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Travis stuck his head out of the Sprinter. “Feel free to tattoo my dick on anyone you’d like. Minus the STDs.”
West rolled his eyes, grabbing Travis by the back of his shirt and hauling his ass back into the van so we could head to our next destination. I didn’t know how much longer these fuckers would be out, but they were starting to stir and moan every few minutes. I could make sure they were knocked out for a lot longer, but East wanted them conscious for the final part of the plan.
“Do they need seatbelts?” Preston said, hovering over Joey like he had every intention of fastening him into the seat, but West shot him a look.
“They’re zip-tied. I don’t think they’re going anywhere.”
“We might stop suddenly and they could fall over.”
“Then they fall the fuck over,” I growled, moving to the back of the Sprinter as far as I could from the three I’d have a hard time not strangling if I got too close.
East was the last one in, and as he took the seat by Harry, who was already working on phase three, he called out to Scotty, “We’re in. Let’s go.”
As we took off, leaving the quiet, shadowed street behind, it was time to focus on taking the next thing from these assholes. Fucking with their looks had been one thing, but fucking with their money was going to really make them lose their minds.
“I’ve got all three accounts pulled up and ready for transfer,” Harry said, his laptop screen illuminating the concentration on his face. “Just to confirm, you want to pull from both checking and savings accounts, right?”
“And any other account they have on there,” West said. “Take it all from these bitches.”
Harry nodded, tapping his keyboard as East watched over his shoulder.
“Is there not a charity for bastards who touch things that don’t belong to them and should die of chlamydia and rot in hell?” Travis asked, kicking his booted feet onto an empty seat. When we all turned in his direction, he shrugged. “What? It could exist.”
Preston cocked his head like he was thinking it over. “We could always make one.”
“No. We’re not doing anything that can be tracked back to us,” East said. “Anonymous donations to Bully No More in the amount of”—he scanned the screen and smirked—“five millionfrom Doug the dick, you cheap-ass. And a little over twelve from Carl the cuntbag. As for Joey the jackass… Can I get a drumroll, please?”
West used Carl’s face as the drum and smacked out a beat on his forehead as we waited for how much we’d be squeezing out of the ringleader for all this shit.
A Cheshire Cat smile curved East’s lips. “And proof money can’t buy you class, Joey will be donating all twenty-one million of his inheritance to the men’s domestic violence shelter of New York.”
Travis let out an ear-piercing whistle as the rest of the guys cheered and slapped the seats in front of them.
It was a good thing Gavin wasn’t here, because even after the shit he’d been put through, I had no doubt he’d tell us we were taking things too far. He’d be wrong, though. These three didn’t deserve anything less than what they were getting, and only once we’d destroyed their reputation would I feel a little less murderous…maybe.
Phase Four
“JESUS, THESE FUCKERS are heavier than they look.”
I eyed Travis from where I was crouched inside the van with my arms hooked under Joey’s pits, more than ready to get this fuckface to his final destination.
“Quit your bitchin’. I’ve got the heavy end.”
“How about youbothshut your traps and get out so the rest of us can follow?” East suggested as he held the door to the van wide, a superior brow arched high against his hairline.
West snorted from the back of the Sprinter, where he and Donovan were rearranging Carl’s body to make it easier for transport.“Says the one who is doing zero manual labor.”
East shoved his head inside and eyed his best friend. “I’m holding the door open.”
“Which leaves Preston to do what?”
“He’s going to jam the security cameras then come back and sit here with Doug the douche to make sure he doesn’t escape.”
Preston frowned. “He’s out cold. Wouldn’t it just be easier if you and me took?—”
“The time to do exactly what I have planned?” East interrupted. “Why, yes, it would be. You do your part, and I am going to keep a look out as we haul these thugs?—”
“Excuse me?” Travis said, shifting Joey’s dead weight from one hand to the other. “Whohauls these thugs?”
