When the Wolves Cry (Twin Flames Duet #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

JAX

The bar door opens, out walking the twodumbassesthat seemed to forget they’re no longer safe.

They’re stumbling down the sidewalk, eyes bloodshot and speech slurred. The women with them could be a problem. Here’s to hoping they scamper the fuck off once I make my presence known.

I push off the front of my truck, hands shoved in my hoodie pocket and gripping the rope that will tie these fuckers down.

Blaze spots me first. The crimson thatwasrushing to his cheeks drains and turns his face whiter than a ghost’s ass. He stumbles to a stop, yanking the woman back on his arm.

I’m already closing space.

There’s nowhere to go.

Travis continues walking into close range, yapping his drunken trap to whoever the hell he’s with. Her eyes land on me, widening in panic, and she promptly unlatches her arm from his, skittering closer to the closed bakery.

Now he gives me attention.

“Lights out,” I grumble, then quickly release the rope, balling my fist and striking him in the jaw.

He doesn’t have a moment to process anything. His body tornadoes with his head, thundering down to the pavement for his nap.

The girls start screaming bloody murder.

I ignore the ear-splitting tone as I step over him, hunting down Blaze who thinks he can outrun me.

Dude is fucked up and attempting to run, only getting closer to the road where oncoming traffic is bustling with people leaving the bars.

I kick off the frosty pavement, taking three good strides before catching up and swinging at the back of his dome.

A guttural, winded groan comes out of his rank mouth, his body flying forwards and crashing into the sidewalk.

Easy fuckin’ peasy.

Screams and heels scurrying across the sidewalk make pressure fire up in my damn forehead. I blink roughly, bending my ass over to snatch Blaze up by his ugly sweater.

He’s pretty light. I drag him back to Travis, curling my free hand into his coat and hauling both of thedumbassesto my truck.

A man smoking a cigarette outside a DVD store watches, taking his puffs and curling his lips with a nod of approval.

I stop in front of my truck, tipping my head toward the store. “You got SAW in there?” I ask.

He looks back at the store, lips tight and eyes squinting in thought, and he gives me another nod.

“Cool. Thanks, man.”

Tala’s been wanting to binge them.

I continue on, dragging the imbeciles to the rear door. I don’t know how long their slow minds will be out of it. But I quickly bind their arms together and stack them up like the buddies they are in the back seat.

Getting into my driver’s seat, I flip open my laptop and hack into Hector’s cameras. It takes maybe ten seconds before I see his mangy, brown hair snorting a line right off the kitchen counter.

I tilt my head, arching a brow in interest as I watch him replenish a clear sac of blow with baby powder. “Messing with the product, huh?” I mutter to myself, turning my truck on.

Since I know Hector’s home and chasing the dragon, I switch to Tala’s cameras while backing out of the parking spot. Shifting into drive and pulling off, I target my focus on the tiny tank top and lace thong she has on.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I barely look at the road. I’m completely enthralled with her doing something so mundane such as laundry.

The way her curvy hips fold and overflow the juiciness as she bends over is fucking killer. Her wet hair dripping and beading off her ass, misting her skin in a euphoric glow, draws out a low growl that rumbles in my throat.

The rest of the drive to Hector’s is brutal. It’s actual torture watching her exist without being next to her. My body craves hers. My flesh itches to be in contact with hers.

I don’t remember life before her.

Maybe that’s not such a good thing considering I let Brutus get away and didn’t think twice about it. My vendetta has taken up every sliver of space in my mind since I was twelve. It’s fueled the cataclysmic wrath that’s been poisoning me and driving me to murderous extents.

Now? It’s her. It’s always her.

Pulling up the circle drive, I put my truck in park and slam my laptop closed so I don’t start breaking my damn teeth off.

Drowsy groans and leather creaking comes from the back seat. I rub over my eyes, and fling my door open, ready to get this the fuck over with.

Yanking open the rear door, I pay no mind to them. I rip them out one by one, taking satisfaction in their cries of agony as they thud against the pavement.

“Dude, listen,” Blaze strains out, rolling onto his side. “I wasn’t gonna actually do it.”

“Yes, you fucking were!” Travis spits through bared teeth, craning his neck to look at him with vexation tightening his drunk face.

I huff,unamusedwith their bullshit. I’m not wasting my breath on them. I tune out their grade school bickering, grab them by their shirts, and yank them up to walk their asses to the door.

“Please, man. Is it money? I can give you lots of money. Hey, you can have my car too!” Travis attempts to negotiate, tripping over his own feet.

I jerk him back up, walking them both like fucking dogs. “You don’t make deals with the Devil. You can only accept what’s offered. And you did. And now, that spare ticket I granted you has been punched. It’s time to collect on what you fucking owe me and your daddy’s going to watch.” I hike my leg up, mercilessly kicking the door clean off the hinges.

The wood cracks, the door itself soaring and booming off their precious marble flooring.

Hector’s high ass comes trekking down the grand staircase, instantly glaring at Travis. “Now what the fuck did you do?” he hollers, voice carrying through the vast space.

I don’t need Blaze anymore. I just wanted to get him here and kill him in front of Hector to scare information out of him.

I shove Travis at Hector’s feet, reaching back and wrapping my hand around my gun. I whip it out and press the barrel to Blaze’s temple—and pull the trigger.

The shot rings in my ears, warm liquid kicking back onto my face, and I toss him forward. His dead body lands next to Travis who’s paralyzed with terror, and crimson begins pooling out of Blaze’s dome, spreading with impressive speed.

“Where’s Brutus Tuffin,” I ask Hector, lining my sight up on his wrinkled forehead.

His hands are splayed in a shaky surrender, pupils blown out and depleting the blue of his irises. “I don’t know who that is.”

I lower my gun, aiming at the back of Travis’ knee, and fire off a shot.

Hector jumps and Travis screams like a little girl. I speedily whip out my balisong with my left hand, flipping it open and chucking it into the middle of Travis’ back.

Ignoring his cries of agony, I point my gun back to the wrinkled forehead that’s beginning to sweat. “I’ll only ask one more time before my drop of patience dissolves. Wherethe fuckis Brutus Tuffin?” I ask sharply, lip beginning to twitch.

“I-I don’t go anywhere. The drop offs and pickups are always here.”

“Hmm. Who’s transporting the blow and money for him?”

“Some younger kid. I don’t know.”

I shoot Travis’s other knee, watching him pop up and belt out a pathetic, garbled wail.

“I really don’t know!” Hector raises his voice, words tight with anguish.

I glower at him. “Are you wasting my time right now? Because I don’t tolerate that. Spit something the fuck out before you watch a bullet fly through your kid’s forehead.”

His face reddens. “All I know is it’s far away and hidden. He doesn’t let anyone go there besides his men.”

I shake my head in disappointment. “How do you have business with someone you know nothing about?”

“Jarik!” Travis bellows. “And he’s fucking dead now! He’s the one that approached me at the club and got this whole thing going!”

I’m tired of looking at them.

“You guys are useless,” I huff, and hastily pull the trigger, not blinking as my bullet gnaws through Hector’s forehead.

I don’t know what Travis screams. I silence his ear-splitting tone with a bullet to the back of the dome as Hector drops like a fly.

I’m sick of people wasting my time. And Jesus fucking Christ, it sizzles my blood like no other that Brutus’s minions are either fiercely loyal or ignorant as fuck.

Stepping over Travis and Blaze, I walk my ass past the staircase and towards the double doors concealing his office in the very back. I push them open, targeting theduffelbags full ofuntamperedpowder and bags overflowing with cash.

I’m not harvesting their bodies. I won’t pollute the wolves with meat that has a higher volume of drugs and liquor than blood.

I’m lighting this bitch on fire—and walking away with the blowandthe money.

Curling his hand to his mouth, brown eyes zipping over the bags on his desk, Maverick raises a lazy finger. “Where did you get this?”

I saunter over to the leather armchair by the fireplace, throwing my ass down into it. “I took care of my problem and figured out how to take care of yours.”

He was concerned about his business going under from losing his percentage of the Bolivian blow. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do anything about it, so I didn’t promise him anything. But it worked out.

He stretches back in his chair, a wide smile forming on his gleeful face. “Cash is yours. I’ll deal with the blow.”

I nod in agreement, fetching my buzzing phone from my pocket.

“Did you get information on Brutus?” Maverick asks, the bags rustling as he pries around in them.

Tala: When’s your birthday? My senses are telling me you’re a Gemini.

A grin tries forming. I lock my face in place, texting her bewitching ass back. “No. The most I got wasfar and hidden away,” I respond to Maverick.

Me: June 16th, 1996.

I keep my phone open, glancing at the way Maverick is staring at the blow like it is gold. Her reply draws me right back in, ignoring whatever falls out of his mouth.

Tala: Sounds like I’ll be pushing your old ass in a wheelchair before you’re pushing me in one.

Tala: I was right by the way. You’ve probably already snooped through my astrology books to know that though.

I rub over my mouth, trying to wipe the big ass smile from it

Me: Little wolf, did I or did I not say I’d break you in ways you’d beg more of?

Me: And you are correct. I have looked through your books. The oral demonstration I gave you was something I read before you even knew my name.

That’s not going to freak her out. I know she’ll bite her lip while reading it.