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The asshole in the picture had his hands, feet, and neck wrapped in heavy chains. His limbs stuck out at odd angles giving him the look of a bloodied, broken scarecrow.Blooms of purple patches covered his naked chest and told the story of internal bleeding and organ damage. His eyes were swollen shut and his nose was unidentifiable. Blood had congealed in his hair in a gory mess.
“Don’t fucking tell me he’s dead, Jet.” I growled out as every muscle in my body expanded and retracted. I nodded at the thick envelope on the table sitting next to the manila envelope. “Reward was for the fucker alive. You got no dog in this hunt.”
“How the hell do you know what we got and what we don’t got?” Jet snarled back like a man who wasn’t used to being challenged. When my father took a step forward so did the Saints soldier whose back was leaning against the wall. There was a moment of tense silence. Then Jet kicked the leg out from a chair. He lifted his chin to me and said, “Sit down, Kid.”
I hesitated just enough to show respect yet give the message that I had decided to sit because I wanted to, and I hadn’t done it because the president of the Hells Saints had ordered me to. My father took a seat at the table, and Jet’s bodyguard stayed standing.
“The motherfucker’s name is Principe Sievas.” He said it like it should mean something to me.
“You have got to be shitting me.” Deke scrubbed a hand through his hair.
Then Jet looked at Deke and said pointedly. “Luisa Sievas’s clan. Manny Ruiz was his father.”
“What the fuck…? You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure.” Jet nodded grimly. “The Horned Devils are being funded by the Sievas family. Principe is as crazy as the rest of them. He kills for the thrill of it. Total psychopath. He shatters heads like other guys play basketball.”
“You’re here to tell me this prick Sievas took Rudy out for sport?”
“Exactly what made the fuckers so hard to find. We couldn’t get a grip on the connection to the Sinners because there wasn’t one.” Deke said.
“Wanna explain to me what’s going on?” I volleyed a look between my dad and Jet.
“The Saints and the Sievas family have what you might call a long, unpleasant history. And from what we can tell, any club associated with us has recently become fair game for foul play. We are getting real close to bringing their whole shit show to a shut down and they are desperate to stop that.” Jet went on to explain. “Sievas saw the colors, knew your club was an affiliate, and went for it. Back in the day, Manny Ruiz, Luisa’s son, kidnapped my mother-in-law Raine Winston and her sister, Claire. At the time of the abduction, Raine was pregnant with my wife, Willow. My Aunt Claire killed Manny by bashing his head in with a hammer. Luisa Sievas took revenge on the family by attacking Reno McCabe and his mother, Dolly, at the goddamn cemetery. Dolly killed Luisa by sticking a broken bottle in her neck while Luisa was trying to choke her to death. Reno McCabe almost died from a gunshot wound. A doctor from the Bonzini crime family saved his life.”
I looked at Deke because that was a whole lot to take in.
“Pissants are just a thorn in our side most of the time.” Jet continued. “But every once in a while, they start their shit again which is why we are going for the shutdown of their operations. We’ve had a bunch of logistical problems over the past few months. Complications with shipments, a couple of trucks hijacked…shit like that. We know that Principe and the Devils are behind it. Not like them to take us on, though. They know better. Word on the street is that they’re into some heavy dealings with the cartel. Could be that’s where they’re getting their balls from.”
“He dead?” I nodded toward the photo on the table and asked again.
“Not yet.” Jet shook his head. “We agreed that this is your kill, brother.”
“Didn’t leave me much to work with here, Jet.” I looked at the pictures with disgust.
“Yeah, well. We had our own agenda with the cocksucker.”
“What about the rest of the men in that truck?”
“We’re workin’ on it. Like I said, the plan is to take the whole organization down.”
“They know you got Principe?” Deke asked.
“Nah. But they’ll know when his body shows up.”
“Thought you might want to ride with me, finish the fucker off yourself.” Jet turned to me.
“You know I do. You gonna give the Silver Sinners a piece of the pie in taking the Devils down?” I wanted to know.
“We’re going to do our part when the time comes.” My dad answered me. “I told Jet that you’d be available to hang out with his boys for a while to help figure that out. I didn’t think you’d have a problem with that.”
“One hundred percent I’m in.”
Jet nodded. “I’m gonna take a piss, eat a sandwich and get back on the road. Meet you at the gate in forty-five.”
“I need more time. Not much more. But enough to go home, talk to my woman, and throw some shit together.”
Jet raised an eyebrow.
