Blood & Bones: Judge (Blood Fury MC 3)

Judge hated her closing up the bar. But for now, she wasn’t doing it by herself. However, what she was doing was leaving out the backdoor late at night into a dark alley and getting into her vehicle alone.

Because of that, he not only made sure she got home okay, he sat down the street from the Douglas house for a bit to make sure there were no signs of Lange.

There hadn’t been.

Still didn’t mean he wouldn’t show up. They had no reason to give up looking for him in Manning Grove until the New York bondsman called to say his ass was captured.

When he was, he wondered if Cassie would stay or go...

Fuck.

Or if he was never captured...

Judge ripped the lit joint from Deke’s lips as he inhaled and took a long hit himself, letting the smoke fill up his lungs.

He didn’t even know the fucking woman. She could be a total cunt who only went for rich, entitled, white collar fuckers, who screwed over charities and thought they were too good to go to jail when they were caught.

Fuck that tie-wearing motherfucker. He needed to be fucking choked with it.

He took another quick hit before Deke snagged the blunt back. “Don’t mind fuckin’ sharin’, but don’t bogart the whole fuckin’ thing.”

After they finished their WrestleMania match, the dogs barreled back to where they were sitting and settled by the fire with grunts and groans. Then Justice hiked up a rear leg and began to lick his balls.

Deke passed the joint back over and lifted the bottle to his lips. When he dropped it back to his thigh, he said, “Thinkin’ ‘bout headin’ to Rochester.”

“For what?” Judge already knew the answer and didn’t like it.

“To find that motherfucker.”

“Only supposed to nab ‘im if he shows up in the Grove, Deke.” It was a reminder his cousin shouldn’t need. He knew how it all worked, knew what their part in this whole thing was.

“Yeah, but it’s a bit personal for me. And the scratch is just a bonus.”

The scratch should be the main reason. They weren’t the goddamn Avengers. They were the last fucking people to be the moral police.

“What’re you gonna do? Land on the bail bondsman’s doorstep and ask questions? Deke, he don’t wanna part with twenty percent if he don’t gotta. We wouldn’t, either, if Lange skipped out on us. He ain’t gonna let you walk into the area he’s got covered already with his own bounty hunter and invite you the fuck in. In fact, it could fuck up workin’ with him in the future. Either him with us or us with him. Don’t fuck that shit up.”

“Can go up there all quiet-like and just snoop around a bit. See who he and the wifey hung out with. Check out their friends. Maybe someone knows something. Maybe the asshole talked about where he’d go hide from the law if he ever got busted. You know, while he was drunk or somethin’. Most white-collar assholes tend to run their fuckin’ mouths when they’re drinkin’.”

White-collar workers weren’t the only ones. “Right.”

“Can’t fuckin’ hurt.”

Maybe, maybe not. But he also didn’t want to step on that bondsman’s toes. And Deke doing all that work, plus the expense of him traveling, wasn’t worth the twenty percent. All of it, maybe. But twenty? Fuck no. They would end up taking a loss.

“Ain’t good business, Deke. You, of all people besides Red, are good with numbers. Run it by her and see what she says.”

“Already know what she’d say. Don’t need to hear it from her.”

“Maybe you do.”

“Fuck, brother.”

“No, Deke. Know it’s personal for you. It’s personal for me. But what he did didn’t do shit to us when you look at it close enough. It didn’t touch us at all.”

“It’s low.”

“Yeah, agreed. It’s fuckin’ lower than low.” Judge swallowed another mouthful of whiskey before handing it back to his blood cousin and club brother. “And anyway, you go up there, you might fall deep into some snatch and not come back for days. Not ‘til your nuts are wrinkled up and your dick’s shootin’ nothin’ but exhaust fumes. Can’t have you gone that long. Not with me tailin’ Cassie when she’s not at work.”

“Just a couple days. Promise not to stick my dick anyplace which might be a trap.”

“All snatch is a trap. Foolin’ yourself if you think otherwise.”

“Not all snatch is a trap, Judge.”

Judge grunted.

“Just ‘cause you fucked up once, don’t mean we all fuck up.”

“Just be glad you didn’t. Don’t mean you never will.”

Deke grabbed the Jack bottle and took a swig. When he was done, he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. “Just gotta be careful is all.”

Judge swung his head toward his cousin, his blood pressure already spiking.

Deke lifted his hand and faked a laugh. “Know it wasn’t you at first, cuz. She fucked you. But then you fucked her. From there everythin’ went to shit. Kinda like the Fury did. Had your own mini implosion.”