Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(66)

“What’s going on?” I asked, watching as two of the prospects carried in one of the crates. The deal with Wu obviously hadn’t gone down and now we had access to all the guns. Wolf pried the crate open and started dispersing the guns around the room.

“Sit this one out,” Jack said to me, as he fitted his vest around his chest and draped a rifle over each arm.

“Yeah, no thanks,” I said, snatching one of the guns from Wolf and turning to one of the prospects. “Give me the keys to your bike,” I demanded, holding out my hand.

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded.

“Now,” I hollered, as he glanced over my shoulder at Jack.

Jack sighed, shaking his head for a second before lifting his eyes to meet the prospect’s eyes.

“Give them to him,” he conceded.

I didn’t know the plan, didn’t even care what it was—I followed Jack with the borrowed bike, hell bent on revenge. The gory kind.

We pulled our bikes in front of a Chinese restaurant close to Mott Street and Wu’s house of heroin. They weren’t kidding when they said they were in the mood for Chinese. We dismounted, pulled out our guns and then Wolf announced our arrival by emptying a clip of bullets into the glass door. The glass shattered and Jack stepped through the frame of the door, his boots crunching the glass as he walked in.

“You should invest in bulletproof glass,” he suggested, as the Dragons drew their guns on us.

They shouted in Chinese again and Wolf took another shot, this time his bullet shattered the fish tank that took up half the wall, the water pouring out everywhere. “Flipper” and his posse escaping confinement.

“Fucking English,” he demanded. I guess all the Chinese talk was pissing Wolf off too.

I watched on as Jack stepped closer to the table where Sun Wu sat, sipping his fucking green tea, unfazed by this shit. A Dragon stepped closer, and I shot at his feet.

“Take another step and I’ll make you dance motherfucker,” I warned, and the bastard laughed.

Bang! Bang!

He yelped as the bullet pierced his shoe.

Dance motherfucker.

Make it rain!

I lifted my head and all the guns were aimed at me.

Ah, fuck.

“Damn it, Riggs,” Wolf growled, reaching for his rifle.

“Should I add the glass to your tab?” Wu asked Jack in the middle of my quest for a rain dance and Wolf trying to save my ass. I think Doc hit me up with some pain killers because I was feeling loopy.

“You made your point Wu, now tell me what you want so we can put this shit to bed,” Jack demanded.

Wu laughed, dabbing at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

“That’s funny,” he said, rising to his feet, and walking around the table. He wasn’t armed but remained calm as Jack cocked his gun and ripped back the safety. There was another Chinese exchange between him and his club. Jack kept his gun close as he narrowed his eyes, watching every move Wu made.

“You stole from me and now you expect me to close my eyes to that?” Wu shook his head. “I don’t know who you’re used to dealing with, maybe all your mafia handlings have made you forget your place…it doesn’t work like that here, Bulldog,” he stated, holding out his hands as one of his men handed him a leather cut.

He unfolded the cut.

My fucking cut.

“You see here, when you take from the hand that feeds us we expect a full payment,” he explained.

“Yeah, I got your fucking message,” Jack fumed. “I’ll get you your fucking money but then it ends. This beef gets squashed, we’re even because if you want to get down and dirty motherfucker, you marked one of my brothers and I don’t take that lightly,” he ground out.

“Your brother is lucky he’s breathing, Jack, don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m finished with any of you. I marked your brother but you’ve taken blood from me. I have three men to bury and a dozen whores to dispose of, we’ll never be even.” He affirmed.

Then he turned around and draped my cut over the table. He pulled a knife from his back pocket and dragged the blade along the seam of the reaper sewn into the back of my cut. He ripped the patch from the leather, turned back around to face Jack and threw my cut at me.

“You’ve taken three of my brothers, seems only fair I take three of yours.”

“Don’t threaten me or my fucking club Wu,” Jack commanded.

“For now, my money will suffice, but the Knights and Dragons alliance is dead,” he informed.

Jack advanced toward Wu and the Dragons turned their guns from our heads to Jack’s, in return our guns moved across the room, from one Dragon to another, itching to pull the trigger.

Jack brought the barrel of his gun to Wu’s lips, running it across the seam.

“Don’t underestimate me Wu, I’ve killed for a lot less,” Jack whispered, as he shoved the gun between Wu’s lips. “If you ever touch another brother of mine again, I’ll make you howl motherfucker, make you beg like the fucking dog you are,” he hissed, reaching down and grabbing my patch from Wu’s hand. He pulled his gun from his mouth and took a step back. “Don’t underestimate me,” he repeated.

“A quarter of a million dollars, Bulldog, or I’ll shove that gun you had in my mouth up your ass, then you’ll know what it’s truly like to be fucked by a Dragon,” Wu added.