Devil Smoke by Max Henry

Author:Max Henry [Henry, Max]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Butcher Boys
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

RECALL

Bronx

“You best be gettin’ your ass back here, fucker, because I’ve got a few things you need to clear up.” King’s tone is low and level, but there’s no missing the hidden threat in it.

“Like what?”

“Like a problem at my front gate. A problem who won’t take no for an answer.”

Shit. There’s only one person I’ve told about my connection to the Saints. “Ryan?”

“You bet your ass that’s her name. Told her she’s not welcome, and now the bitch has damn near chained herself to the gate until she sees you. What the fuck is she doing here, Bronx?”

I cringe, realizing I probably should have answered the messages she’s been sending through. “I might have told her a thing or two.”

“I’m goin’ to pretend you didn’t say that, step my ass over to my liquor cabinet, and try to find some patience in a bottle of Jack. You have an hour to get yourself here before I fuckin’ set the whores on to her. Bet they’d have a few things they’d like to teach your girl about territory.”

“Yeah, all right, I get you. Just settle down.” The guy’s starting to sound like his predecessor, Apex.

The line goes dead with a click, and I draw in a few calming breaths. One, I probably shouldn’t have told King to settle down, and two, what the fuck, Ryan? Guess the woman had a change of heart after ushering me out of the house with a gun. Figures . . . women. I pocket my phone and rub a hand over my face, mentally wiping away any traces of guilt I might have had. Now’s not the time to be giving it all away—I’ve already said more than enough to Ryan. Evidently.

“How’s it going?” I ask, walking through the back door of the practice to where I left Gunter sitting. I should have headed straight to a motel, found somewhere to stay the night, but I knew there’d be no rest if I didn’t check in on Tommy first. The kid’s kind of hard to forget about when his blood is still under my nails and embedded in the creases of my skin. Plus, I still had a small problem of a pellet that needed removing.

“Doc thinks he might pull through. Can’t be a hundred until tomorrow, though.”

“I need to keep goin’. Send me a message when you get him home. Let me know how it goes, yeah?”

The big guy nods, assessing me. “Who was that you were talking to? Eddie?”

I shake my head. “Old girlfriend. In a spot of trouble and needs a hand gettin’ home.” At least it was only partially a lie.

Gunter nods again, tapping the heel of his boot on the linoleum floor. “You did a good thing tonight.”

“He’s a good kid.”

“He is.” The skinhead fiddles with the buckles on his suspenders where they hang slack at his hips. “Never was cut out for this shit.”

The doc shows his face around a doorframe, and tips his head toward the room behind him.

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