Page 27 of Fall of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #3)

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C ash recaps his meeting, letting us know that his father had sent one of his men, but he didn't stick around for long. We had finally set all the pieces in motion. Casted the line into the ocean and now we just had to wait for a little fishy to come along and bite. Cash’s plan for his father was simple, James prided himself as a businessman.

For years he made smart business deals that put the Hellfire empire on the map.

But a man full of pride and greed makes for an unstable lifestyle.

So, we just need to hit him where he will feel it the most, his business deals.

With Cash gaining the support and allies with the men that are the backbone of this empire, we are putting James in a predicament.

We are cutting off his access to his greed monster, the one that has been cutting corners and slimming these hard-working businessmen of their cut of the pie.

Now it’s just waiting for him to notice his men no longer respect or follow him.

We've started bets on how long it will take James to notice how many of his "loyal" men have turned their backs on him and his business. I give it a week, two tops.

Riot's dad, on the other hand, will be a bit trickier. Henry is not like James in the sense that he seeks more of everything: money, business, women. Henry cares more about his image. He always wants to be the richest man in the room or at least look it. Oh, you have a Rolex.. Well, I have a gold and diamond encrusted Rolex custom made. Anything that had ever come out of the man’s mouth was an attempt to one up someone else in the room.

Riot's meeting with Marco was a success. Marco understands how this business works, and in some cases, someone might need to be forcefully removed from his position. Like now, with our fathers. Riot is pretty sure his father will show up somehow on his own. He says Henry would feel like him hiding from his own son would be embarrassing. I think he is right, but I’m not sure how long we can wait.

The fact that my father is already taken care of makes this situation a bit easier, though, it's been a while since I've checked in with any of the clubs.

We have been a bit preoccupied, but I know I need to show face and lay down some new rules.

Maybe make a list of people I will need to clean house of.

Our fathers have ruled for many years, so we know walking in and demanding everyone fall in line won't exactly go smoothly.

No, we need to take care of loose ends before we can fully gain the respect we are owed.

It's been a few days since arriving at the Black's estate.

We've all just been hanging around trying to figure out who is going to make the next move.

We're all seated around the kitchen eating breakfast when I decide now is as good a time as ever to bring up the clubs.

Especially since I think we are all going a bit stir crazy just waiting for the next ball to drop.

"I'm thinking about heading to the clubs tonight.

Checking in, showing face. I think we need to start making a list of who will be loyal to us and those who might still be stuck in the old ways," I say aloud, taking another bit of eggs before glancing up at everyone's reactions.

Ali is smiling wide, nodding her head enthusiastically like an excited pup.

Riot watches her for a second before nodding at me like he approves of how the idea makes our girl happy.

Cash is quiet for a minute, probably weighing out the pros and cons before finally thinking.

"I think that's a good idea. We can also see if anyone else knows anything on the whereabouts of James and Henry." He takes a sip of his coffee. "Let's all go, make it a show of power for those who have heard the rumors." I snort. The rumors that some or all of us are dead.

"Do I get to dress up?" Ali is practically bouncing in her seat as she glances in each of our directions.

I smile, throwing her a wink. Ever since our little basement therapy session, the old Ali from before the "incident" has been back.

Her sassy mouth and crazy attitude have been a delight because she likes to push our buttons until we are bending her over our lap or knee and turning her plump little ass red.

Not that she complains, the little minx has blossomed beside us.

We haven't told her yet, but we plan to make her our fourth when this is all said and done.

We've talked about starting fight rings and our girl would be the perfect boss bitch for the job.

Our father's will be turning in their graves when they find out a woman will be in charge of a piece of Hellfire's empire, and I can't wait.

Riot clears his throat, giving Ali a once over.

"Yes but be mindful that I will have to carve out the eyes or cut of the hands of any man or woman that looks at you or even thinks about touching you.

So, dress accordingly." The wicked gleam that enters Ali's emerald greens tells me all I need to know. Tonight is going to end bloody.

L ater that night, me and the guys are in the living room waiting for Ali to finish getting ready.

She made a huge deal over not wanting to be seen until it was time to go.

The guys and I all went with our usual looks.

Cash and I in our nice, pressed suits, his is customary dark gray and mine a lighter gray sans the vest. Riot dons a pair of dark jeans, a black T shirt, and a leather jacket with black combat boots.

All black to hide the blood, his words, not mine.

Checking my watch again, I’m about to call out to Ali when I hear the bedroom door down the hall open.

Leaning to the side, my jaw all but hits the ground when I spot her.

"Holy shit," I whisper, but in the quiet of the room I might as well be yelling. My words draw the attention of the other two, who move to where I’m standing to see what caught my attention.

Just like me, Cash and Riot's jaws drop.

I'm pretty sure we're all drooling at this point.

Ali is grinning ear to ear as she saunters towards us looking like sin itself.

I'm mean, the devil could be a woman, right? I have no idea where she got these clothes, but Riot’s statement from this morning is going to be ringing true with the way she is dressed.

Every man and woman is going to have their eyes glued to our woman.

Ali is wearing a short, tight leather mini skirt, her scar on full display, but somehow, only makes her that much more sexy.

The skirt ends right beneath her ass cheeks, and I know if she bends over even a small amount, her pussy will be on display, because I have a feeling she's not wearing any panties.

The top she is wearing is a hot pink halter that climbs up her chest and wraps around her neck but leaves her upper back on display.

Lastly, her feet are covered in low thigh-high leather boots that stop right under her scar.

To top off the sexy as fuck, badass look, her hair is left in loose, soft waves, and light makeup splatters her face with a bright pink lip to make it all pop.

"Nope. We aren't going." Riot throws his hands in the air.

"I don't have enough bullets for every man that will see you and then fantasize about you.

You aren't going." Ali sticks out her lip in a pout while crossing her arms over her chest. Which honestly doesn't help her case as it just makes our eyes drop to her perky breasts.

"Don't make that face," Riot whines, turning to us like we are going to back him on this decision but I have no desire to upset that woman. Not when I bet she has a knife on her right this minute. I shake my head, taking a step back to show I’m not a part of this, as does Cash.

Ali smirks before approaching Riot, lifting on her tiptoes and whispering something too low for us to hear into his ear.

His whole demeanor changes in a second, and I have to hold back my laugh and comment that the fucker is whipped hard.

But I don't blame him. After a quiet second, he steps back, reaching down to readjust himself before nodding.

"Deal." Then he turns to us. "Ready?" I want to ask what she said to him, but I’m sure I’ll find out later.

I nod to the garage, and we all file out into the SUV, ready to get our night started.

I have a list of about ten different clubs I want to hit tonight.

The majority of them I know have no issue switching to new management, but I have concerns about a few that my father used to favor.

We start with the easier ones, spending a bit of time in the VIP section of each while discussing with the new house manager some of the concerns they have as well as some of the changes I would like to make moving forward.

Most are optimistic about the changes I want to see, some even adding in their own suggestions.

Overall, it's proving to be a good night, even with Riot threatening men left and right.

It's actually kind of comical because it's obvious that Ali is purposely catching other men's attention just to get a rise out of him. He either doesn't see it or doesn't care. It's almost foreplay for them.