G-Men: The Series (26 page)

“Yeah, well he’ll get over it,” I said, squeezing toothpaste onto my brush.

I knew as soon as I started brushing, Taz would take that opportunity to rerun his usual lecture. I’d learned to mostly tune them out.

“I mean, if the chick wanted to be found, she knows where the hell you live, right? Accept the fact that she got tired of taking a walk on the wild side, and went back to her trailer park to have vanilla sex with her old man in their mortgaged-to-the-hilt trailer. End of story.”

I rolled my eyes while brushing my teeth, leaning over to rinse and spit. Damn, I did look like shit as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.

“Just roll with it, Slate. Shit, you have ‘Garnet the Mouth’ here once or twice a week sucking your dick and happy to do so. Why in the hell do you need some high-maintenance townie to make things complicated, huh?”

I cocked an irritated eyebrow at him as I pulled a tank top over my head. Taz didn’t know shit about how I felt. I wasn’t even sure how I felt anymore. All I knew was that Sunny had done a fucking number on me. At this point, I’d have liked nothing more than to return the favor tenfold.

I’d initially searched for her to make sure she was okay. Who the hell knew how crazy that fucktard husband of hers might be? Having hit every dancing dive in the city, it now appeared as if Sunny had simply dumped me like her text message had read.

I pulled up my jeans and then located my boots under the bed. I’d bide my time. My instincts told me I’d see the prick tease again. Then I’d have some sweet revenge. This was the last fucking time a woman was going to get one over on me.

“So what’s the plan today, Taz?” I asked, pulling my leather bike boots on over my socks.

“Slash says he met with his supply chain contact yesterday. We’ve got a nice gross of unstamped Percocet to pick up north of town. New supplier, so there’s to be no one-on-one contact. The financials will be handled once we move the inventory and collect. Make sure your saddlebags are empty. There are six of us riding up there for the drop. The stuff’s bagged up to fit inside our saddlebags.”

“Are they tens?” I asked.

“Yep, street value fifty thousand. Sweet deal Hammer arranged. Half of them are going on to Fort Wayne. Flush is moving those.”

“What’s the split?”

“Sixty-forty.”

“Shit and we’re taking all of the fucking risks in distributing. How fucked up is that?”

“It is what it is,” Taz said with shrug. “Sure beats an eight to five though, huh?” He gave me a wicked grin.

“Whatever.”

We headed out the door just as Garnet was about halfway up the steps.

“Oh shit,” Taz moaned, continuing on down the steps, brushing right past her towards his bike

“What’s up, Garnet? We’re rolling out at the moment.”

“I just wanted to stop by and see you,” she said, her eyes not hiding for a second what she really wanted.

I’d never met anyone who liked giving head as much as she did. She had whined a few times about wanting me to fuck her. I’d quickly told her that wasn’t an option. She had accepted that and was satisfied with sucking me off, as long as I didn’t give her any more jism facials. It worked out pretty well ‘cause I knew she was blowing and fucking Slash too. She liked to share information with me that she referred to as “pillow talk.”

I looked at her for a second, debating whether I should simply send her on her way. I called down to Taz. “See you at the club house in about twenty.”

“Christ, you’re fucking unbelievable,” he said, shaking his head as he started his engine.

She followed me inside the door, closing it behind us.

“We’ve got to make this quick,” I said, unzipping my fly as she knelt down in front of me, wetting her lips.

“I’ll do my best,” she purred, taking my cock into her mouth, and beginning her oral assault. She liked to be rough, which was fine with me these days.

I watched as her tongue and mouth licked and swirled up and down the length of me. Her fingernails were digging into my ass, pulling me closer, deeper. This chick liked taking it all. I was almost positive she had no gag reflex.

I thrust my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as she sucked in rhythm to my movements. She was moaning now, her teeth lightly nipping around the sensitive ridge of skin near the head. I heard myself moan, which totally turned her on. She was motivated by it to suck deeper and faster, bringer me closer.

I fisted her hair, pulling her head in to me as I felt the familiar, pleasurable throbbing. She knew the signal. She braced herself for the liquid rush that was coming. There it was.

I moaned as I emptied myself into her waiting mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, moaning as if I was pumping some sort of heavenly nectar down her throat. I counted five good swallows. I stilled as she then ran her tongue along the head, licking up every last drop that dribbled out.

“Mmmm, your cum tastes so much better than Slash’s, baby.” She was still licking her lips, enjoying it to the last drop.

“My pleasure, Garnet. I’ve got to go now though, babe,” I said, tucking my glistening dick back into my jeans. “Come on. I’ve got to lock up.”

“See you tomorrow?” she asked tentatively.

“We’ll see,” I replied, tying on my do-rag. “Bring me some ‘pillow talk’ and it’s a definite.”

The rest of the riders were waiting for me at the clubhouse when I roared up. We took off heading north to the pick-up point. It was Taz, Nate, Red Dog, Gramps, Flush, and me. The pick-up point was remote, near the edge of the Forest Woods Reserve.

We pulled our bikes over the hill and down into a shallow ravine. In about fifteen minutes, a dark van pulled in on the road along the ravine. The back door opened, someone tossed a cardboard box from the van. It went end over end down into the ravine. Flush went over to grab it.

He pulled a switchblade from his pocket, and cut along the taped flaps to open. We all filed up and got our big baggie full of Percocet to tuck away into our saddlebags.

As Flush handed me that last bag of one thousand pills from the box, I saw the logo imprint on the side of the box. It was the fancy ‘B’ with the ‘P’ positioned underneath in a different color so that the bottom loop of the capital ‘B’ was also the top loop of the capital ‘P’.

Banion Pharmaceuticals. This is definitely getting interesting.

Taz and I took off from the clubhouse after Slash verified inventory and sent a team of three on their way to Fort Wayne with the split. He and Hammer were working on a deal with a shitload of hand guns that had had the serial numbers filed off. They were discussing the means of moving them out of state.

Garnet had traveled with them to Chicago to collect the handguns after one of those police-sponsored gun buyback programs, no questions asked. Apparently, a couple of cops up there had no problem being bought off to part with the weapons before they were crushed at a salvage yard.

Taz followed me upstairs to my apartment, talking about the ride that was scheduled tomorrow. Once I reached my door, I nearly didn’t notice the small hole in the glass that had been cut out in a perfect circle in order to allow someone’s hand to slip through and unlatch the deadbolt.

I nudged Taz, nodding my head toward the hole in the glass, and put my finger to my lips for him to be cool. Sometimes Taz could be excitable. I lowered my hand to where I had my switchblade strapped around my inner thigh and pulled it out.

Taz jiggled the door knob. It turned easily and quietly in his hand. He swung it open and I checked both sides of the doorway before going in. Once inside, we heard a voice from the living room.

“Sorry about the door, Slate. I needed to get inside quickly and unseen.”

“Jesus Christ, Donovan, you scared the shit out of us.”

“Need to talk to both of you. I’ve got news.”

I’d dozed off on my couch when I heard the pounding on my front door. Shit! I didn’t get up right away, hoping that whoever the hell it was went away.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

No such fucking luck!

I peeked out between the slats of the mini-blind.

Shit!

It was Garnet and she’d been fucked up. I opened the door, pulling her inside. I looked around on the darkened street. I didn’t see anyone else out there.

“How the hell did you get over here?”

“I took a freaking cab. Is that all you can say? Notice anything different about me?”

“I was getting to that. Who fucked you up?”

“Who the hell do you think? Slash, you ass!”

“Calm down, Garnet. Sit down so I can clean you up.”

“Fuck that,” she yelled. “My fucking life is in danger now because of you!”

I was in the bathroom, gathering first aid shit to treat her cuts. She had dried blood caked on her face from the lacerations.

I returned quickly with cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, and the rest of the antibacterial ointment that Sunny had left for me.

Despite her anger and protestations, she finally allowed me to treat her abrasions. Once finished, I sat back on my haunches and looked at her. Damn, she was a mess. Had I caused this? Was I responsible for what Slash had done to her?

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Yeah. Slash doesn’t like the fact that I’ve been blowing you. Someone’s been running their mouth about that, amongst other things. Plus, someone ripped off one of those bags of a thousand Percocets from the club house. Slash blamed me for running my mouth. I fucking bet it was Taz.”

“Whoa, wait a minute now, Garnet. Taz wouldn’t say anything about that. He’s like a brother to me. We go way back.”

“Hope you’re sure about that,” she hissed. “Here, this is for you.”

She tossed a patch at me that had been rolled up in her right hand.

I could see the threads that had once attached it to a vest, hanging from it making it obvious that it had been ripped off in anger. I recognized it immediately as being one that had been sewn onto the front of Slash’s vest. It read: ‘Snitches Are a Dying Breed.’

I looked over at her.

“Yep, Slash gave it to me after he smacked me around. I figure you deserve it more than me. I won’t be back, Slate. I’m leaving Indy. If you’re smart, you’ll leave and not come back either.”

^{chapter 32}

It had been more than a week since I’d sat numbly and listened to what special agent Donovan had told me at Becky’s house.

Once again, I’d left there reeling from the information he’d divulged, though I knew it was probably just the tip of the iceberg. There was an on-going investigation. Apparently, Jack was in the thick of it.

I thanked God and my best friends for putting me in touch with Alan. I was fairly certain that Donovan knew that, whatever Jack had done, clearly was without my knowledge or participation.

From what Donovan relayed, there appeared to be some money laundering and insurance fraud going on within our personal account. He wasn’t sure to what extent, if any, Banion Pharmaceuticals was involved.

He seemed to think Jack was likely working with people outside of the company, but couldn’t be sure until further undercover investigations took place. I was going to be more than furious if Jack had, in fact, put my father’s company at risk.