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“If you want the information on his family so that you can drive him out, then just say the word; I’ve got all of that, too.” Cash offers.
Billy nods, “Yeah, send it over to Ash, and he’ll look into it. We’ll sit on the information for the minute.”
I frown but don’t bother adding my two cents. If this fucker was in our school, and doing what he’s been doing, then he would’ve already been gone. There would’ve been no question about it, and we wouldn’t be umming and ahhing about it.
But then again, we’d also know that if we didn’t sort it out, our people would lose faith in us and our ability to make sure that they’re safe. We know the knock-on effect that something like that can have, and the Tomlinson guys used to as well.
Chapter Sixteen
Rafe
Trick’s features darken, and I know that he’s not happy about the way they’re handling it either, but the reason why our truce works is because we don’t get involved in the other school's shit. We let them run their school how they want to, and they leave us to run ours how we want.
I have a feeling that this time, though, if they don’t take care of it properly, we’re going to have to step in; we don’t want someone like that free to roam; he’s a danger. I think it’s a good job that Rylie gave the information to us. I don’t trust them to hand it over to the cops right now.
Clearly, Trick doesn’t either, and if there’s one thing that Trick can’t stand, it’s people not taking care of their responsibilities.
He frowns at them all but addresses Billy, “You need to get your shit together. Do you realize how much you must have dropped the ball for your own people to come to us instead of you when they have an issue?”
Their reaction is immediate and predictable as they all launch themselves to their feet and face off with us. It’s a damn good job that their bonfire is tucked away from everything else, and there’s only a small chance that we’re going to attract a crowd. The last thing everyone needs to see right now is all of us fighting. If we fight, then it would be like a signal to everyone else to get involved, and we’d end up with a brawl and most likely many kids in the hospital or worse.
None of us want that; at least, I hope that none of us want that. With Billy and the guys behaving like they are at the moment, who's to fucking say whether they don’t want a brawl or not.
All of us are tense, waiting for one of them to make a move. I really don’t want to fight them. We’ve all worked so fucking hard to have a working relationship with them, one that means that we can have a civil conversation with each other and even call on each other if we have an issue that we can’t solve, like them calling us in to help deal with Ryan and put him up against Jensen so that the fucker gets taken down a peg or two.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, thinking that you can come and tell me how to run my school!” Billy yells, anger in his eyes.
“We wouldn’t have to if you were doing your fucking job properly,” Trick replies, firmly but not wanting to raise his voice and escalate things further. “You know that we never fucking get involved in your shit. The only reason that we are now is because your own fucking people have come to us to tell us that something is wrong, not once but twice!”
“Do you really want to do this?” Cash asks seriously.
Some of the anger drains from Billy as he retorts, “That doesn’t mean shit. They probably couldn’t find us, that’s all.”
Cash raises his eyebrow, “And there’s the problem. Let me ask you this if this was the Pit before everything kicked off and we lost it, would your people struggle to fucking find you?”
Billy sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping, the rest of his guys having stood down almost immediately, clearly knowing that they’ve been dropping the ball. I doubt they realized how badly they were letting things go until we pointed it out to them.
“You’re right, I don’t fucking like it,” his eyes flash with anger, but he adds, “but you are right. We’ve had some personal stuff going on recently, it’s not a very good excuse, but it is a reason as to why we’ve dropped the ball. We haven’t suddenly just stopped giving a shit.”
“We get it, man,” Cash replies with sympathy but then adds, “but if you keep it up, everything that we’ve all worked really hard to achieve, including the truce between our schools, is going to go to shit, and we’re all going to be dragged into it.”
Billy nods, as he scrubs his hand on the back of his neck and then shares a look with his guys.
“I know. We’ll go and sort out everything for the fight. It doesn’t look like anything has been sorted. There are a lot of kids with a lot of money on the last fight, and we’re going to have a mob if it doesn’t happen.” Billy replies.
His guys nod in agreement and grab their beers, all heading in the direction of the crowd and dispersing through it, talking to their people. I seriously hope that they meant what they said, and they’re going to sort their shit out.
We’re going to have to keep an eye on them and their people but in a different way than usual. It’s not something that we should have to do, and it’s going to be made even more complicated because their people aren’t going to trust us with certain things. However, I’m unsure if that is true anymore since a few of them have obviously come to us instead of them already.
“Good,” Trick replies.
“We’ll sort our shit out,” Billy says once his guys are gone. Trick nods but doesn’t bother replying, and Billy turns to look at Jensen, “I’ll see you in ten.”
“Got it,” Jensen replies.
We stay where we are, waiting for Billy to get out of earshot before Cash asks, “How long do you think the newfound enthusiasm for doing what they’re supposed to do is going to last?”
Luc shrugs, “Fuck knows, but I hope it lasts for a while. We need things to get back on track, especially since everyone is so unsure since the Pit went down.”
