SINdicate: A BT Urruela FanFiction Novel: Cerberus MC Book 1.5 by Marie James Page A

He’s well aware, according to the information they revealed, I have no family or anyone else they can torture and threaten me with like they are doing with Aviana’s dad. I’m a loose cannon; a ticking time bomb at best. How these guys are too stupid to realize that I have no idea.
    “Follow me,” Vito says walking out of the small room.
    “Where are we going?” I ask as I rub the tender area around my wrists. The skin’s not broken, but angry whelp marks cover a solid one inch.
    I look to my left and see the door to Vinnie’s office. Right next door? The way that fucker was huffing and puffing, I was sure he, at least, took a flight of stairs. His ass won’t last much longer if twenty yards has him puffing like an asthmatic teen who’d just seen tits for the first time.
    “To work,” Vito says hitting the up button on the elevator panel. And just like that, I became the newest enforcer for the SINdicate.
    As stealthily as I can, I pat my pockets. My cell phone and wallet are gone. I have no way to reach out to the guys in New Mexico to let them know about Kid.
    “What happened to the guy in the room with me?” I ask Vito, not sure if I even want what I’m assuming is tragic news. I can still hear the echo of his head hitting the bedside table in my head.
    “We left his ass there,” the other guy with us said.
    “Alive?” I ask.
    “What’s it to you?” Vito sneers. “He your boyfriend or something?”
    “Why?” I sneer. “You wanna take me for a spin?”
    His eyes widen as if homosexuality is the grossest thing he could imagine himself doing. I’m not gay by any stretch of the imagination, but I despise people who are homophobic. Too much bigger shit going on in the world than to worry about who loves who.
    “Calm the fuck down,” I say doing my best to hide my annoyance. “I just met his ass last week.” Truth. “We were sharing a room to save on costs.” Lie.
    “I just don’t need the police looking for my ass when they find a fucking dead body in a room rented in my name.” The thought that there may be some truth to that makes my skin crawl.
    “Relax, asshole,” the guy behind me says with a shove to my back. “He was moaning and groaning when we left the room. He probably has one hell of a headache, but he was alive.”
    Relief washes over me. I pray he doesn’t interfere with the SINdicate now that I have a way inside. I told him to leave me alone if they took me, and I pray he heeds my instructions.
    I have no doubt that Kincaid will send some people to keep an eye on me. No way will he just let me get grabbed up and, at least, make sure I’m okay. I take solace in knowing that they are out there, even if I can’t see them or have any idea what they plan on doing. My only concern right now is to find out where Aviana is and get her ass out of Vegas.
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    “My Cock, huh?” Mike Hawke . Vito says with a laugh as we walk down the dark alleyway. Most people come to Vegas and have no idea about the seedy, disgusting side of the town. All they see are the lights, shows, and well-kept casinos. They don’t see the crime, disease, and filth that is mere blocks away from the glamour and fun. How could they expect anything less in a city where pretty much anything goes and men have been literally getting away with murder since the first fight over land in the desert over a hundred years ago?
    “My parents were assholes,” I say in response to his jab at my name. The words taste like shit in my mouth. Maybe a guy named Mike Hawke’s parents would be assholes. My pop, on the other hand, is one of the greatest men I’ll ever know. I have to remember that Mike’s life is now mine. I’m no longer BT Urruela; I’m now an indentured servant to the SINdicate.
    “That guy,” Vito says pointing at a man who’s passed out beside the dumpster.
    The man doesn’t look homeless, or if he is, it’s a recent event. No doubt if he’s lost everything, it’s because of a bet he’d made