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Groans of discord sounded through the room. His eyes searched out his brothers who were standing around the table looking agitated. "I know you brothers want to go in hot, but they haven't caused any shit here so far."
"Yeah," someone snorted, before saying with heavy sarcasm, "maybe they're just here on vacation."
I doubted it. Not with Bronx with them. But I could see why Trip would want to approach the Bandits with a warning before bringing on a fight. A lot of our brothers had families, including him, and the Bandits were ruthless, unpredictable killers without scruples.
Demon grunted, and Trip gave the man who'd spoken out a narrowed glare. "You have a better idea, Dog? I'd fucking like to hear it."
The other man shrugged. "We need to show those fuckers we mean business. We're not pussies." He hesitated before finishing his thoughts. "Just sayin'."
Cole spoke up for the first time. "You think we're just going to dance around them and say ‘pretty please?’"
A few brothers laughed.
"Here's what we're gonna do."
I could tell by Trip's hard tone that whatever he was about to say, the plan would be non-negotiable. He didn't get to finish his comment though. Demon's phone vibrated, causing the other man to hesitate. Demon glanced down to see who was calling him.
"Gotta answer this. It may be information on where they're staying." He wasn't asking for permission, and as soon as the last word was out of his mouth, he had the phone in his ear. "Yeah?" He grunted out a couple of times in response to whatever was being said to him before hanging up without so much as a word. "They're at the motel right off the interstate."
Demon didn't need to say the name. Everyone knew he was talking about the run-down, piece of shit motel that should have been torn down years ago. It catered to mostly prostitutes and druggies. The locals knew to stay away from it.
"That makes our job a little easier," Sax smirked.
Demon gave a brief nod before turning to Trip. "Finish what you were about to say, Brother."
"I was thinking we send our enforcers to pay them a visit. Tell them they got until this time tomorrow to leave Vegas.”
“What if they want to know what the,‘or else’is?" BF, who along with Cole would be sent to the “visit,” inquired gruffly. He sat back in his chair and crossed his massive arms.
Demon let out a bark of laughter. "Come up with something creative."
"And scary," Murphy added with a grin.
Cole expelled a deep breath. "Yeah, I wonder what would scare an asshole like Bronx."
I knew that Cole wasn't scared. I'd never seen him back down from a fight or a confrontation. But Bronx's reputation warranted valid concern. The bastard was lucky. Some said he had the devil on his back, protecting him, because he always seemed to come out the victor in every battle.
Trip seemed to be looking over his brothers. "Toby and Buster will go with you. Keep your interaction with the Bandits short and to the point." He paused for a moment before coming to a decision to say what was on his mind. "React to their responses accordingly."
Trip's last remark was clear to every brother in the room—kill them if there was no other choice. And if that happened, sure as shit we would be at war with Wild Bandits.
Not one to put things off once a plan was in place, Cole groused, "Let me speak to my old lady and we'll head out."
Demon gave a nod and then stood, signaling that church was done.
