“It’s a wig.”
Vincent gave him the address. “Do you think you should be going out now?”
“No time like the present. I want to see her now.” He headed out of the office. Someone turned the music off as he grabbed his boys’ attention. “Anyone who can ride get your asses on your bike. I’ve got to go and get my kid. Is this place okay for us to crash tonight?” Devil asked. Tomorrow he’d be looking to find a place big enough, like Tiny had. The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea of having all of his men in one place.
“Sure. This is your place, Devil. Deeds are all in your name.”
“Good. You can head on home. Send my love to Phoebe.”
“Will do. What do you want me to do about the women here?”
“Shit, some of my men can stay while I get this shit sorted out.” Devil walked out of the building toward his bike. Straddling his machine, he turned the ignition, loving the feel of the bike coming to life. It was time for him to get to his kid and get him home safe.
Not got a home.
He’d handle all the other finer details later.
The ride didn’t take long at all. He was shocked by the activity outside the apartment building. Women stood waiting for some kind of action. In a few hours the sun would be up and the women would disappear. Is this the kind of life Lexie was looking for? He didn’t even know the woman, and yet he was pissed at the fact she was living like this.
A pimp was yelling as he thumped one of the girls. Devil hated getting in other people’s business, but the girl was already black and blue.
“What are you doing, boss?” Curse asked.
Curse had gotten his name during one of their rides. Whatever could go wrong on the guy’s bike had, and they’d nicknamed him Curse. His real name was Bradley James, and he was a damn good man. Devil made sure the men who stuck right by him were not users or abusers. There were some rules he abided by even if he didn’t show it to anyone else. He liked the fact The Skulls thought he was ruthless, which he was, but he wasn’t into beating up bitches either.
He was all about fair fighting, and a pimp against a scared young girl was not fair. She didn’t look all that old either.
“I hate pimps almost as much as I hate liars.” Devil clicked his knuckles approaching the man who was kicking the girl on the ground.
“No, please, stop, he didn’t pay me. I promise you he didn’t pay me.” The girl was whimpering, sobbing, and trying to protect herself from the brutish attack.
“You’re a f**king slut. Pay me my money.” The pimp wouldn’t stop.
Clearing his throat, Devil waited for Pimp to stop.
“What the f**k do you want?” Pimp asked.
“What’s your name?”
“Rob, what’s it the f**k to you?” Rob, the pimp, walked away from the girl to get into Devil’s face. “Do you want me to f**k you over, huh?”
Devil’s men chuckled.
“You the pimp around here, pretty boy?” Devil asked.
“Yeah, you want to start working on my land you’ve got to pay a f**king fee. These are my girls, and this is my f**king lan—” Devil slammed his forehead against Rob’s. There was only so much shouting he was going to accept. He hated pimps and especially pimps who forced girls into the lifestyle. The girl he’d been beating didn’t look older than seventeen. When Rob grabbed his nose, he landed a blow to his face. Rob went down, and he slammed his foot onto the guy’s junk for good measure.
Rob screamed like a girl.
He noticed a lot of women were cheering at him for beating on the f**king pimp.
“Now, let’s see if I’ve got this right. I own this place. Name is Devil, and I’m president of Chaos Bleeds.”
“Fuck you, prick.” Rob made to spit on him.
Pressing Rob’s face against the tarmac, Devil waited for him to scream before lifting him up. The girl Rob had been beating on looked, terrified.
“It’s time for you to say sorry.” Dragging Rob across the ground by his hair toward the girl he saw Curse was talking to her, stopping her from running away. “What’s your name, honey?” Devil asked.
“It’s Judi.”
“How old are you, Judi?”
“I’ll be eighteen in three weeks.”
“You telling me you’re not even eighteen yet?” Devil asked.
“No.”
The desire to end Rob was strong, but he needed him to put the word out about Chaos Bleeds. Once the word was out, Rob was going to be his.
“You will not f**king touch her again. If I see your face around here I will put a bullet through your motherfucking skull. Do you understand me?” Devil asked.
“Yeah, I get it.”
“Say sorry,” Devil said.
“I’m not saying sorry to that f**king slut.”
Rob’s hand was flat out on the ground. Lifting his foot, Devil brought it down. He heard the crunch of bone as Rob squealed like a girl.
“I’m sorry. I’m so f**king sorry.”
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Devil asked. “Get the f**k out of my sight. I see you once more then you’re f**king dead.”
The pimp scrambled away trying to run so fast.
“Judi, are you okay?” Devil asked, crouching down to look her in the eye.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” She moved to her knees and then wrapped her arms around his neck. The young girl sobbed as her frail body trembled.
“Get her cleaned up. Where’s your parents?” Devil asked.
“Gone. They’ve been gone a long time.”
Hating the world, Devil handed her over to Curse, who then handed her to Death. They’d take care of her. Girls her f**king age should be loving life not dealing with shit-heads like Rob. He despised pimps. Women who were not willing shouldn’t be forced into any kind of lifestyle.
Shaking his head, Devil headed toward the front of the apartment building.
“Who are you looking for?” a woman in her thirties asked.
“None of your business.” He headed into the building and started climbing the floors until he came to the right one.
“Is this girl a whore?” Curse asked.
“No, she’s a stripper. Vincent likes her, or at least I think he does.”
“He’s turned into a pu**y with that woman of his.”
“I wouldn’t tell him that. He’d cut your dick off,” Devil said, standing outside the door. He stared at the wooden door knowing it wouldn’t stop anyone from getting inside.