Me: At Marilyn’s.
Hyde: Get ready to leave. We’ll swing by.
“I’ve gotta go,” I said to Renee. “A problem’s just come up, so I may be longer than two hours. I’ll text you to let you know.”
“I’ll be a good girl and move into your place while you’re gone.”
“Fucking amazing,” I muttered. “A female who listens to me.”
“Don’t go getting too excited. It won’t happen too often.”
I shoved my phone in my pocket. “I’m under no illusions.”
She grinned. “That’s what I love about you.”
“What?”
“You might be unpredictable out there in the world, but here with us, you’re predictable in all the right ways. You’re always here for me and Mum.”
I held her gaze. “Always, kiddo.”
She didn’t know the half of it.
Thank fuck.
* * *
I stared up at the building in front of me before turning to face Hyde. “What’s going on? Why the fuck am I standing in front of Billy Jones’s strip club?”
“Sutherland has cut us off,” Hyde said.
King stepped up onto the footpath. “Dragon got to him.”
Jesus.
Sutherland was our gun supplier. We’d discussed the possibility of this happening if we pursued Silver Hell, but I hadn’t thought it likely.
“We need ammo, and we need a fuckload of it,” Hyde said.
“We stocked up, Hyde. We have time to sort this out,” I said. Billy would supply us if need be, but he was the last person I wanted to call on.
“I don’t want to take that risk,” King said. “I want a plan brought into play today, and Billy is our best option.”
“He’s also our most expensive option,” I pointed out. “I can make some calls, King, work out something else that won’t bleed us like Billy will.”
“We can do that, too, but I’m not ending this day without knowing this is sorted for now,” King said before striding into the club.
Hyde agreed. “I’m with King on this one, Nitro.”
Against my better judgement, I followed them. Billy and I didn’t have the best history, so fuck knew what would take place when we were in the same room.
A brunette with not much on besides a black dress that barely covered her tits and ass greeted us. Glancing between the three of us, she pasted a hesitant smile on her face. “I’m sorry, but we don’t open for another couple of hours.”
“We’re not here for the show, we’re here for Billy,” King said.
Smile still in place, she said, “He’s not here at the moment, sorry.”
King’s nostrils flared and he stepped closer to her. “That might be what you tell everyone else, but it’s not what you tell me. Let him know that King’s here to see him.”