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Tiny, but to a point she was family. Everyone
loved her, and she never pissed off any of the old ladies. They all liked and
respected her. Someone kills your person then it’s time for us to take a stand
and get rid of the bad blood going on. I’ve not got the head to sit around
talking about what needs to happen and what doesn’t. My boys needed blood, I
needed fucking blood, and I gave it to them.” Devil took a seat opposite him.
“I’m sorry that I pissed you off.”
    “No, you’re not.”
    “I am. Regardless of what you think, I really am sorry
about what happened. I never intended to cause a problem. The shit that
happened with Tate and Murphy, it shouldn’t have happened. None of this should
be happening, but it is,” he said. “I just couldn’t take the bastard’s taunting.
He knows what he’s doing, and all he’s doing is rubbing our faces in it every
time he issues out a new order.”
    Tiny couldn’t dispute what Devil said. Frederick Gonzalez
knew a shit load more than any of them. “Fine, I accept whatever you’re
feeling. It still doesn’t change the fact we need to get our shit together, and
right now, it’s not together.”
    Running fingers through his hair, Tiny stood up going
toward the one counter the cops hadn’t smashed up. He probably should look to
getting some new furniture and the entire place cleaned completely up. This was
the first time they’d been hit that he hadn’t come home and put shit right. He
took out a bottle of scotch and poured himself a healthy measure.
    “ You going to pour me a
glass?” Devil asked.
    Pulling out a second glass, he handed one to Devil.
Leaning on the edge of his desk, Tiny looked toward the door where his woman
disappeared through.
    “I fucking hate this shit,” he said.
    “There’s not a lot we can do. This shit is going to
have to be done, whether we like it or not.” Devil downed his liquor and made
his way toward the door.
    “What do you think’s going to happen?” Tiny asked,
curious to know Devil’s opinion.
    Devil paused at the door then glanced toward him. He
shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think you need to accept some men are going to
die here.”
    “What do you mean?” Tiny asked.
    “You don’t go starting a fight with a man like this without
expecting some casualties. I hope for all our sakes, there are none.” Devil
left the room.
    Staring down at his scotch, Tiny cursed. He was
supposed to be picking up Angel and Lash. With even one drink inside him he
wasn’t going to risk being snatched up by a passing cop.
    Leaving the room he looked around the pitiful excuse for
a club he owned. There was a time when the room would be a bustle of activity
whereas now it was nothing more than a shell. Men and women would be having fun
in different states of undress, simply having a good time. Looking around his
club, he barely recognized it.
     
    Eva was nowhere to be found. Moving toward Sophia, Tiny
touched her elbow. “Where’s my woman?”
    “She went out the back to the park.” Sophia offered
him a smile, but he didn’t respond. All of his boys had married good women, and
that made the decision to take on Gonzalez even harder. There was so much more
to lose than ever before. Leaving the clubhouse behind he rounded the front to
find Eva sitting on a swing looking down at their two children playing. Miles
and Tabitha were twins. He’d been cursed to have a boy and a girl at the same
time. Tate had been a handful growing up, but at least he’d been younger. He
hadn’t known shit about raising a baby, but Tate had come out all right.
Staring at Tabitha he didn’t know what he was going to do in the years to come
with her getting older and prettier. He just knew his girl was going to be the
crusher of men’s hearts. She pulled at his heart strings every chance she got. What
was he going to do when the boys started sniffing around her? It was hard
enough not to kill Murphy at every chance he got. Their son, Simon, was