Thank fuck Axe cuts him off quickly. “No one wants to hear your fucked-up necrophilia bullshit or whatever you want to call it. Leave the decision-making to the non-sociopaths.”
Tate spits at the ground. “You bitches have no idea how to have a good time.”
“Alright guys, listen up. We’re taking a vote. Once we’re a hundred percent sure it’s Los Diablos MC, if you’re in favor of taking an immediate stand, say aye. If against, then it’s nay.” I glanced toward Axe. “You’re up.”
“Aye.”
Simple. Straight to the point. I make eye contact with Tate.
“Aye,” he agrees. “Even if I don’t have a say in what we do with the bodies.”
Cringing a bit, I look over at Cole.
“Aye. There’s not even a question.”
“Dean’s not here, but we’ve already got a majority.” I take a breath. We’re sealing Los Diablos’ fate, which has its own set of repercussions. “We do this, we do it right. Once we confirm it’s them, we grab the AK’s, and Tate can bring the launcher. We’ll pay them a visit at dusk, and after the dust settles, I’ll have a sit-down with Vasquez. If he gives us any trouble or tries to deny what his people did, Tate gets to level their shit-hole of a campground. Whatever we’ve got to do to make things square.”
There’s a circle of nods in my direction, and Tate adds, “Sounds like a plan. Time to fuck up some Los Diablos scum.”
