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That felt good. It probably cost Ezra at least one hundred dollars.
So, I toss the other one. And then I throw the small nightstands against the wall. They gouge the gray-painted walls; one of them loses a leg. The windows are my next target, but after three strikes, I realize they aren’t going to break. When I take a closer look, I see that the glass is impenetrable.
“Bulletproof windows? Really?” I shout. I try opening the windows, but, unsurprisingly, they won’t budge.
There isn’t much else in here to destroy, so I keep throwing the nightstands into the wall until they’ve completely come apart, then rip everything out of the dresser. The closet is completely empty, so I storm into the bathroom and start throwing things around. The bottle of pink perfume shatters against the toilet, leaving the bathroom smelling like roses. I use the leg of the nightstand to smash the mirror, leaving behind just the backing.
I look down at the sink and smile. A lot of the glass shards have fallen down the drain.
Oops.
When I’ve destroyed the entire room to my liking, I get in the untouched bed and try to go to sleep.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
JAY
“She wreckedthe entire damn room last night,” Benji says as he walks into the kitchen. He holds his phone out to show me the pictures of the damage. “I took these after she fell asleep.”
“What the hell did you do to her?” I ask Ezra, laughing.
He looks pissed when he leans back in his chair. “She kept mouthing off, so I tied her up and shoved my dick in her mouth to put her in her place.”
Lee whistles when he sees the pictures. “She’s a firecracker. I like her.”
“No, you don’t,” Ezra says quickly, glaring at our friend. “None of you do. So don’t go anywhere near her. And stop looking at her like you want to devour her.”
He shoots that last part at Lee. Fucker’s been drooling over her ever since he first met her the other day.
I put my hands up in surrender. “You already know I don’t like her, so there’s not an issue there.”
“Just make sure Vic doesn’t get near her,” Lee suggests, hopping onto the kitchen island and taking a bite of his banana.
Ezra scowls. “I’ll kill him if he touches her.”
Vic, our other brother, should be here any minute; he was gone for a couple weeks to bury his father in Colombia. He’s what most women would call a “panty dropper” or whatever the hell, so having Maya around him will create a shitstorm of problems.
He and Ezra also don’t get along very well, so there’s that too.
“Can we stay on track?” I ask them, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. “We need to figure out what we can do to keep the shooting at the Black Card out of the media.”
The Black Card is one of the many businesses the four of us own together; we bought the place two years ago. Nestled in the heart of the city, it’s where we do most of our business—under the guise of running a legitimate operation, of course. Through the Black Card, we’re able to smuggle in money, guns, and drugs with all of our monthly shipments.
Lee grunts. “Who put you in charge?” he grumbles.
“I did. Anyone have any suggestions?”
“We need to go over the timeline of events before, during and after the incident,” Ezra points out, flipping through a file folder of reports from that night.
“Based on what we know so far,” I explain, “Jericho Rivers went in wanting to gamble, drink, and have a good time. Shit like that. Then he and five of his men pulled out guns and just started shooting. Ten people were killed, and we have no idea who the intended targets were, orifthere were any.”
Jericho Rivers—the fucking prick—has never been more to us than a nuisance, but now he’s really fucked up. Everywhere he goes, he causes trouble, the kind that can attract the kind of people we pay good money to keep out of our hair.
Just three weeks ago, he and his pack of idiots trashed a convenience store in the worst part of town just to get our attention. He’s been pining for a spot with us for years, and he’s pissed that Ezra won’t give him the time of day.
“It’s possible he did this for attention,” I suggest, “but why come onto our turf and do something like that just to prove himself worthy of a spot with us? There are plenty of other ways.”
Ezra nods. “And there are still some gray areas that need to be filled in,” he points out. “Like how the fuck Jericho and his men were even allowed inside the building in the first place.”
