Free Love and Law by K Webster Page B

where Maya and the other girls are. If there’s ever a bust, it would be in our best interest not to have all the drugs and money in the same place.
    CJ scoots past me and knocks on the door. The asshole from earlier answers the door looking like a fucking idiot with his busted nose. He wisely doesn’t make eye contact and steps aside so we can come in.
    I glance over at Oculus, and his hands are clasped neatly together on the desk. To anyone else, he’d seem calm. But I can see the rage boiling below the surface. One reason Oculus and I have always connected so well is that I know when to shut the fuck up. Right now, I know he’ll have orders for me. Until he delivers them, I’ll wait patiently.
    Finally, after a few moments, he lifts his stare from his hands over to me. “When I find him, I will choke the fucking life out of him.” His voice is low and menacing.
    I have no doubt he’ll do just that. Where I’ve been adamant about not killing anyone, Oculus has no fucking problem at all. If the offender is high profile in his eyes, he always wants them saved for him to finish the job.
    I simply nod at his statement, knowing that he’s not finished. CJ has been my wingman long enough to take good notes as he stands quietly beside me.
    “He has someone on the inside. There’s no other way he’d have known about Val and the guys down near Mack Street.” He narrows his eye as he works out his thoughts.
    At the mention of the guys near Mack Street, I wonder briefly if the college kid got killed too. What a fucking drag. It’s times like these that I hate this job. The very idea of Grammy having to identify my body at the morgue and discovering my ‘other’ job makes me sick to my stomach. That kid, if involved in the drive-by killings, will inevitably have a very sad family left behind.
    “Kid, are you their fucking mole?” Oculus snaps at the asshole with the busted nose.
    His eyes widen, terrified at Oculus’s sudden ferocity. “N-n-n-no, sir!” he stutters out.
    “I’ll find out who it is and fuck them up,” I promise, finally speaking to him.
    Angry eyes—or eye, in Oculus’s case—soften. “I know you will, boy. You always do.”
    Pride fills my chest. Even though I’m not particularly in love with this job and I’d rather be in the basement building shit, I can’t help but bask in the fatherly praise he gives me. Even though I haven’t had a father all these years, Oculus has filled that role for me.
    Nodding over at him, I turn and stalk out of the office—ready to find the fuckers raining on our parade.

    It’s been a long fucking week. I left CJ in charge of training the girls and getting them set up in their districts. Maya and I haven’t seen or talked to one another since I left her naked on that fucking desk. Just the memory of her curvaceous, satisfied body hardens my cock. She’s probably so fucking pissed at me. I’m pissed at me. Unfortunately, duty calls. And as much as I’d love to be balls-deep in her tight pussy twenty-four-seven, I have a job to do.
    Since their last fight, there hasn’t been any more drama that I’ve been made aware of. CJ says that, now that they have their supply and jobs to do, those two haven’t caused any trouble. I won’t lie when I say that I’m proud that my girl is selling the most and the fastest. If I were a buyer, I’d give a girl that fucking gorgeous all my money—whether or not she gave me any drugs in return. Female dealers have been extremely good for business.
    After the drive-by that did, in fact, kill the college kid and two of his friends, things have been quiet. Too quiet. I know that motherfucker is up to something—planning his next move. But unbeknownst to him, I’ve been behind the scenes gathering information, questioning locals, driving in their territory, and trying to locate where they hide out.
    Grammy has given me the cold shoulder all week. She knows that I’m up to something and have been under a lot of