Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(28)

“Motherf*cker.” I growl. “Not another f*cking one.”

“Sorry, Brother. Figured it’d be best to hear it from us.”

I nod. “Thanks, ‘preciate it. I’m just tired of my men going behind my back to f*ck things up.”

“We’ll get the Disciples and your rat, don’t you worry about that. We just need to figure out what they want first, do they want revenge or their old territory back?”

“No one knows what they are after. They’re just causing chaos everywhere they go.” Lies, lies, lies, more f*cking lies.

“Some of our Baton Rouge members are following them. They are being careful and changing vehicles as they go. We’ll keep you updated.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep you updated if I hear anything.”

“Wanna stay for a drink?”

“No, thanks, I have somewhere I need to be. Another time.” I feel f*cking awful for lying over and over to him. He knows I’m up to something, I can tell by the way he’s looking at me.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes, just need to be on my own for a while. Lots to think about.” I shrug, hoping he’ll think I’m still mourning Jenny.

He nods. “Alright, Brother. Call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks, will do.” We shake hands and I’m out of there, I can feel all of them staring at me. I have this uneasy feeling that they are starting to suspect something. It’s like I have a big f*cking neon sign over my head that says LIAR in blinking letters. I’ve never felt like I have a big f*cking target on my back with them before but I do now.

I hate the man I’ve become. My parents would be ashamed of their son. I lie, I cheat, I kill, I steal, all of that for one reason only, to stay alive. Some days, I wish they would’ve killed me when they murdered my parents. I wouldn’t have had to go through all this shit. Yet, here I am, still alive and breathing. Not really alive, more like surviving. All I do is make sure I don’t end up dead. The only thing that is really keeping me alive is Nicole. I’m trapped in a vicious circle and I want out of it. I want a normal life. I want her.

Two hours later, I press the buzzer next to the huge f*cking metal gates that lead me to the fortress I grew up in. Nikolai buzzes me in and I drive up the long path in the middle of woods and park in front of the huge mansion. I get out of my car, lock it and go to the front door. I don’t have time to knock before the butler opens the door. I have no idea what his name is. I was never supposed to ask. He doesn’t speak. Never did. I’m not even sure if he is capable of talking. All I know is that he’s been there since I was brought into this family.

“Jason, Son. It’s about time. I was worried.” A thick Russian accent greets me.

“Sergei.” I turn around to see him walking down the stairs and nod at him.

“How did it go?”

“How did what go?” I look at him confused.

“You know I’m aware of everything going on around here. Don’t play stupid with me.”

“Someone tipped them so the plan was busted. Know anything about that too?” I glower at him and follow him to the bar in his lounge.

“Yes, I do.” He takes his time pouring us two whiskeys, feeding my rage and impatience.

“And?”

“The mole is close to you.” he says before handing me a glass.

“You mean it’s one of my men?”

“Da. I have two men keeping an eye on the Disciples too. They managed to take two of them out, but they are bigger than we thought.”

“Bigger? You mean they have more men than what was said in the beginning?”

“Da. Not all of them were coming for you. They don’t want the same thing that happened to the Kings to happen to them. They are coming after you and your precious Nicole.” He smirks.

“Don’t you even dare talk about her!” I yell.

“Easy, boy. She’ll be okay, don’t worry, she’ll always be safe and protected.”

“How?” I down my glass and slam the glass on the coffee table.

“Trust me. Nothing will happen to her.” He glares at me, daring me to ask more questions.

“Fine. If anything happens to her, it’s on you. She’s innocent in all of this. I don’t want her to be linked to any of it.”

“Don’t worry, Son. I have a job for you.” He smiles, a very creepy and dark smile.

“What?” I ask expecting the worst.

“We have someone who could be very useful for us and you, as well as your Last Hangman friends. We have one of the Disciples prospects locked up in the basement. He’s all yours. You know what to do with him.” He finishes his glass and leaves me alone with my thoughts. I know what I have to do. A part of me doesn’t want to do it but the other can’t f*cking wait to bash his face in and get the truth out of his bloodied mouth.

I head down the stone stairs, a path I’ve taken so many times I’ve lost count. Every single journey for the same purpose: get the truth out of someone using whatever method I wanted. It always ends up with them dead. I don’t always get the truth but for the most part, it’s always worked. They have no f*cking balls and spit out the truth in hopes that I’d spare their life. That has never happened.