Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(72)

Jett moved along the desk and looked at the TV screen. It was frozen in mid scene of two men and one woman. One guy was at the woman’s mouth, the other guy filling her up from behind.

“He’s watching porn,” Jett said. “Fucking pig.”

“Hey,” Blaine said. “I think I have this one. Is it called…”

“Don’t touch him,” Jace said. “What if he f*cking touched himself or something…”

Jett backed up. “Okay, Angelo, let’s talk.”

“Who are you?”

“Read the cut,” Jett said. “You know who we are. We need to check your stockroom. Where do you get your seafood?”

“All fresh,” Angelo said. He sat up and turned off the TV. He then took a towel off his desk and wiped his forehead.

“Do you come in that?” Blaine asked. “Then throw it in the basket with the other towels for the restaurant?”

“What’s the difference?” Angelo asked. “A man needs…”

“I’m going to throw up,” Jace said.

“Focus right now,” Jett growled. “I don’t have time for this shit. Angelo, take us to the stockroom. I need to check.”

“It’s all fresh,” Angelo said. “What the f*ck do you want? You running the docks now? Controlling everything?”

“Maybe,” Jett said. “Stand up, make sure your little dick is tucked away, and take us to the stockroom.”

Jett, Jace, and Blaine made a wall at the desk.

“You’re scared to death,” Jett said. “And that waitress - Stacey…”

“Fucking beautiful,” Blaine said. “Ever see her tits, Angelo?”

“She’s my daughter!” Angelo bellowed and stood up. “You sick f*ck.”

“So you’ve seen…”

“Blaine,” Jett snapped. “Fuck, man. Stop.” Jett looked at Angelo. “She cried twice, Angelo. I talked to her for two minutes. She cried twice, man. This is what you’ve given your daughter? You’re a real piece of shit.”

“I work hard!” Angelo snapped. He slammed his hands on the desk. “I work and try.”

“You f*ck with other crews,” Jett said. “You get yourself in debts you can’t pay off. You f*ck around. You love expensive * and cheap porn. And your food sucks. So stand up and take care of things right now. So I’ll say it one more time just because I’m nice and I feel for your daughter… take me to the stockroom or I’m going to put a bullet between your eyes.”

“And then I’m going to put my cock between your daughter’s legs,” Blaine said.

“And her ass,” Jace added.

“Jesus Christ,” Angelo said. He grabbed at a gold cross chain. “Jesus Christ.”

“No,” Jett said. “We’re not saviors. We’re the justice. Now f*cking move, fat ass.”

Angelo took them back into the kitchen area and through another little corridor. At the end of the hall was a heavy door. It was dirty and the handle looked slimy. Angelo opened it and they all worked their way inside.

“Here,” Angelo said. “Now what?”

“I’m going to look around,” Jett said.

“You don’t need to. It’s all fresh. Right out of the ocean.”

“Yeah?” Jett asked. He pointed to a box of salmon. “This says packed from Fairland, New Jersey.”

“Fresh and packed,” Angelo said.

Jett lost it. He grabbed Angelo by the shirt and swung him. The big man was a little hard to move, but when he got him swinging, gravity and momentum did its job. Jett threw Angelo into a rack of food. He crashed with a thud and let out a scream. Two containers of food fell from the shelves, one of them spilling open with chicken breasts hitting the floor and sliding across the floor.

“You’re f*cking scum,” Jett said.

He then took the lead and started opening the containers of food, looking for drugs. It was pretty simple. With all the dealings with the bomb at the compound and some business guy snooping around after his daughter was killed at a fight, Miller worried that some of the other battles in the world were being left behind. The worst thing that could happen were drugs. Back Down Devil MC worked hard to keep all that shit out of Frelen. There were some mumblings about Coast Road MC and bringing in drugs with seafood. Angelo popped up on the radar because he was a piece of shit. A gambler, addicted to strippers, always making promises he couldn’t keep. The restaurant was flooded by debt and waiting to collapse. It only made sense he would be helping to move drugs around.

“What are you doing?” Angelo asked as he tried to get to his feet.

He then stepped on a chicken breast and slid on it. He went down hard on his ass with a bellowing cry.

“Look at him,” Jace said. “He’s pathetic.”

“Yeah,” Jett said. “These containers are clear.”

“Tell me,” Angelo cried out. “What did I do?”

Angelo tried to stand again and managed to get to his feet.

Jett faced him. “Drugs. Got any?”

“No. No, no, no. I never…”

“Angelo, I find out you’re involved with anything like that… I’m going to f*cking kill you.”