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“I’m not your fuckin’ employee or your lackey.” He jerked his chin at Miguel still standing by the door.
“Fine. Have it your way.” She opened her desk draw, extracted a set of keys, and pushed them across the desk. “Same as last time. You go directly to Barstow, no stops, no delays. Then return here for your payment.”
“Right.” Mamba swiped up the keys, turned, brushed past Miguel and out to another paneled truck. This one stenciled withDavis Contractors—We do all jobs, big and small.
Mamba released the driver’s side door and slid behind the wheel struggling to keep his mind off the unfortunate creatures held prisoner in the back. He wove his way onto the highway and headed for Barstow. He wanted nothing more than to get this over with, but he forced himself to stay within the speed limit and follow all the traffic rules. The last thing he needed was to get pulled over with a cargo full of illegal, underage girls zip-tied together.
Mamba just passed through Baker, California, a tiny desert town known for the world’s tallest thermometer when he received the text. Cobra, Joker, Python, and Rattler were in position. Another ten miles down the highway a rock formation stood about two hundred feet off the road. The Serpents used it many times for disposing and or hiding illegal goods. This time it would prove as a slight detour where Mamba would drop off the girls to a prospect who would take them to safety in Vegas, then take the Serpents for a surprise visit in Barstow.
Mamba couldn’t help the smile when he pictured that tweaker and the other goons opening up the cargo doors and instead of finding scared, innocent girls they’d be faced with outlaws guns drawn and ready for battle. Fuckin’ sweet, and just what these fuckers deserved. Then after they took over the dump in Barstow, they’d go about freeing whoever else was held captive there. By the time word got back to Marita, it would be too fuckin’ late.
Mamba eased onto the shoulder then down the gravel road leading to the rock formation. He angled the van to the far side so the rocks shielded them from the road.
The vans high beams shown on the Serpents standing by the SUVs. Mamba slammed the vehicle into park and the Serpents met him in the back of the van.
“Everything go all right in Searchlight?” Joker asked.
“Couldn’t have been smoother.” Mamba fit the key into the lock and swung open the double doors.
Joker and Python leaned in shining flashlights into the wide open, empty cargo space. They all exchanged looks.
“What the fuck?” Mamba mumbled. “It’s empty.”
“I don’t like this.” Python pulled his gun out of his waistband. “Something’s fucked up.”
Mamba had to agree with him. This didn’t make sense unless she was testing his loyalty. The slave trade held much too high a price for screw ups.
Mamba’s phone buzzed with the now familiar number. “Yeah?”
“Is there a reason the tracker hasn’t moved in the last three minutes?”
Marita was tracking him.
“I had to take a piss, is that all right with you?”
Marita grunted into the phone, then the call disconnected.
“She’s got a tracker on me. She knows I stopped.”
“Now what?” Rattler rolled on the balls of his feet.
“We go ahead with the original plan,” Cobra said. “Take them by surprise, then make sure we close this shit down.”
The others nodded in agreement then they piled into the back of the van and Mamba slid into the driver’s seat.
Mamba drove the rest of the way deciphering why the van was empty. Obvious reason, Marita was testing him. Making sure he could be trusted before giving him the actual shipment. Smart move, but her and her goons were going to be in for a big surprise at the drop-off.
Thirty minutes later he pulled into the rear of the tumble-down building in Barstow. The same tweaker from last time leaned against the building. Mamba discreetly knocked on the panel dividing the back and the front letting his brothers know they arrived.
The skinny guy ambled over to him, and Mamba feigned impatience. “Let’s get this shit done so I can get back to Searchlight.”
The tweaker’s toothless grin grew wider. “I think you’ll be surprised when you see what’s in the back.”
No fucker, you’re the one in for a surprise. Mamba surveyed the area around them on the lookout for the goons with the automatics, but they were nowhere in sight. Probably because they knew it was a setup.
The tweaker unlocked the back, swung open the doors and startled. Cobra jumped from the van gun drawn followed by Joker, Rattler, and Python.
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