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Cain's grin widened, becoming sharklike. "That’s perfect. My dad fucking hates them. He used to be best friends with Malik, their former leader back in the day. And then Malik stabbed him in the back…literally. And they’ve been rivals ever since. Malik’s son has taken over most of the operations now. They call whoever’s in charge “the Jackal.”
Remington sat back in his chair cockily, his expression smug. “Go ahead and say it.”
“Say what?” Stellan asked.
“Remington, you’re a genius. Aurora should suck your dick,” Remington answered in a high pitched voice.
“Your dick has been sucked enough,” Cain snarked, and Remington’s face turned affronted.
“Okay, focus,” I chided before they could go any further, nervous energy throbbing through me…to get started. To do something.
Everyone straightened up, and we began to plan.
“The weapons are waiting on a ship just off the coast, about three hours from here. Alexander thought it was more theft proof than locking it all in a warehouse. But I traced one of his texts to his underlings, and the boat will be docking at 12:45pm. The weapons will then be loaded into armored eighteen wheelers, and taken to the meeting point thirty minutes away.”
“How many weapons are we talking?” asked Stellan.
“Enough to fill half a container ship.”
“Fuck.”
“Can we have a plan to then blow up the weapons at some point?” I asked, hating that the nature of the game was always exchanging one evil for another. I’m sure this Jackal Company wasn’t full of saints.
“Problem for future us,” said Cain, not sounding fazed at all as he stared at the chat Remington had brought up with some of the info.
“Alright, Remy, since you’re on a roll…how do we get the weapons?” I asked.
Remington rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain. “I thought you’d never ask.”
* * *
It was amazingthe kind of connections Cain had…even without his dad. Within an hour, all the drivers for the semi trucks that would be used to transport the weapons from the dock had been replaced with Cain’s guys…and us.
Cain had reached out to Malik and brokered a deal to deliver the weapons. He was very eager to make trouble for Alexander.
My kind of people.
The tricky part would be losing the security team Alexander would have plastered all over the trucks on the trip to deliver the goods.
That part was probably going to have to involve explosives.
We put everything into place for the rest of the day.
And then it was time to head out.
“This is a weird life,” Stellan commented as we loaded up into the car.
“The weirdest,” I agreed.
We were mostly quiet as we drove through the night. Cain and Remington were murmuring softly to each other in the front, but Stellan and I both just stared out the window, his hand softly caressing my thigh.
“Aurora,” Cain called from the front seat, jerking me out of my mostly morose thoughts.
I glanced at him through the rear view mirror.
“I’m going to get Paxton back for you. I promise,” he said fiercely, his face scrunched up as if my pain physically hurt him.
“I know,” I murmured, although I wasn’t sure if I believed him.
