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Loading up the Honda,I look over at Agony, who only gives me a grunt. He knows what I’m doing, and he doesn’t approve. He doesn’t have to approve. I’m doing it anyway. Once the car is full, I put the door panels back together, then stand to study my work.
“Even without your help, I think it looks pretty good,” I call out, looking back at Agony.
“For the record, I just want to say that I don’t agree, and if anyone asks, I don’t know shit about this.”
“Nobody is asking you for shit,” Roadkill’s voice calls out.
Agony lifts his head, turning his attention behind me. I know he’s walking up behind me; I can hear his boot steps as he makes his way toward me. I don’t turn around, though. My focus is on Agony and only him. If he called Legacy right now, we would be completely fucked.
“I didn’t see shit. I didn’t hear shit,” Agony says, then he brushes past me and walks out of the room. Roadkill makes his way to my side, stopping as he stares at the car.
“You ready?” he asks.
Fuck no, I’m not ready, but at the same time, I am very much fucking ready. I’m a goddamn ball of indecision, and I have never been this way. Usually, I know exactly what I want to do and the way I want to do it. But since all this shit with Raul, Dutch, and Piper, I’m a goddamn mess.
“Yeah.”
He chuckles, taking a step toward the car. “You’re not fucking ready,” he states.
“Who the fuck would be?” I ask.
I’m betraying my club. Whether he sees it that way or not, that’s exactly what we’re doing. There is no way in hell that Legacy would give his approval for this. Clearing my throat, I jerk my chin toward the car.
“Nobody would be,” I say. “Let’s do this.”
“Yeah,” Roadkill grunts.
The car is packed. I have four guns on me. I’m ready to go if I need to. Honestly, I would be fine with taking out Raul and Dutch, but I probably won’t see Dutch. I have a feeling he’s under Raul’s close watch. He stepped out of line, and now he’s being carefully monitored.
Soon enough, I’ll get his ass. I’m going to have a good goddamn time doing it when I do, too. Fuck him and whatever the fuck he thought he was going to get away with.
Never will someone have the goddamn drop on me or any of my brothers again. Not to mention my woman. This is as much for her as it is for me at this point. Piper didn’t deserve any of the shit that happened to her. Far as I can see, she’s fucking amazing.
“Let’s deliver some bad fucking shit,” Roadkill states.
“The blowback on this?” I ask, even though I already know what that fucking is.
Roadkill’s attention swings to me, and he smirks. “You already know, but there won’t be any fucking blowback.”
“No?” I ask.
He clears his throat. “No, because we won’t get caught.”
I still don’t understand how the fuck we won’t get caught giving them bad shit. Laced goddamn cocaine. Laced with fucking fentanyl. We have no business doing this shit at all, but then to lace it? Again. Zero business.
“Because this didn’t come from us. We’re just transporting it.”
He told me this when Duke came up with the original plan, but I still don’t fucking like anything about it. The whole thing makes me nervous as fuck. A few days ago, we delivered a perfectly fine shipment, and now we’re doing a tainted one. This is all by design, and that design is to ruin their drug world, grind it into the ground.
Next will be the skin trade.
Because fuck Raul.
“Let’s do this,” he announces.
I walk toward the tail car, slide into the driver’s seat, and start the engine. Roadkill takes off, and I follow him, making sure not to follow too closely, but close enough that I can see if anything happens ahead of me.
