Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
It’s time to see what guys are on my side.
Chapter 32
EVE
Unable to resist, I unlock and open the door, walking out onto the steel platform in front of the staircase and look down at the standoff below as Herrin and Drex stand toe-to-toe.
Drex looks eerily calm, while Herrin looks murderous. This can’t be good.
Silence is almost deafening as the entire room full of men below stare at the father and son. Something tells me this isn’t just a typical family dispute.
Rush looks up, catching my spying, and he narrows his eyes at me. I don’t move. I’m sick of being in the dark and coddled like I’m too fragile. I chose Drex. I chose this. It’s time to prove I can handle whatever this world has to offer.
“Benny wants to form an alliance,” Herrin finally says through clenched teeth. “A large portion of his men have joined his son’s mutiny. He was oblivious to it until a number of his guys went missing after you started declaring war without my consent. An alliance is smart on our part, considering Ben wants what we have—our business secrets.”
Drex’s business secrets. Not Herrin’s. Something tells me that not even Herrin knows how Drex and the guys create the shady cars.
Drex crosses his arms over his chest.
“That’s all this meeting yielded? No stipulations? No promises you shouldn’t have made?” Drex asks him emotionlessly.
Herrin continues glaring. “Tongue, boy. Don’t make me cut it out.”
A ghost of a smile actually appears on Drex’s lips after hearing his father’s threat. It’s a scary smile. Not a pleasant one.
Rush’s eyes meet mine again, and he silently implores me to get out of the line of view. I can almost hear him screaming in my head that shit is about to go down. But I stay fixed in place, watching, listening, waiting…
“We just had an assassin in here that you weren’t aware of. Obviously I don’t trust your judgment as much as I used to,” Herrin says, confusing the hell out of me. Drex’s faint, scary smile turns dark and defined.
“My judgment is the one in question? I’ll play along. As far as Sarah goes, I’m not concerned about her. She could have killed anyone in our crew at any time. But—”
“Of course you’re not concerned,” Herrin says, but I’m still stuck on the Sarah thing. Assassin? A freaking assassin? No way. Sarah is too sweet to be a killer. “Whatever her name is, she’s now a Death Dealer enemy. She knows too much, since your boys don’t shut their holes around their women.”
He snarls in Snake’s direction, but Snake looks like a stone statue of zero emotion. I’ve never seen him be as cold as Drex until recently… Now it makes sense… Even though it’s still confusing the hell out of me.
Snake is not himself, Sarah is missing, and Drex is asking me secret assassin background questions… Holy blindside.
“You really want to declare war on an assassin who has a reputation for putting a bullet in anyone who goes after her? Until recently, we thought AJ was a mythical man. Now you want to go after the person who could probably kill you without so much as getting within a hundred yards of you? Not smart, Pops. Not smart at all.”
Herrin grabs Drex’s shirt, but Drex bats his hand away and shoves at Herrin’s chest. Sledge dives between the two and puts a hand on either of their chests to hold them apart.
“That’s the last time you disrespect me,” Herrin growls. “You’re no longer VP.”
“That has to be put to a vote, Pop. Or did you forget that?” Drex asks in a lethally calm tone as Sledge slowly steps away. “You seem to keep forgetting this isn’t a dictatorship. You seem to keep forgetting this isn’t your club. It’s our fucking club. It’s called the Death Dealers. Not Herrin’s Bitch Brigade.”
Laughs are smothered, and forced coughs follow the muffling of chuckles as everyone tries to recompose themselves.
Herrin definitely looks ready to kill his own son. Very slowly, Herrin puts on a mask, turning cold like Drex as though they have icy suits on hand when needed.
“Collect the bitch we came for. She’s become a liability,” Herrin says to someone beside him. “I can’t wait to put a bullet in her for all the fucking trouble she’s caused me.”
Eyes immediately find me on the ledge, and I swallow hard at the knot in my throat. Drex doesn’t flinch, which really freaks me out.
“If anyone touches my girl, I will make sure you know what it feels like to drown in acid. It’s my favorite method, in case anyone has forgotten,” Drex says carelessly, watching as several indecisive looks pass between the people there.
I back against the wall, but I can still see them all going over the pros and cons of who to listen to.