Stereo Blast Volume 1 [MxM]

Chapter 5.2

The woman was only playing around with Mykah because he had the power and she could get something from him. She didn’t know who the hell she was dealing with. She could show up dead next week by his hands and no one would give a s**t. Taylor could tell just by looking at her. Some people were just too easy to read and he couldn’t find it in himself to feel sorry for them.

Mykah pulled her off his lap and stood up from the chair. She straightened her chest and smoothed back her hair, looking too foolish for any of the other men to give a damn.

“Next room,” Mykah said, nodding his head towards the door.

He walked past Taylor, snatching the vial from his hand and leading them out into the hall. Taylor paused at the doorway, giving one last glance to the men seated and the woman floundering to gather herself. She was either drunk or high. Neither were uncommon in this filthy house.

As he followed Mykah to the next room, the two men who looked too put together for Kitro stood out in his mind. He hadn’t heard a word they were saying when he’d interrupted their conversation, but he didn’t believe it was anything important if Mykah had his w***e with him.

Mykah opened the next room’s door and didn’t wait for Taylor to walk in before he flopped at the desk in the corner. He laid his feet on the desk, leaning back in the chair, the vial high in the air. He gazed into it, using the natural sunlight shining through the window.

“I want double next time,” Taylor said. He ignored the one seat in the room. It looked like it was infested with bedbugs. “I had the feds on my ass.”

Mykah didn’t look up from the vial. He grinned.

“There’s no next time.”

Taylor frowned. “What? We’ve already scheduled another drop off this week.”

“Gus and Evelyn are taking over.” Mykah finally looked over at Taylor. “The last couple times I had you run for me you’ve caused trouble and…”

He narrowed his eyes at Taylor’s side.

“You’re hurt again.”

Taylor straightened up.

“Like I said, I had a run-in with the feds.” Taylor glared, leaning forward on the desk with his hands resting on the edge. “Which I wanted to ask you about.”

Mykah sat the vial down, but his hand over it. The look on his face gave nothing away and Taylor was struck for a moment if he should even bother asking. He doubted he would get the answer he was looking for or any answers that would truly help him.

“The feds are after whatever the hell’s in there,” he said, his voice steady and clear. He forced the anger down and away as much as he could. “What is it and why do they want it?”

Mykah looked up. He opened the drawer on the desk and pulled out a small metal case similar to the one Tike had used to transfer the blue vial. The latches flipped up and Mykah placed the vial in. He locked it shut, returning the case to the inside of the drawer.

Taylor snorted.

“You better lock it up better than that. They had helicopters and s**t after me.” He pushed away from the desk. “And why the f**k was Cleo working with them?”

Mykah didn’t even look shocked at the newfound information. Taylor looked at him, shaking his head.

“You knew, didn’t you? You f*****g asshole.”

“Watch it.” Mykah sat up from his chair and walked around the desk.

“Don’t touch me.” Taylor hit Mykah’s hand away from him before it could touch his shoulder.

“Boy, don’t think you’re bigger than me because you’re running with your own pack.” Mykah grabbed Taylor and pulled him in hard. “I won’t let you down easy.”

Mykah pushed Taylor back. “Get out. I’ll call you when and if I want you to run for me again.”

Taylor had the thought of bashing Mykah clear across the back of his head. His eyes went to the lamp on Mykah’s desk. It was heavy enough to knock Mykah out and he could keep bashing until there was nothing left of the man’s head or face. His fingers flexed his blood pumping through his body, and his heart racing. Mykah could be dead in the next coming minutes if Taylor wanted to do it, but the men outside this room weren’t dumb enough to let Taylor out of here alive. They were trained dogs who gave up their lives for Mykah.

Brainwashed. They were f*****g brainwashed to the point they weren’t their own person.

***

Taylor left the office, seething through his teeth and ready to start a fight with the next person he saw. Mykah had made it clear he didn’t want Taylor involved in this scheme of his. It was also clear that he was dragging Taylor through the mud for something that wasn’t just dangerous to the drug users on the street, but also the heart of the gang. If this was going to lead the feds onto their doorsteps, everyone, including anyone associated with the gang was indirectly put in danger.

Taylor growled in frustration, punching into the wall. The skin on his knuckles broke open and blood ran down his hand. The pain didn’t register. It was a faint feeling in the back of his mind while at the forefront was the image of Mykah on the ground bleeding from the head and Taylor standing over him with a knife.

Once Mykah was dead and gone, Taylor would be the one leading the Wolves. He would be the alpha and no one would be able to defy his orders. It was only that Mykah was adamant at keeping his rank. Taylor had thought it was all a test to see if he was fit for ruling the gang, but he was slowly realizing that Mykah only wanted to use him and then ultimately getting rid of him.

He didn’t know what the drug meant or what Mykah was planning, but he wasn’t going to lose to the geezer.