Page 58 of Reckless Vengeance

“Then why the fuck are you guys fighting? Clean yourself up and go spend your money at Wet Dreams. Keep the peace with Hendricks.”

“If you stopped dicking his girl⁠—”

“Stop talking,” I warned, and he grunted.

“Yes, boss.”

I rubbed my temples, pausing the motion when Derek approached me. “Preston hasn’t made contact since eleven.”

“Who’s with him?” I asked, knowing he was at a party in Rawson Grove selling drugs.

“Bobby and Faris.”

I glanced at the time to see it was somehow almost three o’clock in the afternoon. From the way Marco was frowning, no one had mentioned this to him.

I tried calling Faris and didn’t get a response, so I scowled. “No one thought of saying anything earlier? Derek and Marco, you’re with me. The rest of you have shit to do, so get to it. Hammer, you take the day to handle your family.”

Everyone murmured their agreement and split up to do their jobs, and Marco came down to join me and Derek.

“I tried all three of them. No one’s answering,” Marco muttered as we headed outside.

“After an hour someone should have gone after them. The fuck, Derek?” I hissed.

“You know what they’re like. They wander off,” Derek argued, and I glared at him.

“They need to learn to wander off with a fucking call first.”

We decided to take two cars instead of the bikes, just in case any of the guys were injured, and I made sure Derek was with me so I could scold him the whole damn drive.

Considering it was only the afternoon, the party was booming, and I made a beeline into the house in search of my guys. I spotted the host instantly, the girl chatting away to a bunch of her friends, and her eyes went wide as she saw me stomping towards her.

My hand wrapped around her throat, almost pulling her off her feet as I got in her face to talk over the music.

“Where the fuck are they?”

“Upstairs!” she squeaked, my hand tightening a little more. “They told me to watch their stuff!”

I let her go and glanced over at the table where our drugs were sitting, motioning to Derek to grab it.

“If anything’s missing, you’re fucking dead. Understand?” I growled at the girl, stalking towards the stairs and going through all the rooms until I found the one I wanted.

Preston, Faris, and Bobby were all naked, two girls between them.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I bit out, all of them swiveling their heads towards us. The girls giggled, but my guys all jerked back and started grabbing their clothes. “You left the stash unattended in a roomful of people and ghosted us for hours, for some pussy?”

“Sorry, boss,” Faris muttered, having the balls to look me in the eye.

“If anything’s missing, I’ve got to kill the girl and you’ll go in the fucking hole with her,” I warned, all three of them scrambling a little faster. “Get the fuck back to the warehouse. Marco and Derek, you stay here.”

Marco snatched the bag from Derek, giving me a nod. “I’ve got it.”

“Not alone.”

“Then Faris can stay and help. Last time I worked with Derek, he talked my ear off the whole time. Put that fucker in charge of the torture chambers in the future. Even I wanted death to find me by the end of that conversation,” he deadpanned, and I chuckled at his dramatics.

“Fine. Faris, you stay. You don’t leave the stash again, clear?”

“Clear,” Faris nodded, seeming relieved to be given a second chance. Especially since coming with me could end in his ass getting beat.