Page 6 of Sac-rifice (RBMC: Cleveland, Ohio Chapter #7)

SLINGING LIQUOR WITH FRIENDS

SAC

“I don’t trust this slimy ass.” I pointed out with a shake of my head.

Over the years, I hadn’t grown any fonder of Monty.

His ass would double-cross his own grandma if she was still alive, so screwing us over wasn’t something he would lose any sleep over.

Of course, if he did, his nuts would be hanging from the rearview mirror of my new truck.

“No one does, brother,” Ghoul said, running his fingers through the end of his black and white beard.

“If that’s true, then why are we still doing business with him?”

“Someone has to take the fall if shit goes south.” Spider nodded.

“So, let me get this straight; the two of you have made us deal with him for years in case we needed someone to blame? Fucking seriously?” I asked, not buying that was the only reason.

There was no doubt in my mind if someone was stupid enough to point a finger at us that there was a backup plan, but Monty was a weak ass plan to have.

The guy was too flaky and infamously mouthy.

He would sing like a canary at the sight of a twenty-dollar bill.

Hell, Agent McFaye was better to work with, and I hated that woman’s guts.

“Everything has its place,” Wiley sneered, eying the outside of Monty’s bar, Cat Call.

“Might do it, but this isn’t the place for us. Surely there’s another option,” I huffed.

“Nope. It has to be Monty, so try and keep your hands off his women while we’re in there this time.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen the selection, and I’m not interested.”

Ghoul cocked his head to the side, placing the back of his hand against my forehead. “Sac, brother, are you sick? This is the second time you’ve blown off the chance to jump start a conversation about pussy.”

“Perfectly fine, boss. Just not feeling much like myself the past couple of days. Maybe I’m coming down with something,” I lied, wondering when Ghoul became so intuitive.

Maybe it wasn’t Ghoul that was the problem, but me.

“I’ll be back to normal and be face deep between a set of thighs before the night’s over.

Don’t worry, Prez.” I rubbed my hands together as I forced a smile.

This was all her fault. Well, that wasn’t exactly true.

She wasn’t entirely to blame. I hadn’t been thinking straight since Sleeper’s sister, Baby Belle, called Sleep a few weeks back.

Hearing her voice reminded me of when she left me in charge of her stupid guinea pig.

I didn’t kill the thing but bawled like a baby when it died.

All of my brothers thought I was crying over the damned fuzz ball, but I cried because I was pissed at the memories flooding through my head—all of them involved the girl from my past. She was always trying to save one kind creature or another.

Sure, my brothers still gave me shit from time to time, but I swallowed it.

Having them believe I bawled my eyes out over the loss of Belle’s pet was less of a headache than explaining it was all a front.

I was losing my shit in front of my brothers and none of them had the slightest idea why it was happening.

“That’s more like the annoying bastard we know,” Sledge said with a grunt, leaning down to adjust his boot lace.

* * *

“What can I do for you, fellas? Or better yet, who can do you for you?” Monty asked, running his hand over a dancer’s ass. I furrowed my eyebrows and gagged. There was no way any woman wanted him touching them. The woman forced out a laugh and playfully swatted at his hand.

“I’ll make you happy,” the woman said, licking her lips and reaching for Tin Man.

“That’s right, boys. Any of these apples are ripe for the picking.

Anyone you want.” He gleamed, scanning his eyes across my brothers before they stopped on me.

“Except for you. You can’t have any of Monty Cat’s fruit,” Monty snapped in my direction.

Clearly, he was still upset I slept with his woman a while back.

I never admitted it to anyone, but I was so blacked out drunk that I didn’t even remember my own name that night, much less where I was or who I stuck my dick into.

“Fine by me. If you’ve touched it, it’s fuckin’ rotten anyway,” I bit out.

Monty’s mouth opened, but Ghoul spoke first, “Monty, looks like you’re running low on liquor. You must need to order all new for the out-of-towners coming in.”

“What do you mean? I just restocked,” he said, waving his hand to the stockroom located in the back of the building.

“Damn. I think your memory is a bit fuzzy. I think you need new chairs, too.” My hand wrapped around the nearest stool, and I lifted it off the floor.

I smiled at him as I passed, knowing I was going to enjoy this more than any person should, but his nasty ass had this coming for a long time, and it was long overdue.

Wiley opened the stockroom door, and I launched the stool full force against the shelves. Glass shattered from inside of the boxes, and liquor seeped out of the cardboard. “Oops.” My eyes connected with Sleep’s while I jerked a box off the shelf with both hands, and it clattered to the floor.

Sleep grinned, strolling around me and stopped on the other side of the shelf. He pushed two boxes off as he grunted. “Think that’s enough?”

“Nah,” I said with a hint of laughter behind my tone and sent another box soaring off the shelf.

“What the fuck?” Monty yelled in a panicked voice, which was quickly followed by a shuffling noise.

“Not today, fucker,” Ghoul growled, and then the loud unmistakable sound of metal smacking against flesh echoed from where they were and throughout the bar.

“Ghoul. Buddy. I thought we were cool. Y-You struck me,” Monty whined. Finally, Ghoul was treating Monty like he always should have. I wish I would have known hitting Monty was on the table. I would have been the first in line to smack that mother fucker.

“Me too, but if you think for a second you’re going to do something to stop this, you are sadly fucking mistaken. If you lay a single finger on me or any of my brothers, I will grab the nearest thing and filet you like the bottom-feeder you are. Got it?”

“Fine. Okay. I get the point. Will you call them off before there’s nothing worth buying in here?”

“Heh. There wasn’t anything worth value in here long before we walked through the doors.” I chuckled, wiping the palms of my hands down the front of my jeans.

Wiley lifted another box and chucked it out of the room.

“Ghoul, I’ll never be able to replace all of that,” he complained but didn’t try anything else as far as I could tell.

He knew his place in the hierarchy of everything, but clearly, he had momentarily forgotten.

Maybe after this reminder, he wouldn’t forget again.

If he so much as tip-toed toward where we were, Ghoul would split his skull open for him, and then we’d all have a beer to celebrate.

“Am I supposed to enjoy this? Because I am,” I said, flinging yet another box out and more bottles broke.

The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, but I wasn’t stopping.

Sleeper got one end of a shelf, and once I figured out exactly what he was thinking, I grabbed the opposite end in silent agreement.

In a matter of seconds, the metal shelf crashed on its side, and my eyes burned as a result of all the liquor pooling onto the floor and the fumes rising.

“I sure as shit am. I’m fucking jolly about wrecking this place for him,” Wiley announced while he chucked the stool over his shoulders toward the very few boxes that remained untouched.

We silently nodded satisfied with what we’d done and filed out of the stockroom and back to the bar area.

Tears streaked Monty’s cheeks, and blood ran out of his mouth.

His eyes widened when I flipped a table over as I passed it.

“Like the Prez said, looks like you need to restock. Place is lookin’ pretty bare in here.

” I smirked. If it was anyone else on this planet, I might feel bad for what we had just done, but he took advantage of anyone he could get the upper hand on, so this was karma.

“Right. You’re right. I do,” he admitted, looking directly at Ghoul when he spoke.

“Knew you’d see it our way.” Spider nodded sharply. “Good thing you have friends like us Bastards. Sledge will handle the details, and we’ll even help you unload the shipment.”