Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

Maybelline

Sitting at a small table, I stare at the man across from me. Brinker. He’s calm and calloused, sipping the coffee Dime made for him, two of his men standing guard at the front of the café.

“So, Maybelline. How close are you and Crow?” He puts an ill emphasis on Crow’s name, his lips still in a shape of O as he stares across the table at me.

I shrug, not sure what to say but I know not saying anything is the safest thing.

“Right. Well, I don’t think you know him as well as you think you do.” He takes a sip, those beady eyes looking at me over the rim of the takeout cup.

“What don’t I know?” I take the bait, he’s obviously wanting to tell me something.

“He’s not a biker, he’s one of us.” He tosses his DEA badge on the table, and my chest inhales a large breath.

I already know that but do I let this guy, Brinker, know that? My eyes pop to his trying to hide my emotions.

“You thought you were a thing, something special but you’re part of the job.” He looks around the café as he drops the bomb and it hits me right in the chest.

If I hadn’t found Crow’s badge before now, I would be crushed and in tears but Crow told me everything and that his feelings for me were real. So if anyone is being faked out, it’s this suit and tie.

“So, I know you and the Kings have been in cahoots with each other. Tell me, where do they keep their drugs and if you do, you and your sister can go without any charges.”

My jaw drops and a sound I’ve never heard myself make before squeaks from my chest.

“I-I don’t know.” A tear drips down my left cheek, my anxiety building in my chest to the point I want to sob.

“Oh… Maybelline, you can do better than that.” He tsks, crossing his legs. He’s having fun toying with me and my life. I’ve met a lot of ugly people in my life but this asshole takes the cake for vile men without any morals.

Crow

Heading back into Uprising, I notice three black SUVs at Latte Da. Pressure fills my chest and I white knuckle the throttle until I’m almost instantly in the parking lot next to the SUVs. Turning off the bike, Bear right behind me, I head toward the front door, only to be met with two of Brinker’s goons.

My eyes narrow into slits.

“Move aside or I’ll fucking make you move,” I threaten them.

Giving each other a stern look, they step to the side and let Bear and I pass through. Pulling open the door, the smell of coffee hits me but not as hard as the scene before me. Brinker sitting at a table with Maybelline. She’s been crying, a look of fear on her face, and Brinker has a smug expression.

“What are you doing, Brinker?” My voice carries through the café.

Bear slips behind me and makes his way to the counter over to Dime, standing next to her as if he’s going to protect her.

“Crow! Nice of you to join us!” Stretching his arm out, he gestures to an empty chair next to him.

“Let her go, she doesn’t have anything to do with this.” Venom in my voice, my nostrils flare with rage. He knew I was turning on him, so he went to the only thing he could gain leverage over me on.

“Sit down, Sharp,” he demands, kicking the chair out from the table.

Okay, I’ll sit. Grabbing the wooden chair, I turn it around and sit backward, resting my arms on the top. I look to Maybelline who is staring at the table, lost in a daze, her cheeks wet from tears.

“I want the drugs. I want the MC.” His voice takes my attention from Maybelline to him.

“I told you, Mad Doggs MC.”

He laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah you mentioned that, but I want the Kings, not some run-by-night operation you managed to push in front of us to take the heat off the Kings.”

I swallow, he’s smarter than I thought and caught on to what I did.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Brinker, there’s nothing here.”

Taking the cup from the table, he takes a dainty sip.

“I have surveillance of the Kings moving product from this café, I guess I could take this little mouse and her sister in and still call it a victory.”

His threat causes me to stand abruptly and throw the chair out of my way. Without thinking, I grab him by the throat and shove him up against the wall.

“You wanna fight, you fucking got one,” I seethe in his face.

“You’re a fucking traitor, and for what? Some pussy?” he breathes through his nose, his voice strangled as I clutch his esophagus even harder.