Chapter 48 We need a plan. I want those girls.
Georgio Caruso
I looked through the pictures on my phone. The women running on the beach and shopping in that little store were definitely the Morelli sisters. The younger one was the spitting image of their mother. Maria Morelli looked nothing like she did ten years ago. Gone was that skinny girl with pale hair and perfect skin. Now she was a woman with curves, dark hair, and ink all over her arms. The next photo made me laugh out loud. It showed the younger one, Celeste, holding a knife right against Vice’s pants, aimed at his dick.
My phone rang. I tapped the green button.
“Yes.”
“Boss, do you want us to take the girls?”
“Have you seen Leonardo?”
“No, Boss.”
“Then no. We wait a little longer.”
I hung up and went back to the photos. They were beautiful, no question. If Leonardo did not show himself soon, I would have the girls taken. That would force him out of whatever hole he was hiding in. Then he would have to face the Caruso family. And once I had Leonardo where I wanted him, my men would have their fun with his daughters right in front of him. I pulled up an older picture, one of my beautiful wife. She was so full of life. I was going to enjoy my revenge. No one fucks with the Caruso family.
Atlas
The drive back to Fayetteville, NC, took a little more than seven hours. I pulled up to my clubhouse with Vice, Mal, and six of my brothers. Inside, the rest of my club was waiting, and a full-blown party was going on. There are about one hundred and fifty of us in total. I only brought eight to Florida. We were not planning to go to the rally this year, but I needed a break after the war with the Carusos. After talking to Georgio and digging around a bit more, we decided we worked better alone. Neither of us could give orders to the other’s men without starting an argument. So he said he would keep investigating in New York, and I decided to let him and take the break I needed. Only Vice and Mal know we still have no idea who really killed our New York brothers. We told the other chapters we handled the people responsible.
Vice and Mal agreed with me that there was not much else to do. We had no real clues except for the Caruso symbol, and we found out they were being set up, if we chose to believe Georgio. And right now, I do believe him.
I dropped into my big, soft chair, the one no one else is allowed to sit in, and had a prospect bring me a beer. It felt good to be home. I was still burning over how Bull, Butcher, and Viper humiliated me. I did not want to let that go, but they had more men around than I did, and I am not stupid enough to start a full fight without more of my own brothers there.
I let out a long breath, took a drink of my beer, and looked around the room. One of the club girls was watching me. I motioned for her to come over. When she got close, I pointed to the floor between my legs. She knew what I wanted. She got on her knees right away. She unbuckled my jeans and pulled out my cock, which was already getting hard. She put her mouth around me without hesitation. I let my head fall back and enjoyed what she was doing. My mind drifted back to Florida, to Viper’s woman. I closed my eyes and pictured her. I remembered watching from a distance as Viper used his belt on her. Fuck, that was so fucking hot. Thinking about it made me hard as stone, the scene playing again and again in my head, the sound of the belt, her moans. She loved every second of it. Viper is one lucky bastard to have a woman like that. Something about earlier today was bothering me, something Bull said. It was just at the edge of my mind, but I could not grab it. I tried to focus on our conversations at the shop and later when I was arguing with Bull. I groaned when the girl between my legs took my balls into her mouth. Her tongue worked over them. She sucked on one, and I opened my eyes, lifted my head, and grabbed her hair. I pulled her off my balls and pushed her head down onto my dick. I thrust up as I forced her down, making her take all of me. I did it four more times until I came. The second I finished, everything became clear. Slice and dice. A knife to Vice’s balls.
“Son of a bitch!” I yelled.
“Vice! Mal! My office, now!”
I pushed the girl away, stood up, put myself back in my pants, and fastened my jeans. I marched to my office and fell into my chair. Mal and Vice rushed in after me and took the two seats in front of my desk.
“What is going on, Prez?” Vice asked.
“Viper’s woman. The one with the knife. Did either of you get a picture of her?”
“Yeah, I took one of her bending over in the shop,” Mal said. He pulled out his phone, found the photo, and handed it to me. It was a perfect shot of her ass.
“Good picture,” I muttered, sending it to myself.
“Why do you need it?” Vice asked.
“Something has been scratching at the back of my mind. She looked so comfortable with that knife. Then when Bull said something about her slicing me for him, it set off an alarm. Remember that woman in New York? Razor’s Old Lady. She said she had friends who left our party early because they felt uncomfortable. Then Viper said some of our men made them feel uncomfortable at one of our parties. Why would anyone from the Lords of Chaos let their women go to a Jackals party alone, knowing what happens at our parties? I would never let my Old Lady go to another club’s party without me. Would you?”
“No,” they both said at the same time.
I found a contact in my phone and sent the picture with a text: Is this your friend? It took about two minutes to get a reply.
Razor’s Old Lady said yes, that was her friend. If what I am thinking is right, then we have been played.
“You think she took out a whole club? Come on, Prez. She is a woman. There is no fucking way,” Mal said.
I turned to my computer and opened a file.
“I have the autopsy report right here. Almost every single brother who was killed was drugged, roofies and strong painkillers. All except four. My guess is those four were passed out drunk. It does not matter. What matters is the men were all out of it and easy to hurt. Maybe her sister helped her. Maybe the Lords helped her. I do not know, but I think they are involved. My gut tells me I am right.”
“The Lords all have alibis,” Vice said.
“Yeah, but Butcher said they left their women in charge. He said two of their women had higher body counts than any of his men, and more than him and me combined.”
“Bullshit,” Mal snorted.
“That is what I thought, too. But what if it is not? What if the Lords found out what Caruso and his club were doing and decided to end them?”
Vice and Mal stared at me. I could almost see their minds working.
“So what do we do? They did us a favor and handled our problem. For all we know, Caruso might have lied to you and kept doing what he was doing once you left,” Vice said.
“That is not the point. Them taking out our chapter was a direct insult. They could have come to me.”
“We are not even sure any of this is true. It is just a theory,” Vice said.
“It is true. I know it. I just need to get my hands on that girl and her sister,” I said. “We need a plan. I want those girls. And once we get the truth from them, we answer back.”