Fury - Page 85

Another car pulled up now. A black Mercedes, as polished as our bikes and worth probably four times as much.

“Here comes the fucker now.” I watched the man push through the doors that Poppy had left open for him just a few moments earlier. “Let’s get on with this.”

The truck doors clunked heavily in the night, and we stalked forward, our feet crunching on the scattered stones of the carpark. Mark had parked his car under the streetlight, keeping the expensive mass of metal and leather visible.

Demon whistled. “Fucking nice piece of kit this. Wonder whether daddy’s inheritance pays for this or Mark’s drugs business?”

“Fuck knows.”

We pushed inside the main doors, the glass and metal yielding easily, left insecure.

“Your cameras tell you where that fucker is?” Demon asked, not bothering to whisper.

We weren’t worried about announcing our presence. There was little this fucker could or would do. But I scrolled the app on my phone, grinning when I found them.

“They’re just round this corner here,” I answered, striding forwards, Demon following.

The corner arrived, and I reached out for the light switch that I knew would be just on the wall as we rounded it. The old yellow light flickered, catching the couple in golden strobe, slowing their hurried movements as the girl pushed up off her knees and Mark fumbled, tucking himself back in his pants. I grinned.

“Don’t stop just for us.” The light stopped flickering, the dying tube above my head shuddering one more time before it complied and lit the entire corridor.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mark grumbled, adjusting himself.

“Oh, you know who I am. And she knows who I am, too.” The young brunette shuffled, subconsciously wiping the corners of her mouth. “You know I’m the Vice President of the Northern Kings. And she knows that too. Don’t you sweetheart? Does she still scream like a fucking banshee when you make her come?”

Mark glared at me.

“No?” I kept going. “Looks like she’s been faking it then, mate. Got her eyes on that nice shiny Merc out there, hasn’t she? She’s always liked black, shiny machines. Is that drugs money paying for that nice car or was it daddy’s?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

Mark’s eyes moved over me. Fear and anger. He didn’t look like her, even half related, there was little resemblance. Gordon and Tommy looked nothing like her, either. His head turned to Demon, to the blood spatter all over his t-shirt and the swelling starting across his knuckles where he’d hurt his fists on a man’s face. Mark’s eyes widened, the Adam’s apple of his throat bobbing, then bobbing again as he tried to swallow the bile of panic.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice barely audible now.

“Your operation here,” I spun my finger in a circle in the air. “It stops now.”

“I…I…”

“He can’t stop, Fury,” the little brunette interrupted. “He’s in too deep now.”

“Didn’t look that way to me just a moment ago.”

“The Masons won’t allow it to stop.”

I stepped closer, towering over the pair of them. Mark wasn’t short, but I made him look like a dwarf. The pair of them looked up into my eyes, not quite breathing.

“The Masons belong to us now, pet,” I said to the girl. “You run along and ask your daddy that. Which one is he, cos it ain’t Mike, is it? Even he would have come after me for fucking his daughter.” She bit her lip, tears filling her eyes now. “No. I didn’t think so. It’s Mark we wanna talk to, pet. So, off you fuck. I’m pretty sure Ms Fischer will hand you your notice tomorrow, so don’t bother coming back.”

She chewed on her lip, suddenly looking vulnerable. Then she pushed past us, the tempo of her footsteps growing till they stopped altogether. Somewhere out in the night, tyres screeched. And now we were alone, with the man who had threatened to kill my woman.

“Look…I…” He gasped, retreating a step, his hands coming up to cover his face. “Please, just wait a moment…” The bones in my knuckles cracked, and he staggered backwards.

“Now we’ve got that out of the way. This is what’s going to happen.” The man swayed, looking like he was going to pass out. The second punch had landed harder than I had meant it to. “You’re going to step away from this drugs game, and you’re going to tell your contact in the Masons they work for us now.”

“I can’t. They’ll come after me…”

“Like they went after Heidi?”

He swallowed, his face growing paler by the second.