Chapter Thirty-Two
Adam
It was tough, after a start to the day like we’d had, to say goodbye, but when I told her I had business to take care of, she didn’t make any fuss. I made sure she knew that I would always be there though, always watching. She wouldn’t get away from me that easily.
When I walked back into our games room a few hours later, they were all sat there, and Colton had the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
“From the look on your face, I’d say you had a pretty good night. Are you about to go all soft on us now you’re in love?” he said, walking a very thin line with my patience with his remark.
I kept the smile on my face, it was always better when you used violence with a smile, and I stalked over to him, pinning him to the wall with my hand around his neck.
“There’s nothing soft about me, mate. I might be softer for Olivia, but the rest of the world can fuck off, you included.”
Tyler came over to stand next to us in an effort to diffuse the situation, but Colton never did know when to shut his mouth.
“Soft for Olivia?” Colton tried to laugh through the pressure I was exerting on his windpipe. “I’m betting you were hard as fuck for her last night… and this morning.”
“Okay, Colton. We get the message. You like winding up Adam, but now is not the time.” Tyler put his hand on my arm, and I gave one last squeeze on his neck before I let him go.
I walked back over to the counter to grab a coffee, and Colton rubbed his neck and took deep breaths to right himself.
“I love our foreplay, you know that, right?” He had to get one last dig in. The guy was certifiably crazy… more psychotic than me half the time.
“Trust me, you don’t want to fuck with me,” I spat back over my shoulder.
“Don’t be so down on yourself,” Colton joked, falling into the sofa and putting his feet up on the table in front. “We all love you really.”
I heard Will grunt a laugh, and Tyler shook his head. But Devon’s face was deadly serious and so I turned to him.
“What’s happened? You look like you’re about to tell me something really fucking shit,” I asked him, ready for him to hit me with whatever had made him look like that.
“We got another text,” he said, cutting straight to the chase. “From Cheslin. He’s done what we asked, but he sent us a ‘fuck you’ message. I checked the prison records and he’s due for release in four days. We need to wrap up this game and start planning what we’re gonna do.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got it all in hand,” I said, feeling slightly pissed off that he’d question my organisational skills at this point. I know I’d been a little preoccupied with Olivia lately, but I was still the soldier that ran this show.
“Are we making the hit right out of the prison gates or what?” Will asked, looking around the room for confirmation.
“No. That’s too risky,” I answered. “Knowing him, he’ll head straight for a pub. Once he’s there, we make our move.”
“And what if he isn’t as predictable as you think? People can surprise you; you know.” Colton winked, but I ignored him, turning back to my coffee to stir it and take a sip before I replied.
“He will be. He’s played into our hands at every step. Why would this be any different? Some people surprise you, and others are so fucking predictable it makes life boring.”
“There’ll be nothing boring about it once we get our hands on him. He’s gonna love our brand of fun.” Colton laid back on the sofa, putting his hands behind his head. “I’ve been itching to get my hands on that cunt for ages now. My beast has been caged for too long.”
“That’s not what I heard Sarah Pope saying when she left last night.” Will laughed, and Colton smirked.
“She always brings out the beast in me,” he said, and then rolled his eyes in irritation and added, “Next time she comes to the club hunting one of us down, will someone throw her the fuck out? You know I have no willpower where my cock is concerned.”
I really didn’t want to hear about Colton’s night, so I turned back to Devon and reiterated, “Like I said, he’ll be somewhere public, like the pub, parading himself like a fucking peacock. He’s a vain cunt and that’ll be his downfall. That’s how we get him.”
“What do you need us to do?” Devon asked, looking like he was ready to get on it now.
“Get the warehouse ready. Prep the tools. Set up the equipment. Oh, and get a van. A side opening one if you can. Cover the inside with plastic so it’s easier to clean and destroy the evidence later. And whatever you do, don’t talk about this to anyone. Not a fucking word.” I gave each one of them a warning glare, even though I knew Devon wouldn’t breathe a word, and I was pretty sure Tyler would take everything he knew to his grave. But Colton and Will? Who knew what went through their heads most of the time?
“Who the fuck are we going to tell?” Colton whined. “We only talk to each other.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I pulled my phone out to see the message Cheslin had sent.
I got your message, and I did what you said. This is the last time you’ll be hearing from me and the last time I ever do anything for you fuckers. You think you’re big men, coming for me while I’m locked up in here, but know this, once I get out, the tables will turn. You’ll wish you’d never met me. Fuck your soldiers’ bullshit. I call the shots. Always have, always will.
I’ll be seeing ya.
Ches.
I huffed and shut my phone off. I couldn’t even be arsed to give him a response. He had balls sending that, but he’d signed his death warrant long before today. Replying would only play into his narcissistic fantasies, and where he was a dreamer, we were realists. Our brand of justice was long overdue for this fucker. The day of reckoning was drawing near, and I couldn’t fucking wait.