For the next few hours he ate, drank, and spent a great deal of time with his wife. By the afternoon the kids were starting to get restless and tired. The barbeque had long finished, and Gash was starting to look pissed. The alcohol was no longer flowing like Tiny had hoped for Gash’s return.
Entering his office, he took a seat behind the desk and stared at the blank computer screen in front of him. His men would start entering along with some of the Chaos Bleeds crew, but that would be all.
Running a hand down his face, he was starting to feel his years. It had been too long since he had the chance to relax.
The phone on his desk rang. Picking up the receiver he greeted whoever was on the line.
“Having fun at the party?” Gonzalez asked, bringing Tiny onto the alert.
“It’s going okay.”
“I’m sad. I thought I’d get an invite seeing as I’m technically your boss.”
Turning his hand into fists at his side, Tiny tried to keep his anger locked within. The last thing he wanted to do was anger Gonzalez. They were not strong enough yet to take the bastard out.
Why not do what Devil has done?
His gut was telling him to hold off on an attack. If they struck out too soon then Gonzalez would be the one coming out the victor. Tiny knew his own men and that Ned also had favors to bring in to take this bastard down. What he didn’t know was how many men Gonzalez had working for him.
Years ago, he’d have busted into this guy’s glace and taken him out without a second thought. Today it was all different. He had too much to lose. The thought of anything happening to Eva scared him to the core.
“We’ve all been busy. I’m afraid there was no time to invite you.”
Gonzalez chuckled and tutted over the line. “You’re lying to me. I hate it when I’m lied to. People tend to get hurt or even killed when I’m lied to, and you’ve got a lot of people together in one place. Do you know how dangerous that is?”
Tiny stood up. “You f**king touch my club—”
“Calm down, Tiny. You’re losing your touch as a president. Drawing all of your people into one building is risky. I mean, your clubhouse has been blown up before. I’m sure it’ll be easy to do again.”
Sandy had been the one to blow up the clubhouse the last time. They didn’t have a chance as the club had been divided and The Darkness had been trying to take over Fort Wills.
“We’re here for a wedding. You want to f**k up the two couples’ happiness, then fine, blow us the f**k up. We’ve got friends here to celebrate a wedding and one of our men coming back to us.”
One by one the men started to file into the room.
“One of the men on the force, one of my men, has been found dead. His car veered off the road into a tree. I’ve just got the news. Have you heard anything about that?” Gonzalez asked.
Tiny took a moment to collect his thoughts. He didn’t want Butch knowing the truth. This had been set up between Alex and Whizz. “Hold on.” He dropped the receiver from his ear and shouted. “Whizz, have you heard anything about a man on the force hitting a tree? Something to do with his car?”
Whizz raised a brow, taking his time. “No, I’ve not heard shit.”
Putting the receiver to his ear, he started to talk. “Nope, nothing has hit us. Are you sure it was a Fort Wills man?”
“I’m not so easily fooled. Something is going on, and I’ll find out the truth.”
“You’re not going to find shit.”
“Now, Tiny, you don’t need to panic. I’ve got plenty of fun to be had in time. I mean, Devil’s the one I’m really pissed at. He killed one of my men and took out one of my factories. I’m not happy with him. Maybe we could make a trade.”
“What?” Tiny asked, staring at the man in question.
“Give me Devil and his crew and I’ll leave you and Fort Wills alone.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“And that’s why you, your club, and all the families connected with you are going to die. You’re not the kind of man to make the hard decision. I’ll be in touch.”
The call ended, and Tiny placed the receiver back in its place, cursing.
“Gonzalez?” Devil asked.
“Yeah. He’s disappointed we didn’t extend him an invitation to our little get-together.”
Gash leaned against the door with a raised brow. “He actually thought he had the right to be here?” Gash asked.
“Gonzalez believes he holds all the cards,” Whizz said. “He’s mistaken.”
“What have you found out?” Tiny asked, turning his attention back to Whizz.
“His father set up his European base of being the king of the criminal world, like a mafia boss, without the attitude. He was crazy, insane, and he was unpredictable. Gonzalez senior in his early years had been known for lashing out and fighting bloody. He’d kill people for saying a wrong word to him. He took out Butch’s family and the club his father was part of, and he even killed his wife in front of his son. His wife was the daughter of one of his associates. Her death meant they had to flee Europe as there was a price on Daddy Gonzalez’s head. He started to gain ground on American soil, and then for some reason, he simply upped and left, going back to Europe. I found out that his deceased wife’s father had in fact died. The reward on his head dropped, which was why he returned to Europe. Then baby Gonzalez grew up and killed his father, taking over the operation. However, baby Gonzalez wanted American soil, and because of that, his European base weakened. He’s no longer the one running shit there. It’s been taken over by some Spanish guy. I can’t pronounce his name, and it doesn’t matter. I’ve been in touch with him, and he doesn’t want Gonzalez back on his soil. He wants Gonzalez in the ground.”
Tiny saw the tension inside Butch. Something there didn’t sit right with him. There was nothing that Whizz said that wasn’t the truth, unless there was something wrong with the facts.
Glancing at Alex, Tiny saw his former brother-in-law was also staring at Butch strangely.
“He gave all of that up to come here,” Whizz said. “Gonzalez’s old life is gone. Someone else has taken up his place. His old allies have pretty much spat him back out as if he tasted bad.”
“What are you saying? Gonzalez only has what he’s got here?”
“Pretty much. The problem we’ve got, is that he’s got a lot of favors he can pull in. The raid we got a few months back was called in by a favor from a cop. Gonzalez is your average run of the mill salesman until you get to know him. He draws you in, sets everything up, and uses what he’s got against you. The biggest problem is the girls and the smuggled drugs. He clearly has connections elsewhere, which is why he has a constant supply. I’ve been in touch with three people, and I just got another five around Vegas and near Fort Wills. They’re backing down and won’t answer Gonzalez’s calls, but we’ve got to take him out. If we don’t take him out within the next month, they’ll finish what they started.” Whizz sat back, resting his head on his hand.