A thought crosses my mind about going to him, but I don’t care.
I shouldn’t care.
He’s never cared.“You should blow off some steam.”
I nod. Scratching my head. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Why is she all I can think about right now?
“No shit.” I shake my head at Creed.
He smiles, and he never smiles, so I know whatever he’s thinking isn’t going to be good.
“I have some work to do. You want to come? I might even let you hit someone.”
I stand from the chair, Elicea’s sleeping as we sit in his living room doing fuck all.
“Let’s go and smash some fucking heads in.”
“Will you shut up, you dick.” He shakes his head and disappears for a few minutes then comes back out with his jacket on. He’s wearing all black as we make our way to his car. “No names. Actually, just don’t speak, okay?” I nod.
Not speaking as he starts to drive, waiting is all I can do. I don’t do this stuff with him, Darby or sometimes very rarely he’ll take Falcon. But it’s mainly Darby and Creed who do the dirty work. And the only reason I think Darby goes is to make sure Creed doesn’t do anything he shouldn’t be doing.
“Where’s D?”
“He had to work. You were around so you can come.” He doesn’t finish that sentence with the fact that Darby more than likely told him to take me because he doesn’t want him by himself when doing this shit. Especially since he’s been trying to be good, for Elicea.
We come to a stop out front of a place much like our place of business. I watch as Creed slides his gun into the front of his black jeans then he gets out. Following him, he doesn’t knock. He pushes the door open, and we are met with the same music we play at Crimson Elite. Actually, almost everything in here looks like it’s a direct knock-off of Crimson Elite.
Creed walks straight past the guards who step out to stop him, but he points a gun in their face stopping them from touching him as we continue up. The rush of power, the adrenaline is strong. I can understand why he loves to do this so much. Why Darby gives the task to him. I think if Falcon had this power we’d be out of business. It would go straight to his head and he’d never stop. Creed, on the other hand, he doesn’t care for approval. Intimidation—he has it already without doing anything in return.
We come to a stop at the front of an office, his gun goes back into his jeans as his knuckles rap on the door. He turns to me, his eyes darker than their usual whiskey color as his lip turns up when the doors open. We both spin around to the man. It’s someone we don’t know which surprises me. I know nearly everyone as I do the security checks, and this man I definitely don’t know.
“It was only a matter of time before you paid me a visit, I guess.”
Creed nods as he walks into the office. The man steps aside as I follow him in close behind. He goes to leave the door open, but I shut it anyway.
“I would ask who you are, but I’m going to be honest, I don’t really care,” Creed says as he takes a seat in what appears to be the man’s wing backed chair behind his large wooden desk.
“You must be Creed. I’ve heard about you.”
“We would love to say the same, but we have no idea who you are.”
The man looks back to me, then to Creed. “She said you were the scariest, that I should expect a visit from you once you found out.” He stops where he is in the middle of the room. Creed stays seated, his feet now up on the man’s desk as he watches him. I stay by the door, so he can’t run.
“So, you were aware then, that this…” I say looking around, “… shouldn’t be.”
The man looks to me then back to Creed. “I’m aware, but you don’t own the town.”
“Who told you about me?”
Creed puts his feet down and leans over the desk. “Sabrina.”
Creed’s lip twitches and he shakes his head. “You must be the asshole then?”
The guy smiles. “So you’ve heard of me, too?”
Creed stands and without a second thought shoots. It seems to happen in slow motion and if I weren’t watching him, I would have missed it. The guy yells and falls to the floor holding his shoulder.
“Oh, I’ve heard of you all right. You like to beat on a woman.” Creed walks around and kicks the guy in the ribs as he haunches over holding his shoulder.
“Oh, Sabrina who used to work for us?” I ask Creed, to which he nods his head. “This is her ex?”