Uncontrollable Temptations (Tempted #3)(83)

“Brothers,” he repeated.

I swallowed hard, eyes wide as I watched him carefully. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“And as far as whatever cases he had, I sure as hell wasn’t privy to that shit since I didn’t even know his real occupation. But even if I had been, I wouldn’t have grabbed whatever proof he was collecting against you because I was in the house when you set it on fire.” Yeah, even in the state I was in, I could read between the lines. Jack had confirmed that the fire wasn’t an accident and that he would make the man responsible pay. “You made sure nothing was left, nothing left of Danny or his business and nearly nothing left of me,” I seethed, as I stared him in the eye. “I hope the flames bite you in the ass when you’re in Hell. I hope they torment you like they did me, and I pray to God that you suffer slowly.”

“Shut up,” he shouted. “Shut your fucking mouth!” He turned to his sidekick and demanded, “In fact, gag the bitch.”

“Wait” I forced out. “Can I please have a glass of water?”

Jimmy snarled as he looked at me. “Get her a glass of water.”

“Boss, we’re going to be late for our meet with Sanchez,” fuck-face two replied.

“Just get her the damn water,” Jimmy yelled. Moments later he was handed a glass, extended it to my lips and aided me in sipping the water since my hands were tied. I gulped it all down except for the last sip. When he removed the glass from my lips I let the water swish around in my mouth before I spat it in his face.

“Fucking bitch,” he screeched, pulling a handkerchief from his pants and wiping his face. “Blindfold her too, it’s time to teach the naughty girl a lesson,” he crooned, balling up the handkerchief and throwing it at me. “One by one I will strip you of all your senses.”

I didn’t have a chance to reply, the handkerchief was picked up by one of the men and rolled into a ball before he shoved it into my mouth and sealed it with a strip of duct tape.

I gagged and then everything went black as he took my sense of sight away.





“Well? How much is there?” I asked Pipe, as he loaded the suitcase with the heroine.

“More than enough,” he stated, turning to Riggs. “You really came through, kid.”

My phone rang before I could agree with Pipe and thank Riggs. I glanced down at the number and realized it was Bianci calling from the pre-paid phone.

“Talk to me,” I answered.

“He’s agreed to meet Sanchez in one hour at Pier 33. I’m bringing Sanchez with me, just in case but we should have the place surrounded. I don’t know if he’s coming or one of his men. Sanchez says Jimmy trusts no one and usually does the deal himself,” Anthony said with frustration.

“We’ve got a meeting,” I said in disbelief, staring at the two suitcases full of heroine.

“Yeah but now you have to decide how we play this. Are we going to tail them and hope they lead us to Reina and Blackie while the time runs out on the clock or are we going to turn the tables on this fuck and take matters into our own hands?”

“What do you think?” I replied.

“I think it’s time Jimmy got a dose of his own medicine, you feel me, brother?”

I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder and looked down at my hands, turned them so my palms were up and I envisioned all the things these two hands were capable of doing.

“Bianci, is Temptations still boarded up?” I asked.

“Nope, it’s abandoned right now. I’ll get the keys,” he offered.

“Good idea, see you in an hour,” I said, before ending the call and turning to face the four sets of eyes that were staring back at me. “We got a date with Gold,” I grinned, diverting my eyes to the empty duffel bags on the table. “Going to need those,” I said, reaching across the table and grabbing two of them. “We need to meet at Pier 33 in an hour.”

“What the fuck are we going to do with all these drugs?” Pipe asked, holding up the two suitcases.

“Oh we’re taking them with us,” I grinned.

One last trick.

I’m coming for you motherfucker.

I’ll show you who the motherfucking boss is.

I ignored their suspicious eyes and the guilt that once again I was leaving them dancing in the wind. I wasn’t going to allow anyone to talk me out of this. In the end it was what was best for the club too, they needed to trust me and I know that was a lot to ask of them, to ask of anyone right now.

I took the duffel bags and gathered what I needed. I made one final call to put the plan into motion. After securing the bags to my bike, I took a moment to gather myself, to reason with my maker and prayed just this once he would fight with me and not against me.

Sixty minutes isn’t a long time and when you’re gearing yourself up for the biggest battle of your life it’s even shorter. Before I could bring myself down from the mental high I was experiencing, I glanced at the watch on my wrist and sped across town to the pier with my brothers.

The sun was rising, the dawn of a new day and the last one for Jimmy. He just didn’t know it. But he would soon. It was time for him to meet his maker, me.

It was easy to spot Sanchez, he was a bloody mess barely able to stand in front of the pier but the laser bullseye that Bianci had pointed in between his eyes made him a dead giveaway. Literally. My eyes followed the laser beam across the docks to where Anthony and Mike stood with their guns cocked and ready.