse was. I thought about having Dragon's men hide there, but I didn't want to cause trouble in case all of this blows up in our faces. They may be helping Ford, but they still have to live here when it's all over.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it. You going to come in and share a beer before I get the party started?"

"I'm actually thinking of joining you. Get my taste of the bitch before we feed her to the club."

Motherfucker.

I made plans in my head for almost every contingency. This wasn't something that I could foresee. Somehow, I'm going to have to either get the drop on this motherfucker, or make sure Eyeball and Demon are neutralized first, before I have to take him out, too.

"Sounds good," I reply—like I don't have a care in the world. "The more the merrier. I'm always up for a little double teaming."

Lucky laughs, slaps his hand against the back of my shoulder and starts walking toward the building with me. "I'm starting to really like you, King. You might just change my mind about bringing you into this club."

"You didn't want me here?" I ask as I follow his lead and let him navigate through the trash and shit to get to the door. If they're going to take this fucking place over, you'd think they would at least clean it up. Hell, they renovated the control building, but only did two rooms. It's like none of these motherfuckers have a brain.

"There's no way of knowing where your loyalties truly lie," Lucky says, making me frown.

I let a little of my anger toward them leak out in my tone. At this point, it can only make me sound more honest. "If that's the way you assholes feel, I can just leave. It's not like I really give a damn. I just want to see Dragon hurt the way he made my mother hurt. I can do that a different way."

"Calm down, King. You laying pipe to your stepmother is more than enough proof," he tries placating me. "I know most men don't like to fuck older women. They cry like little bitches, saying their pussies are all dry. That's true, but seriously, I once fucked the mother of one of our enemies and she might have been the best I've ever had. Trust me, we're getting Nicole at just the right time. Bitches her age want sex all the time and their old men's dicks have stopped working. They're desperate for it."

It takes everything in me to swallow down the bile that rises with his words. This asshole needs to die just on principle alone.

"Guess we better get a move on then," I respond with a laugh. I shock myself at how relaxed I sound. In reality, I'm biding my time so I can end this asshole. I have a feeling he needs it more than even Eyeball …