Uncontrollable Temptations (Tempted #3)(66)

“You’re welcome,” I replied evenly, before exhaling. “Is there anything else you heard? Try to think. The last time you spoke to Victor did he mention Jimmy in any other way?”

“You mean before he told me to go to the café?” I nodded signaling her to continue. “He just said to bring him the financials,” she added.

I turned back to Bianci. “And he hasn’t knocked on your door?”

He shook his head, crossing his arms against his chest. “I don’t think he knows shit, I think he surmises something and maybe he knew Grace was listening and wanted to see if she’d run here. That’s why I took her, in case she was being followed,” he explained.

“He blew up my fucking car, the bastard knows something is up,” Blackie hissed. “And it’s not the drugs because that shit was pure,” he added disgustedly.

The door opened to the compound and Pipe and Wolf strode in.

“The fire is being contained. I called it into our friends over at the N.Y.P.D. and Jones is sending a blue and white over so it looks legit on paper,” Pipe announced, providing a cover for our asses. The last thing we needed was the fucking bomb squad sniffing around our shit.

“Your truck is toast, man,” Wolf added, eyes on Blackie. “And you almost were too, so who’s going to clue the rest of us in on what the fuck is going on here?” He looked back at me expectantly.

Pipe glared at Bianci. “This got some shit to do with Pastore?”

I ran my fingers through my hair roughly, realizing that Blackie was right when he first said this shit would land at the Satan’s Knights doorstep despite my efforts to handle it on my own. I had kept my brothers out of my plans, thinking I could fix this mess without them but Blackie nearly got blown away and now my club was looking at me as if I betrayed them.

I turned to Pipe and Wolf, about to explain everything when I realized where Blackie had been before the truck blew up. I spun around, narrowing my eyes as I stepped toward Blackie.

“When you left my house this morning where did you go?” I grilled him.

“I dropped your woman off at the church around the block from her house like a good little gopher,” he growled, defensively.

“His woman?” Pipe asked, incredulously. “What the fuck is going on?”

“And after that?” I persisted, ignoring Pipe.

Blackie remained quiet as he glared at me, matching my cold stare with his own.

“Where did you go?” I demanded, my voice an octave louder.

“Nowhere,” he said, as I searched his eyes. There was something off with him and I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. As sad as it was, I could read Blackie drunk off his ass, but add heroine to the cocktail of misery and I was fucking lost. I didn’t know if it was the repercussions of the drugs he shot up or his truck being blown to bits but something was fucking with him. He turned his head, a defense mechanism because he knew I was trying to read him. “I came here afterwards.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned back to me. “What the fuck does that matter anyway?”

“Because you had Reina in the fucking car with you and just like you could’ve been killed, she could’ve been too,” I shouted. “Now one more time, did you go anywhere after you dropped her off?”

“You really want to go there? Because she took my fucking car and went to your house last night so who’s to say your girl didn’t plant the motherfucking bomb or set it up so whoever planted it had a chance to?” Blackie hollered, but even as he said the words it was obvious to me that he was deflecting. He said it himself, he had misjudged Reina, there was no way he believed she was involved in this. But one couldn’t deny the coincidence and if I wasn’t in deep with Reina, I’d be the first one jumping on the bandwagon thinking she had something to do with it.

“Whoa, hold up,” Bianci intervened. “What if that was the plan?” He questioned, narrowing his eyes as he worked the scenario in his head before he diverted his gaze back to mine. “Reina took Blackie’s car, went to your house?” I nodded in agreement. “Jimmy have any idea Reina exists in your life?”

I looked back at Blackie. “What happened when he came here yesterday?”

“I made her drop to her fucking knees and pretend to give me head,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big fucking deal.

Focus, Bulldog.

Keep your fucking head.

“Mother of God,” Grace exclaimed, closing her eyes in disgust.

Blackie rolled his eyes and pierced me with a look. “Made it so Jimmy thought she was just a piece of pussy nobody cared about then I dismissed her.”

“What if he wants you to think she’s the one setting you up?” Bianci asked.

“We could sit here and play the guessing game all day long but until that motherfucker makes another move all we’re doing is running in circles,” Blackie ground out.

A gunshot fired, Grace shrieked, and the boys shouted, causing me to reach for my gun and quickly spin around where I met Wolf’s glare. Smoke puffed from the barrel of the gun he pointed toward the ceiling. “About out of patience, Prez, so you might want to start fucking talking to the rest of us,” he said, eerily calm.

“I’ll give you your answers,” I bit out. “But right now I’m putting this club on lockdown,” I declared, as I looked around the room at my club that was divided thanks to me and my agenda. “Go get your families, anyone you give a damn about and bring them here,” I declared, turning to Bianci. “That includes you, go get your wife and son.” I pointed to Grace and continued, “And get her other daughter too,” I ordered, as my eyes traveled around the room. “I repeat—anyone you give a damn about.”