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Of course The Sons of Hell would be involved in something awful like that. Given it was towards Antony’s property, Jordyn could easily assume it was because of her. Apparently her trip to Brooklyn the week before didn’t go unnoticed as she hoped.

“Antony, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. We do have rules on these sort of things, though.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“If they hurt one of ours, we’ll send theirs to the grave. They hurt you, so now it’s time to pay the boss his due. We’ve waited long enough.”

• • •

“Where did you pick this up?” Lucian asked from the passenger seat.

Dante shrugged as he pulled the black SUV into a relatively quiet parking lot. “Mentioned to a friend I needed a vehicle he wouldn’t want back. Another friend of a friend is looking for the insurance payout. It worked.”

It wouldn’t be wise to risk the vehicle they used to commit a crime being videotaped and later it turn out to be a personal car of a Marcello. At least this way, the friend of a friend would have a valid excuse to say his vehicle was stolen and used in the commission of a crime. It only made his story look better.

“Dio! I love this gun,” Gio said in the backseat.

“So do I. Scratch it, and I will cut you, Gio.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“So, Antony was clear,” Dante said, changing the topic just as fast. Opening the compartment between the driver and passenger seat, he pulled out a Glock .22, undid the clip, checked the ammo cartridge, and slipped it back in with an audible click. “In, work it fast, and get the hell out.”

“Just like fucking,” Gio joked.

Lucian groaned. “Not right now, Gio.”

“Sorry.”

Dante leaned back in the seat, eyeing his brother. “You going to be okay to do this?”

Sure. It’d be good to get some aggression out. Lucian had waited a long time to get some kind of retribution for what happened to Jordyn. It wasn’t the job itself that bothered him at all. It was the building ball of rage in his gut the closer they became to their destination that was eating away at him. Lucian needed to get that shit under control.

“I’m good,” Lucian finally answered. “You?”

“I haven’t done a scene in a while, but I don’t think it’s any different than it was.”

“That’s because Dad keeps you close,” Gio said. “You’ve missed a lot these last couple of years. We had some fun.”

Yeah, fun. That was one way to put it.

“No one’s getting damaged today, except for a couple of MC members,” Dante replied, sounding tired. “Are we ready?”

“I am,” Lucian said.

Gio leaned between the seats. “Me, too.”

“Plan is simple,” Lucian explained. “We’re a half a block away. Gio, take the back alley between the buildings. Keep out of sight until you’re at the back of the club. The lock on the back door shouldn’t be hard to blow it open. Come in through the hallway, clear the rooms, and meet us in the middle. With that rifle, thirty rounds per second, just a pull of the trigger and any random people will drop to the floor and keep their eyes down. That’s what we want.”

“You’re just going to go in through the front entrance?”

Dante smirked. “Why not?”

“I don’t know … seems obvious that’d be a bad choice.”

Lucian rolled his eyes. “And they’re so cocky, they probably don’t have anyone at the front at this time of day. It’s eleven in the morning. What do you want to bet half of them are just starting to wake up from their stupor because of last night?”