riveted in the spot. Unable to speak. Things were ratcheting up, and only getting worse.
And Devlin was right about one thing, as much as she hated to even admit it. This was all because of her.
His so called love for her may be true, or it might just be a game to keep her under control. But she didn't care which right now. She just knew she no longer had any friends here. She had no where else to go. No one to turn to.
No more Caine.
There came a harder bashing at the door. Someone was now kicking it.
Devlin looked almost resigned to his fate. As if this truly was how he expected things to end up when he came here.
"Remember honey," he said, turning to face the door which shook even harder. "When they hurt me, it's because I love you so much."
The door flew open.
Instantly, two, then three, then five very big men entered the room. The bouncers looked very similar to the the Banished Souls that employed them - enormous.
The head bouncer, the biggest one pointed a large finger at Devlin. "What the hell is going on in here?"
Devlin raised his hands. "We're just talking. That's all. We locked the door for privacy." He seemed to realize just how bad the situation was. "I'm not looking for any trouble."
The bouncers inched forward. Their expressions were of wild dogs moving in for a kill. Devlin was in for a serious beating, at the very least.
The head bouncer looked at Cherish. "You know this dick-head?"
Cherish knew that her answer would seal Devlin's fate. Her mind flashed to Caine the night before, during a moment of their passionate love making. It had not been real. It had all been a game. She had been played.
Now she just needed to survive.
"No, it's okay," she said. She stepped forward and took Devlin's hand who barely hid his surprise.
"He's my boyfriend."
Chapter 11
Caine
"This stuff here," said Uncle. "This is all just a band aid over a much bigger wound."
Caine and Uncle stood in another one of their secret warehouses. Caine looked over to where the Club President was indicating. A small mini van was being stuffed with video game consoles. They were not worth a lot on the black market but with the current state of the Club finances it was better than nothing.
Caine could only frown. "Where'd we get em?"
Uncle watched as the last few boxes was loaded in and the sliding door shut. Blankets were thrown over the top. "Barely a tenth of what we lost with the other load."
Caine winced. Not good news, and it was only getting worse. Their previous client had completely bailed, and word had gotten out on the loss. The Club's reputation was in the crapper at the moment with little momentum to get it back up again to a point where heavy hitters would deal with them again.
Just like a damned corporation, Caine thought. Something goes wrong, its stock sinks. Only, when a company's stock drops there isn't the threat of stockholders shooting you and leaving you in a deep hole somewhere.
"Speaking of that," said Uncle, "any updates?"
"Nothing solid," Caine said. "On the cops side, they aren't finding much. They've asked around and our people were prepped, so nothing goes even close to being Club related."
"Good," said Uncle.
"All they have is the body of Angus, who, to them is just some random guy with no family. He was unemployed, according to federal records. His criminal record was also clean save for a couple of drunk and dis-orderlies back in the day."
"And who doesn't got them?" Uncle mused. But he got serious again. "Okay, they can't link him or his activities to us. So what do we have on our end?"
"Less than the cops. Other than we don't think Angus was in on a double cross. Just doesn't add up. Solid dude. Or was. No, it had to be someone in the know of our operations. And given how shoddy things have been lately, it could be either external, or
And Devlin was right about one thing, as much as she hated to even admit it. This was all because of her.
His so called love for her may be true, or it might just be a game to keep her under control. But she didn't care which right now. She just knew she no longer had any friends here. She had no where else to go. No one to turn to.
No more Caine.
There came a harder bashing at the door. Someone was now kicking it.
Devlin looked almost resigned to his fate. As if this truly was how he expected things to end up when he came here.
"Remember honey," he said, turning to face the door which shook even harder. "When they hurt me, it's because I love you so much."
The door flew open.
Instantly, two, then three, then five very big men entered the room. The bouncers looked very similar to the the Banished Souls that employed them - enormous.
The head bouncer, the biggest one pointed a large finger at Devlin. "What the hell is going on in here?"
Devlin raised his hands. "We're just talking. That's all. We locked the door for privacy." He seemed to realize just how bad the situation was. "I'm not looking for any trouble."
The bouncers inched forward. Their expressions were of wild dogs moving in for a kill. Devlin was in for a serious beating, at the very least.
The head bouncer looked at Cherish. "You know this dick-head?"
Cherish knew that her answer would seal Devlin's fate. Her mind flashed to Caine the night before, during a moment of their passionate love making. It had not been real. It had all been a game. She had been played.
Now she just needed to survive.
"No, it's okay," she said. She stepped forward and took Devlin's hand who barely hid his surprise.
"He's my boyfriend."
Chapter 11
Caine
"This stuff here," said Uncle. "This is all just a band aid over a much bigger wound."
Caine and Uncle stood in another one of their secret warehouses. Caine looked over to where the Club President was indicating. A small mini van was being stuffed with video game consoles. They were not worth a lot on the black market but with the current state of the Club finances it was better than nothing.
Caine could only frown. "Where'd we get em?"
Uncle watched as the last few boxes was loaded in and the sliding door shut. Blankets were thrown over the top. "Barely a tenth of what we lost with the other load."
Caine winced. Not good news, and it was only getting worse. Their previous client had completely bailed, and word had gotten out on the loss. The Club's reputation was in the crapper at the moment with little momentum to get it back up again to a point where heavy hitters would deal with them again.
Just like a damned corporation, Caine thought. Something goes wrong, its stock sinks. Only, when a company's stock drops there isn't the threat of stockholders shooting you and leaving you in a deep hole somewhere.
"Speaking of that," said Uncle, "any updates?"
"Nothing solid," Caine said. "On the cops side, they aren't finding much. They've asked around and our people were prepped, so nothing goes even close to being Club related."
"Good," said Uncle.
"All they have is the body of Angus, who, to them is just some random guy with no family. He was unemployed, according to federal records. His criminal record was also clean save for a couple of drunk and dis-orderlies back in the day."
"And who doesn't got them?" Uncle mused. But he got serious again. "Okay, they can't link him or his activities to us. So what do we have on our end?"
"Less than the cops. Other than we don't think Angus was in on a double cross. Just doesn't add up. Solid dude. Or was. No, it had to be someone in the know of our operations. And given how shoddy things have been lately, it could be either external, or
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