Goldy was quiet as we got in the cruiser and took off. I drove off heading to Drake’s old drinking holes. I should have been informed when he had gone missing sooner it could mean only two things.
My contacts who kept eyes on him were bought out or more likely they were dead. I drove the crusier in silence as I felt Goldy watching me.
“Are two close still?”
I shook my head. “No. I fucked it up. He disowned me and he goes by the street name Cole Cash. His real name is Drake.” I said.
“So where are we headed to first? His apartment or his favorite places?” She asked.
“His favorite place to drink is Owen’s Well. But I think we’ll head their last and his apartment first…hmm. Hello.”
I looked in the direction of Bran’s gaze. I saw a man on a cycle with long hair dressed in black with an eye patch. Bran nodded to him and rolled down the window as we stopped at an intersection.
“Hey, new in town?”
The stranger said nothing. The man just looked at Bran. “That bitch with you stole something from me. Give me the girl and you can walk away.”
Bran started to get out of the cruiser. I caught his arm. I looked at Bran.
“Your brother is more important then this bullshit.” I said and looked at the stranger as he stared at me. “What’s your name?”
He frowned at me. “You know my name bitch.”
“I asked what your name is mother fucka. Answer me or get the fuck on.” I said.
The stranger raised an eyebrow. “C.I. snake.”
I stared at him. “C. I. look at me again mother fucka. Do I look like I give a damn about you let alone know you? I don’t know you mother fucka. If you knew me and my tribe you wouldn’t role up on me like a fucka looking to get killed quick. You got one good eye. You half blind mother fucka. Tell me if I’m lying.”
C. I. frowned but he shook his head slowly. “Hmm. I guess I miss took you for somebody else then.”
I brought out my knife. “You godsdamn right you did mother fucka. The name is Warrior. I ain’t your bitch. I see you near me again or my man I’ll take out your other fucking eye, bitch mother fucka before my man guts your punk ass on the fucking street for coming near his female again. Get the fuck on.”
C. I. looked confused but nodded his head and turned his head as the light changed and drove off.
Bran started the crusier off drove. He glanced at me. “What the fuck was that about?”
I glared at the fucker’s back as he drove off. “Another fucking upstart starting shit because he got an issue with my Daddy or clan. I’m sorry but it happens some times. Fucking jealous cowboy starting shit with me to fuck with Daddy.”
Bran grimanced but he nodded. “Nomad politics. I get it but I don’t want you to get yourself into conflict with any male shitbags if I’m with you. I’ll fold their asses. I don’t give a damn how you feel about it. You’re half that fucker’s size. You don’t need to fight a man. Shooting them is fine.”
I smiled at me and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “I know you can take care me Bran but we don’t have any time for the bullshit. Your brother has been missing for gods know how long. I know you want to find him quickly. You handling that shitbag would had us going back to the station to file a report and had me writing up fifteen page account for what happen.”
Bran smiled at me. “I know and thank you.”