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East had to give it to Rivera. He had the biggest balls in Texas, pulling up to Sutton’s house on his custom-made motorcycle. No guards. No bulletproof glass. Just him, the wind, and a leather jacket. Unbelievable.
From his perch just a block away, much closer than Sutton expected, he could see everything clearly without binoculars or scope. There was no need to have anything except a clear line of sight.
To the west, Liffey and Cowboy were sitting in a pair of lawn chairs in the front yard of an abandoned house. To the south, Matt and Mo were casually walking the block. And to the north, Bogey was waiting for the word from Sniff to move in on the kids.
“Rivera,” said Sutton. “Nice bike.”
“I like it. Custom-made just for me. It’s the way I like things. Just for me,” he said, taking a small dig at the man.
“Yes, I seem to remember you like things just for you. Even if they belong to someone else.”
“Don’t push me today, Sutton. You sold my daughter.”
“She is my daughter. I raised her, I put her through college…”
“You killed her mother; you sold her to a madman.”
“Is that why you’re here, Lomas? Are you here to exact revenge on me? Are you here to kill for me making your bitch daughter the personal meat of Ramos?” Sutton laughed, and East could hear every word. The microphones that had been carefully planted around the property were telling them everything they needed to know.
“We’re getting off track,” said Rivera calmly. “What do you want?”
“I want the rest of the plans that your brother had for the AI technology. My experts are having some difficulty getting it to work.”
“And why would you think I have that? I didn’t agree with that technology, and I still don’t. My brother was obsessed with it and made his own grave with it. If he had anything additional, it was in his home in Los Angeles, which I assume you robbed after you murdered him.”
“You knew,” smirked Sutton. “You knew, but you didn’t come to kill me.”
“Maybe that’s why I’m here now,” said Lomas. Sutton’s smile faded, and he stared at the man.
“Where are the plans?”
“I told you. I don’t have them. This is a waste of time, Sutton. Even if I had them, I wouldn’t give them to you. Besides,” grinned Lomas, “I heard that you’ve lost a lot of money recently. Guns, drugs, people. All gone. How can I be certain you even have your little geniuses.”
Now Sutton was sweating. How could he know about all of that? And if he knew, who else knew? Sutton raised his hand, giving the signal he’d told East would indicate that it was time. When nothing happened, he did it again. Then he saw the big man walking toward them.
“Your time has come to an end, Lomas. Just like your brother. You’re no longer needed. I will own everything from L.A. to Fort Lauderdale.”
East stopped, standing between the two men, looking back and forth.
“Well, kill him!” yelled Sutton.
“I think I told you before. Don’t yell at me,” said East. Sutton was panicking now. His chest rose and fell, the sweat more pronounced on his face and body. Lomas said nothing, just staring at him.
“You double-crossing son-of-a-bitch.” Reaching for the walkie-talkie, he pressed the button and yelled into it. “Kill the fucking kids!”
East raised his weapon, pointing it directly at Sutton. But before he could pull the trigger, there was another trigger pulled. The bullet hit the middle of Sutton’s chest. Sutton stared at the blood-stained shirt, gasping for air. Lomas didn’t have a weapon, and East knew he hadn’t fired his own.
“I think I owed you that,” said Morgan. Sutton’s expression was one of shock and disbelief. He fell back to the grass, staring straight up as Morgan stood over him. “You should be grateful I didn’t allow the man I love to do this. He wouldn’t have been as kind.” Firing two more bullets into his chest, Kegger gently grabbed the pistol from her, tucking it into his belt.
“It’s done, baby. It’s all done,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
“The children,” said Lomas, looking at East. Nodding, he ran to the backyard. Lomas looked at Morgan, nodding. “Hello. I’m your father.”
The minute Sutton was preoccupied, Eazee, Sniff, and Mo were working their way into the tunnel. The guards outside the women’s rooms were so delusional on their own drugs they barely noticed the men. Inside the rooms, the women were the same. Completely overwhelmed with drugs, they were sprawled on their beds, waiting for death to take them. They had no idea how soon he would actually come.
With most of the men gone, only a few remained on the path toward the children. Quickly dispensed of, when they broke down the door to the room with the children, only Gerta stood defiant with her pistol. It was Mo who took aim, not missing a beat.
“Mr. Sniff?” asked a little voice.
