Tiny by Sam Crescent

wouldn’t know him. None of Tiny’s club would know him. He’d heard about Mikey being killed, which was a fucking
shame. Snitch would have liked to have killed the fucker himself for turning
against him.
    Dropping his cell phone
under the man’s truck, Snitch put his hands up in the air. “I’m so sorry, man.
I wasn’t looking where I was going. My woman was on the phone, complainin ’. You know how it is?” It took every ounce of
willpower not to laugh. Snitch saw Murphy glare at him, bending down to grab
the cell phone.
    “Get the fuck out and watch
where you’re going next time.”
    Yeah, he was going, and when
he came back, the bastard and the women were going to be dead.

Chapter Six
     
    Sipping at his beer Tiny
watched Ned from the corner of his compound. Tate was soaking up the attention,
and Eva was stood with his daughter. The two women were the best of friends. No
one would even suspect that Eva helped to raise his daughter. He was sure if it
wasn’t for Eva, his daughter would have been impossible to tame.
    Whizz approached him. The
smile on the other man’s face wouldn’t alert any of the club to the possible
danger they could be in.
    “Hi, boss,” Whizz said,
taking a gulp of his drink.
    “What do you have for me?”
Tiny asked.
    “Nothing.”
    Frowning, he turned to the
other man at his side. Whizz had once been a Lion, one of his enemies. When The
Lions went down, Murphy brought three men to him who he felt would be a benefit
to his own club. Whizz, Time, and Killer were brilliant, and Tiny knew the men
were loyal.
    “What do you mean you’ve got
nothing?” Snitch was not the kind of man to not have a record.
    “Exactly what I mean, which
is fucking messed up. No one can get around without being noticed. This man you
asked me to look into pretty much disappeared after you took over Fort Wills.
All the dates you’ve given me actually add up.” Whizz took another long pull on
his beer. “You know what it means?”
    “Yeah, he’s off the grid,
and there’s no way for us to know where he is.”
    “He can’t be found unless he
wants to be. If this man is a danger to us and Fort Wills then you’re going to
need to alert the others. I can’t find him, and if I can’t find him, I can’t
prepare us for it.” Whizz was looking around the club.
    “This could be down to my
own paranoia,” Tiny said. Over the last year he’d been hit left, right, and
fucking center. Was it making him think of a dead man as an enemy? There was a
reason for someone to go off the grid, and that’s because they’re fucking dead.
    “I looked at this man’s
file, Tiny. Fort Wills didn’t stop him as they were fucking terrified, but the
guy has a record from before then.” Whizz turned away from the group. “He
doesn’t give a fuck about anyone. He doesn’t have a code or care who he hits.
Women, children, the innocent, he kills them all, and those who take his fancy,
he tortures them.”
    Tiny didn’t need to be
reminded. The image of the girl’s pain flashed across his mind. He knew the
kind of pain Snitch could inflict, and it wasn’t good.
    “Good work,” Tiny said,
slapping the man on the back. He was no closer to knowing if Snitch was alive.
    “I’m sorry I can’t give you
any good news.”
    “Don’t worry about it. Enjoy
the party.” Tiny felt it was going to be the last party for a long time.
    Leaving his alcove he joined
in with the celebration. Angel, Sophia, and Tate were all glowing with
happiness. He watched each of them preen under the attention. Murphy, Lash, and
Nash didn’t leave their sides. The pride in their expressions made Tiny chuckle.
    “They remind me of you,”
Alex said, coming forward.
    “Oh yeah,
how?” Tiny asked, smiling at his brother-in-law.
    Alex had become a friend
Tiny never expected to have.
    “When Patricia told you she
was pregnant with Tate, you practically glowed. It was hard not to knock you
the fuck out for knocking my sister up.”
    Tiny