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For as smart of a man as Declan is, or at least portrays himself to be, he puts his trust into some real lackluster individuals.
Enzo turns in the front passenger seat to face us with the same sinister grin I had when I found out where the bar was, “So, grabbing them from the bar and bringing them back there?”
Seeing that we’re pulling up to the bar, I pull my gun from the waistband of my jeans, chamber a round, and put it back. I don’t plan on using a gun in a bar full of civilians, but it’s wise to be prepared. “That was my plan.”
“Want to fill us in on the rest of your plan?” Luca asks as he pulls his car to a curb a block from the bar so they don’t hear us pull up. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t insanely jealous of Luca’s car. As much as I love my Aston Martin, there’s something about classic American muscle.
Luca puts the Chevelle in park, and he and Enzo face me and Finn. I look at Finn, and he raises his brows. “This is all you, brother.”
“Any chance you have any extra gas in your trunk?” I ask Luca.
“Just an extra gallon.”
Looking at Enzo, I can tell he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Dante might be their muscle, but I have a hunch Enzo’s their crazy. “That’ll work. We’ll get them out of the bar and back to the warehouse. We need to keep them alive long enough to talk. I doubt they’ll tell us where Declan is, but we need to at least try.”
“Then?” Enzo asks, grin still intact.
I look over at my best friend and he answers for me, “We use them to send a message. He hurt our girl for the last time.”
“He wanted shit to burn, so it’ll fucking burn,” I say as red starts to creep around the edge of my vision.
“Any idea on how to get them out here without drawing a shitload of attention to us?” Luca questions.
“I’m on it,” his best friend says as he flings his door open. “Go wait by their car and get ready to grab them. Luca, stay here with the car running. They can follow us in that car back to the warehouse.”
Before we can question him, he’s out of the car, down the block, and heading towards the back of the building.
“Should we be concerned?” Finn asks Luca, who simply waves him off.
“He does this kind of shit all the time. It’ll be fine.”
I chuckle as I open my door while tapping Finn on the arm with my opposite hand. “Come on.”
We’re just reaching their shitbox Dodge Neon when a loud bang sounds from the other side of the building. Moments later, I already see Enzo rounding the building and heading back to Luca’s car. Another minute goes by when the double doors slam open with a smoke cloud. Patrons of the bar start pouring out, coughing and covering their eyes. Finn and I back up and wait against the side of the bar until we see two men stumble towards the tiny white car. Just as they move to open their doors, Finn and I use the fact that they can barely see from the smoke stinging their eyes to our advantage and ambush them.
Everyone else is too worried about running away from the building to see what’s happening right next to the doors.
Neither of the men put up much of a fight due to their disoriented and inebriated state, and with each of them in our well-practiced choke holds, they are knocked out in under a minute. Finn and I throw them into the back seat before we climb into the front. Finn slowly backs out of the parking stall so as not to draw any extra attention and rounds the block back in the direction of our warehouse.
In no time at all, we’re pulling up to the back side of our building where we usually park. It’s the side that faces the Hudson and is out of sight of the street and cars driving by. Unless someone’s looking, no one will know we’re here. Luca’s Chevelle pulls up next to us, and we climb out.
Luca’s fighting a laugh, and Enzo’s smile is a mile wide. This is the most excitement I’ve seen from him since we met.
“What was that?” I ask him, also trying not to laugh.
“May or not have turned up the temp on the grease baskets cooking fries in the kitchen.”
Any other day, I’d ask him exactly how he managed that, but these two won’t be passed out for long, and I want to get them hung up before they’re able to put up much of a fight.
“Grab the gas can. Luca, help us get them inside.”
We get the two guys tied to chairs side-by-side in the middle of the warehouse just in time for them to come too. As soon as they realize the position they’re in, both of them start thrashing violently against the binds, but it’s no use. We’re all well-versed in rope tying. Those knots aren’t going anywhere.
“Who the fuck are you?! Where are we?” The first guy with an ugly blonde bowl cut yells.
“Do you have any idea who we are?! Who we work for?” The moron with the beer gut carries on.
“I don’t know who you are or what your names are, and frankly, I don’t give a flying fuck.” As I move toward them, they both tense up in their seats. “But I know what you’ve done and who you work for.” Leaning forward, I put my hands on my knees to be at eye level with them. “And as for your first two questions, if you don’t know who we are, you haven’t done your fucking homework. Which is obvious since you’ve been holed up in a bar just a few blocks from this warehouse, which we own, since you set the love of our life’s bookstore on fire this morning.”
