Page 20 of Bane's Beginning

“You heard anything about some new coke hitting the streets?”

Hector nervously took a look at Crash, Ares and then me and said, “Nah, man. New coke? I don’t even know about the old coke. You know we deal with guns.”

“Yeah, we know,” I said, crossing my arms. “But what about any of your guys down by the port; they haven’t said anything about some drug shipments coming in?”

“I haven’t heard anything. You know the Santoros oversee all shipments to and from the port. They own it, nothing is getting through without them approving it.”

I nodded my head listening.

“Shit, is this about those kids?”

“Yeah,” I responded with my annoyance surfacing. He obviously knew what the fuck I was talking about.

“At my card game last week at Prey, there was a man there who had a fuck ton of coke with him,” he said. “What caught my eye about it was he was giving it away to all the bitches in there. Not charging them a cent or a blow job either!”

My brothers and I all looked at each other. Hector was annoying as fuck and just about useless, but he ran in almost every gambler circle in the area, which was another reason we let him stay alive. Him owing us so much money came with its perks.

“When was this? Do you remember what he looked like?” Crash said from next to me.

“A big dude. White, brown hair. He wore a suit but it didn’t look right.”

“What the fuck do you mean it didn’t look right?” I asked, trying to refrain from putting my hands on him.

“A man who wears expensive suits knows when another man doesn’t know how to wear them,” he said, shrugging.

Fucking Plato. Who did this asshat think he was?

Back at the clubhouse, things were getting pretty rowdy. We had ridden out to Prey to speak to the owner, a dude named DJ, and hit another fucking blank wall. Apparently, the guy Hector wastalking about was some bigwig out-of-towner from New York who was trying to score some pussy. He just preferred scoring in private.

I was sitting at the bar drinking a beer, and Pearls walked up to me. We don’t typically give nicknames to club girls, but you can imagine what she did to earn hers.

“Bane, baby,” Pearls said as she put her tits up into my face. She smelt like cheap cotton candy perfume, vodka and hairspray, and she wore a red laced bra and denim cut-off jeans with a red thong wrapped around her waist. Pearls wasn’t ugly, but she was only hot in a porn star way. If you didn’t look hard enough and ignored the bad acting, you could still get off. I couldn’t stand fucking the club girls, but we all do it every once in a while to blow off steam.

“Hey, Pearls,” I said as I took a sip of my beer trying to come off as uninterested.

“It’s been so long since we’ve spent some together, baby. You want to go upstairs?” She purred into my ear and I had to keep from rolling my eyes. I have never once stuck my dick into her, but she’s fucked so many brothers, she wouldn’t be able to tell you who she hadn’t fucked. “Not tonight, sweetheart,” I said and gave her a cheeky smirk with the hopes that she would walk away and leave me the fuck alone.

I had one girl on my mind, and it was driving me crazy. I hadn’t seen Thea since this morning, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. The way we left things on the porch wasn’t ideal, but everything about Thea tells me that she is a runner, and I don’t know if I can give her what she needs to stick around.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” Pearls said as she turned around and walked away.

Thank fuck.

***

THEA

The girls and I walked into the clubhouse and classic rock music was blasting through the speakers. It didn’t look like the same private bar I walked into yesterday. Tonight, the lights were dim, there were drunk bikers stumbling everywhere, and women wearing practically nothing walking around.

“Shit, no one told you,” Anna asked as she looked at the shocked look on my face. “Babe, you came here on family day. We live with bikers, shit gets wicked around here,” she said as she walked up to the bar to get a drink.

“You don’t have to stick around if it makes you uncomfortable,” Serena said. “We usually just stay for a few drinks and head off to bed.”

I gave her a nice smile and continued looking around. I spotted Bane by the bar. He was drinking a beer and talking to a woman who looked like she forgot to put her clothes on. I wasn’t hating on her, but she literally was only wearing a bra. I didn’t like the way she was batting her fucking eyelashes at him, though. She clearly wanted to fuck him, but I wasn’t going to get in the way of that.

I also wasn’t going to hide. I decided to walk up next to Anna and order a drink. “What can I get for you?” Bullet asked me from behind the bar. “Uh, rum and coke,” I said. He gave me a nod and turned away to make my drink. I turned my back against the bar trying to pretend like I couldn’t feel Bane’s eyes burning a hole into the side of my head.

“I don’t want to stay down here for long,” Anna said as she stirred her vodka cranberry with her straw. “You want to head up soon and watch a movie or something? Serena’s pregnant ass always goes to sleep.”