The two of them were concealed in the pitch under the cover of night.
Waiting to ambush the motherfuckers that Silas had been hunting for years.
“Every bit of info Trent provided confirms that it is.”
They were the only smugglers in the area of Crimson Creek during the time that his mother had been slaughtered, though their home base was there in San Jose.
A place he’d never visited before and a place he never intended on stepping foot in again.
Plus, he could feel it wafting back.
That same vile energy he’d felt every night as a teenager when he’d stupidly embarked on his runs.
“Five max?” Phoenix growled on a hush, grimness radiating from his being as he inclined his head toward Silas.
“It seems so.”
Though Silas knew this monster, Kent Ellison, was trying to make his play.
Expand and take over territory belonging to other dealers.
Silas needed to crush him before that happened.
Before he was too powerful and Silas wouldn’t be able to touch him.
Phoenix was the only one of the Owls bloodthirsty enough, or maybe just reckless enough, to take this on. That and the fact that Silas could trust him. He knew Phoenix wasn’t pussy enough to rat on Trent if things went south and it was discovered Silas was the one who’d taken Kent out.
Silas couldn’t ask Trevan because he would try to stop him.
Phoenix was down for this endeavor, even if they were throwing a fucking grenade into their lives.
Their lives were fucked, anyway.
What did it matter?
Only this.
This one fucking thing Silas had to see through.
Movement stirred in the stagnant air on the other side of the rock wall that surrounded the mansion.
Right smack in the middle of an upscale neighborhood.
Silas struggled to find oxygen, and thick, viscid blood thumped through his long-cold veins, this one need the burn that kept him moving.
“This is it,” he rumbled low.
“Yeah,” Phoenix agreed. A thunderclap of violence charged from his giant body, and his fisted hands tightened on his handlebars.
Through the foliage, they watched as the ornate gate swung open across the street and headlights came into view.
A second later, a black SUV rolled out.
Silas knew from his surveillance there was an armed guard on the other side of that gate.
He and Phoenix waited until the gate fully closed and the taillights nearly disappeared in the haze as it traveled down the street before they kicked over their motorcycles, their headlights cut as they picked up the SUV’s trail.
It’d be a whole lot easier to hit this bastard when he was outside his fortress rather than trying to get to him on the other side.
