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“So, stick to the plan, pair up, I want men flanking me while I take the money… you’ve all got the bulletproof vests on, yes?”
Murmurs of acquiescence came from the others.
“Carmelo and the pigs will block off the road but will otherwise turn the other way. I want Jared on Max, we grab him and we run, there is no way they are going to let us go unpunished… they think we’ve been killing their men, stealing their money, how would you fight if you thought that?” Colt asked them.
Ash tutted beside her.
“Rita will take Sophie, they’ll drive back up the road, checking our six, ensuring the way out is kept clear. Shoot me, I want to protect our women, tell me that’s wrong,” Colt said defiantly.
Ash shrugged. “I’m sure Rita will tell you herself.”
After more driving, they climbed out. Those in the van ready to move after the few hours’ journey. Those on the bikes breathless, adrenaline shining from their eyes.
The police car pulled up. Everyone talked. Sophie couldn’t hear properly, she didn’t understand the words people were saying, she couldn’t hold anything in her head. She wanted to hurry. She just wanted to hold Max again. She looked up ahead at the warehouse. It stood like a hulking monster on the horizon, surrounded by a chain-link fence with barbed wire at the top. It felt like something from a zombie apocalypse film, there was threat in the air, the whole setup was primed for disaster. Nature had taken over and every flutter of grass in the wind, every bird cawing gratingly caught Sophie’s attention.
Rita sidled up to her. Her helmet was still on but the visor was up.
“Hey sugar, you okay?” she asked with her slightly husky voice.
Sophie appreciated it. “Yeah. I just… I want my boys back.”
“I got you,” she said with a wink.
Sophie begrudgingly climbed on the back of Rita’s bike. True to form, Rita had kicked up a fuss but there was no relenting from Colt or the others this time. Rita was to take Sophie five miles back where they had just come. Sophie was wearing someone’s spare helmet, and sitting on the back of the bike was bringing tears to her eyes. She wanted Phantom here. She didn’t want to ride with anyone else.
Rita revved the bike and they went around a bend. Then she stopped and pulled onto the side of the road.
“Fucking men. Think they can go ahead without us? We’ll find another way in…” She spat over the intercom connecting the helmets. Sophie had never talked on one before, as Phantom never talked on the bike.
But the sky suddenly split.
Gunshot. She ducked instinctively.
“Motherfuckers!” Rita roared. Sophie realized the sound came from back at the warehouse.
“Fucking firing on us, it was a set up! The double crossing bastards!” Rita slammed the bike forward.
“We have to go back!” Sophie squawked. Sophie clasped onto Rita’s waist, but Rita paused and pointed suddenly.
“There!” Rita said triumphantly. Sophie looked and saw what Rita had spotted. Across a field of scrubby grass and rusted metal. The barbed wire fence stood. But there was a bush, it looked like. And it had pushed the fence back. Growing in and out of the wire. And in doing so, there was a hole at the bottom. A hole big enough for a fox perhaps, or a dog. Sophie smiled smugly. Or the skinny ol’ lady of a Black Coyote.
Sophie snaked forward, staying in the scrubby grass. She had no experience and no plan, but she was here, and that had to count for something.
The gunshots continued. She heard shouts now. The grass gave way to concrete and Sophie got to her feet. This place was so doom-laden, empty cargo containers, an upturned forklift. She had a good view of everything that was going on from here.
“Fuckers! We brought the money!”
“You fucked us first, our brothers can’t ever come back!” A stranger’s voice, with a Mexican accent, shouted.
“Cry me a fucking river!” She heard Colt’s voice, loud, authoritative.
There was a wave of gunshots. Sophie ducked behind some stacked up wooden pallets and peeked out. There were men, entrenched in various fighting positions, aiming at the MC. They, in turn, had cleverly ducked behind their van, Jared was sporting an automatic gun and was using it, generously peppering them with bullets in between ducking down behind the van. Ash and Nix were aiming with handguns, like it was a shoot ’em up arcade game. Rafe chucked a grenade. Sophie bit her lip. These were heavy ammunition, this was all very real, very serious.
Bam. Bam bam.
Sophie gulped, looking away from the gun fight, looking to the opening in the warehouse. It was a hangar, after all. From what she could deduce, the Black Coyotes brothers had approached in the van, Colt carrying the bag of money, no doubt flanked by the others, but instead of being greeted as was arranged and the money exchanged for Max, it all had gone to hell. She was certain the Demonios had opened fire first, from the way they had men in strategic positions, and the Black Coyotes guys were all just crouched behind the van.
She looked back to the hangar. She saw a couple of the guys dragging someone who was lashing about, refusing to come quietly. That had to be Max. They were dragging him further inside the hangar. Once inside, the obvious ringleader, dressed in an expensive suit and white shirt, beckoned and shouted to his other men. He was standing on the sidelines, telling his men, all dressed in black, where to go, what to do. And they obeyed. About six men surged forward, taking up positions for a shoot out with the Black Coyotes members. A few followed the ring leader back into the hangar.
