Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) by B.B. Blaque (interesting books to read for teens txt) 📗

definitely not The Bishop.” I sat against the bike, sippin’ the hot coffee and smokin’. Hazard sometimes needed to have his tongue snapped into place. “He’s too fuckin’ paranoid and he needs to learn who he can trust. If he can’t trust us, who the fuck can he trust?”

Everything with that guy is a conspiracy. Just ‘cause you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get ya. He was good at pickin’ out problems before a lot of the other brothers, but the problem was he looked for an issue with every fuckin’ thing.

“I’ll have a word with him, man. He’s highstrung. You know that.” Casket heard Hazard’s bike comin’ and slid over his seat. “This whole thing we got goin’ on here is a last minute shit show . . . why would you expect anything else outta him considerin’ how he is on any given day?”

“Point taken.”

Hazard pulled up and I tossed my coffee out and gave him a quick hug. We didn’t waste time before gettin’ on it. It wouldn’t take us thirty minutes to get there, but just in case we hit a snag somewhere, our asses would be covered. As we approached the Brooklyn Bridge, I smiled. Goin’ over the bridge with colors was a new thing and it felt fucked up and really fuckin’ good at the same time. The last borough was almost ours. Thanks, Redhook, we’ll pay ya a visit in Florida.

When we visit FOCUS.

We made it there in about twenty minutes and someone I’d never seen came out to let us in. I had ideas about how I wanted things to go down and none of them ended well for those collar-wearin’ motherfuckers. Holy water. Rosaries. Catholic neckties. A big cross branded into a forehead or two. Oh, I got ideas. I hoped Blitz was on my side, but when it came to Fi,I wasn’t tryin’ to make new friends.

The bar was empty when we got in. It didn’t surprise me. It was early in the day and we weren’t there on club territory business. The guy who let us in went behind the bar, got us some drinks, and then we were alone again.

Blitz, you better not start off on the wrong foot.

As we waited, I got more impatient until I heard a voice comin’ from behind.

“Well, lookie there, if it ain’t the yank on this side of the bridge. How do ya like them apples?”

I couldn’t believe my ears and I turned and started to crack the fuck up. “If it ain’t the inbred hillbilly motherfucker I thought I left in L.A. Ya miss me or what?”

FOCUS wasn’t supposed to be back. It let me know just how serious the situation was when I saw him standin’ there. It didn’t hurt that he was a good go-between with Blitz. He was tangled all up in shit like a rat’s nest.

“Of course I missed ya . . . but that ain’t why I’m here. Some bitch said she wanted her g-string back, so I came to get it.” He started laughin’ and kept right on yakkin’. “I heard ya needed someone you knew would have your six . . . I gotcha, brother.”

Casket shot him a sideways look that coulda dropped him to the floor and stood to give him a big hug. “Man, you aren’t the only motherfucker that can have his back . . . what am I? Chopped liver or somethin’? He didn’t need ya, but since you’re here, ya might as well stay.”

FOCUS wasn’t tryin’ to step on toes, but he was my sergeant at arms and my best friend. If I couldn’t count on him over everyone else, somethin’ woulda been seriously lackin’ in my judgment.

“You got a problem with it, go back to Long Island.” FOCUS busted Casket’s balls right back. “’Cause if ya think I’m goin’ back to Hollyweird and leavin’ my boy in the dust, think again, ya ol’ bastard.”

Hazard sat back and waited for FOCUS to settle down and come to him. Blitz still hadn’t made an appearance and I knew he was twistin’ about that. When FOCUS got over to the table, Hazard spoke. “So, I heard you’re friends with the new guy . . . ya know, the one who’s late.”

FOCUS sat down and smacked at Hazard’s leg. “Chill the fuck out. There ain’t nothin’ for you to be worryin’ your pretty bald head about. Blitz wanted to let me see the shock on y’all’s faces when you saw I was here. Simmer down, motherfucker, simmer down.”

A few minutes later, Blitz came in and bought a round of drinks. He looked stern and I liked that about him. I could break balls with the best of ‘em, but with the mission at hand, seriousness was in order. We had the whole night to fuck around, but it was time to get down to business.

“Crucifix, Bish filled me in on the situation and all y’all have to do is say when, and I’m with ya. FOCUS and I both know Rosethorne like the back of our hands, and it should be cake to get in and take care of business without any of them asshats knowin’ the deal.”

Blitz’s accent wasn’t as strong as FOCUS’, but you could tell they were made from the same plate of biscuits and gravy. It was gonna take time to figure him out and form my own opinion. Goin’ on blind faith and the word of two guys who were alive in some way because of him put my mind at ease.

“Thanks in advance for your help . . . seems like a pretty good bet we’re gonna be up each other’s ass soon. No time like the present to start.” I raised my glass in a toast to our new alliance and continued. “So what kinda cake are we talkin’ about here?