“Yeah, I’m going to get Butch to put the women in a secured location while we lure Gonzalez into the town hall. The aim is to have minimal civilians present.”
“Eva’s been making plans then.”
“Yeah, she’s been having my balls, but I can’t argue with her when I’m wrong.” Tiny sounded stressed even over the line.
“I’m going to start some retaliation here. I can’t let shit like this stand. We’re agreeing on a week until the wedding. Don’t worry, we won’t be staying around too long.”
“Devil,” Tiny said.
“No, you called my women whores. I’m not going to just forgive. We sort out this mess with Gonzalez, and then I suggest we go our separate ways. I don’t agree with how you run the club or Alex’s involvement. Once this is done, we’re done.”
Devil hung up the phone.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Butler asked.
“You weren’t there when he called our women whores. I’m not interested in what he’s got to say or do. I’ve got a club to run and take care of.” Pocketing his cell phone, Devil took one last look at the hospital. “Lexie’s alone in Judi’s room. Keep an eye on both of them. I don’t want anything to happen to either of them. Protect them both as if they were your own women.”
“I will. Judi and Lexie are our women. They’re protected by the club. I’m not going to forget that.”
Devil agreed. “I’m going to join the rest of the men.” He climbed onto his bike and kicked off.
Life was turning to shit faster than he liked. With the danger this morning of losing his woman, Devil wasn’t in the best of moods. Other people were going about their regular day getting ready for work, or f**king their women. He was looking for a man to kill.
Thinking about Kayla, Devil gripped the handles of his bike. He didn’t like or even love Kayla, but his woman did. Without Kayla, he wouldn’t have met Lexie, and he did love that woman.
Today, he was going to do a hell of a lot more than kill a man. He was going to set about taking down Gonzalez once and for all.
He drove toward the apartment block where he first met Judi and discovered Lexie and his son. The buildings were not in a good condition. In fact, on the outside they looked like a crumbling mess. Part of the roofs on one of the buildings was bare. He hoped no one was being forced to live in the top floor.
“This place is a f**king mess,” Death said.
“It’s a mess that we all need to deal with.” Devil cut his engine as he looked toward the building. What he saw didn’t sit well with him. Several girls, no older than fifteen, were sitting on the steps. Some of them were dressed in chemises, displaying the goods, and some of them were dressed as schoolgirls.
“What the f**k!” Death growled each word out as they all took in the scene before them. This was worse than Judi.
No one seemed to care what was happening. The sight before him sickened him. Seeing young girls, not even women, dressing to take clients made Devil want to vomit. People called him a cradle snatcher because of his love of Lexie. This was just plain f**king disgusting.
“This is what happened when Jerry got killed.” Devil shook his head. He didn’t much like Jerry the pimp, but at least he didn’t go for girls who weren’t legal. This was blatantly illegal, wrong, and Devil knew he needed to put a stop to it. He didn’t care for anything legal, but he didn’t agree to underage girls, or forced prostitution. “We did this,” Devil said.
“We didn’t do this,” Ripper said, disputing him.
“Who were the ones who transported girls? We were the ones who did this. We brought them here and gave Gonzalez the perfect ground for them to earn money because we didn’t stop it.” Devil’s stomach was turning with every second that passed.
He watched one of the girls approach a car. She was the one dressed as a schoolgirl. The man in the car was middle aged, wearing a business suit.
“This has got to stop,” Devil said. Throwing his bike to the ground, Devil pulled out the second gun he owned. Before driving to the hospital, he’d taken the other gun out of the safe. He didn’t like going without his firearms. They were what helped him to deal with the sudden threat he faced.
Devil heard the other men behind him, preparing to take out the f**ker.
“How much will it be for a night?” the guy asked.
The closer Devil got, the more determined he was to take this f**ker out.
“It’s over two hundred,” the girl said, stammering over her words. She was nothing more than a baby. He thought about Elizabeth.
The thought of his daughter having to do this to make a living or because she was taken against her will filled him with rage. No woman, no matter how old, should have to go through this kind of pain and torture.
Loading the gun, he opened the passenger side of the door and pressed the gun against the man’s temple. The girl jumped back as she took in the whole crew.
“Scream and we’ll kill you,” Devil said, not meaning the words but knowing he needed to keep her quiet.
The girl nodded. This was a touch of déjà vu for him. With Judi he stopped the pimp from hurting her, and now he was stopping a man from buying the girl’s services.
“Now, you sick f**k. You do know you’re buying the services of a minor, right?” Devil asked, keeping the barrel of his gun pressed to the man’s head.
“No, I didn’t.”
“I know you can’t be that stupid.”
“I was told I could come here for a bit of light relief. No one mentioned the women were underage. Please, I swear, I didn’t know her age.”
Running the tip of his gun down the man’s neck, Devil laughed. “Get the f**k out of here before I change my mind.”
The car pulled away from the apartment block. The girl stared at him with tears in her eyes.
“I needed to pull in enough money to stay here,” the girl said.
“How old are you?” he asked.
She placed a hand on her hip giving him attitude. “I’m eighteen.”
“Nice try, honey. You’re not a day older than sixteen. Now tell me, how old are you?”
His men gathered around him ready to get the answer if she wouldn’t give it to him. The girl licked her lips, looking nervous. She wore too much makeup, and the attitude was starting to be replaced by fear.
“I just do what I have to do to survive.”