Shadow:Satan's Fury: Memphis Chapter(3)

By: L. Wilder



“Then, stop asking me about your boys because I don’t know shit. I swear it.”

I knew he was lying.

“I think you do,” I told him as I tossed my cigarette to the floor and started towards him. Boon was a big guy, at least six foot four and three hundred pounds; he was playing the tough guy, but I knew he was about to break. It was written all over his face.

He grimaced when he noticed me getting closer. “I done told you, asshole. I didn’t knock off your boys.”

“Haven’t you been listening?” I reached my hand into the bucket, and his swollen eyes widened with panic as he watched me pull the rag out of the water. “I never asked you if you killed them. I already know you did. I asked you why.”

With that, I placed the towel across his face, and while he pleaded with me to stop, I reached down for the jumper cables. I tapped them together to check for an active spark before I placed each end on either side of his head. When I pressed them against the rag, a jolt of electricity surged through his temples, making his entire body grow rigid. After several seconds, I removed the cables, and his body fell completely limp. I lowered the rag from his face, and his eyes trained on mine as he watched me place it back in the bucket. My voice was low and firm as I asked, “Why’d you do it, Boon?”

I stood there staring at him for a brief second, but when he didn’t answer, I reached for the rag again. After I placed it over his face, he started to thrash from side to side as he tried to break free from his restraints, but it was no use. He wasn’t going anywhere. Ignoring his attempt to free himself, I reached for the cables again, but stopped when he cried, “I can’t take this shit anymore! Jasper ordered the hit. He’s been the one behind them all.”

And there it was.

Jasper was a local thug who’d been trying to make a name for himself for years. He’d tried everything from pimping out second-rate prostitutes to starting up his own little drug ring out on the East Side. We all knew he was a piece of shit, but since he’d managed to stay out of our way, we left him alone. That was all about to change. I cocked my eyebrow as I looked down at Boon and calmly asked, “And why would he go and do that?”

“I don’t know, man. I swear, I don’t. I just know he’s got something going down. He’s paying big money for every one of your guys we take out,” he rambled.

And the plot thickened.

I lowered the rag back into the bucket and watched as Boon’s shoulders sagged with relief. The man had taken one hell of a beating. Knowing his life was hanging in the balance, he’d done his best to keep his mouth shut about his new connection with Jasper, but in the end, he was just like all the others—he sang like a canary. I left him bound to his chair as I stepped out of the room and went down the hall to find Gus. It was time to tell him what I’d uncovered. As I walked towards my president’s office, I thought about how much my life had changed since the Culebras came knocking at our door.

We’d taken a real hit when they came after our territory. They’d chosen Memphis as their startup location for their new meth lab, hoping to distribute their product throughout the southern region by transporting it down the Mississippi River. When they’d first arrived, they’d made it their mission to wipe out any and all competition, and when they’d set their sights on Satan’s Fury, they’d not only destroyed our diner and garage, but they’d also killed two of our brothers, Runt and Lowball. Runt was a good man, and an even better enforcer. His position in the club wasn’t an easy one, but he’d faced adversity head-on, never letting anything get him down. We all knew he wouldn’t be easily replaced. Unfortunately, the club was under attack, and after we’d learned that Terry Dillion, one of our drug runners, had been aiding the Culebras in their pursuit, we brought him in for questioning. We all knew he had information on the Culebras—information the club needed to take them down, and even though it would mean letting the darkness rise to the surface, I knew I had it in me to make Terry talk. Thankfully, I was right. In a matter of hours, I’d gotten him to provide us with the intel the club needed to bring the Culebras down. By doing so, I’d proven myself worthy as the club’s new enforcer, and since then, I’d done everything in my power to live up to Runt’s legacy





Alex





I can still remember that first day when I’d come rushing into Hallie’s Books and More to get out of the rain. I was just hoping to catch my breath and dry off, but from the second I walked through the door, I knew I’d stumbled upon something special. I took a step back to inhale that comforting scent of vanilla, then glanced around the room at all the different seating areas scattered amongst the many shelves of books. There were fresh flowers on the tables and beautiful watercolors hanging on the walls, which made the place feel inviting—like the owner actually wanted you to stay a while. I had no idea if that was her true intention, but that’s exactly what I was planning to do as I removed my raincoat and started to look for a place to rest my aching feet. I headed towards the back of the store, relieved to find a small sitting area off to itself. Without even looking at the title, I grabbed a book off the shelf and went to sit down on the rustic sofa. I lowered my bag to the floor, and as soon as I sat down, my entire body melted into the soft cushions. Even in my frazzled state, I immediately started to relax. At first I thought it was just the calming ambiance of the store, but then I realized there was another reason.

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