Motorcycle Man (Dream Man #4)(129)
“You are again not tellin’ me somethin’ I don’t know,” Tack pointed out.
“Prepare, man,” Hawk replied quietly.
He knew that too.
He knew. Tack knew.
Lescheva was stone cold. But even the coldest motherf*cker burned bright before he flamed out.
Lescheva’s days were numbered, Tack had been working for a whole f**king year with his higher ups to see that come about at the same time extricate Chaos from that bullshit forever.
And Lescheva knew it.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t intend to take down everyone around him when he flamed out.
And Tyra was around him.
“Got shit to do,” Tack muttered.
“My boys and I are all over this.”
Tack caught his eyes.
“Owe you.”
“No marker.”
“Don’t play it that way, Hawk.”
“You had my woman’s back and in doin’ it, mine. I got yours. We’re even.”
He could live with that.
Tack jerked up his chin.
Then he stalked out of the Compound to his bike.
* * * * *
Two hours later, Chaos cabin outside Golden, Colorado…
Wearing brass knuckles, Hop clocked Gerald “Pipe” Dahl in the jaw with a closed fist and the fat man as well as the chair he was tied to went down.
Naomi, tied across the room in her own chair, shrieked, “Stop!”
Pipe spit out a mess of blood and a tooth, grunting, “I’m tellin’ you! I don’t know shit!”
Tack, standing three feet away, arms crossed on his chest, ordered in a voice cold as ice, “Get him up.”
Boz and High moved forward, grabbed the chair and hauled it up, Boz bitching, “Jesus, man, how’d you get so fat bein’ a cokehead? You’re breathin’ after we’re done with you, lay off the Doritos.”
They got him up, Boz and High stepped back, Hop looked to Tack but Tack shook his head once.
Then he looked at Pipe and demanded, “Talk to me.”
Battered, bloody, his head hanging down because he didn’t have the strength to pull it up, he pushed out a labored breath on his, “I don’t know shit.”
“He doesn’t know anything! Leave him be!” Naomi screeched.
Only Tack’s head turned and his eyes skewered his ex bitch.
“You are in a precarious position,” he told her, his voice low, chill, his words coming slow but his eyes were flaring. “Advice, Naomi, keep your mouth shut.”
Naomi looked into her ex-husband’s eyes and shut her mouth.
Tack’s gaze went back to Pipe. “Talk,” he growled.
With effort, Pipe lifted his head and, expending more effort, he focused as best he could on Tack. “Seriously, dude. I’m tellin’ you. I don’t know shit. I’m into them two hundred K for blow. They’re not gonna trust a cokehead.”
“You do that blow in front of my kids?” Tack’s words lashed out and hit true, stinging both targets.
Naomi peeped but went silent. Pipe winced as if he’d been struck.
Then he grunted, “No.”
“How you get two hundred K in with the Russians for blow and not do that shit in front of my kids?” Tack asked. “You do that much, you’d have to have that rolled bill permanently fixed to your nose.”
“I hid it, they never saw.”
“How you get two hundred K in with the Russians for blow and not do that shit in front of my kids?” Tack repeated when he got a bullshit response.
Pipe blew out another jagged breath and his head dropped. “To relieve a debt, told ‘em I’d hold onto some of it for them. Keep it safe before they moved it. Had a party. Someone found it. Stole it.”
Jesus, this was one stupid-ass motherf*cker.
“Where would they take Tyra?” Tack asked and Pipe forced his head up again.
“I’m tellin’ you, I don’t know.”
Tack looked to Hop and gave him a nod.
Hop moved in but this time he pulled the knife from his belt.
“Fuck me! I don’t know! I don’t know!” Pipe screamed. “But I know who’ll know!”
Hop looked over his shoulder. Tack jerked up his chin. Hop moved aside.
“Oleg,” Pipe stated immediately. “Dude’s name is Oleg.”
Tack felt eyes on him and this was because every brother knew everything about the Russians and none of them had heard of Oleg.
“Do not bullshit me, Pipe,” Tack warned.
“I’m not. I wouldn’t. He’s not tight with the Russians. He’s only tight with Lescheva.”
“Then how do you know this guy?”
“I ain’t stupid, man. My neck’s on the line with these f**kers. I been watchin’ and not just Ride.”
“What’s his connection with Lescheva?”
“No clue but my guess is, he’s his out.”
“His out?”
“Lescheva’s time is up, man. He ain’t stupid. He knows that. Only one reason a man gets tight with a man outside his operation but in the family and that’s because he’s makin’ plans. I didn’t get close. I just watched but, lately, they been meetin’ a lot.”