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I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Raina had come to mean something to me. What that was exactly, I still didn’t know. I wasn’t the feelings type. Other than these two dicks, I didn’t give a shit about anyone. Maybe my younger brother, although the selfish little shit rarely stayed in touch.
Havoc’s eyes widened. “Fuck me. He’s trying to get us out of the way. Check her tracker. If he hurts her, he’ll probably take her straight to the incinerator. Or dump her at her dad’s house.”
I pulled up Raina’s tracker on my phone. “She’s right where we left her. Still in the house. I think she’ll be fine, dude. Maverick wouldn’t be that obvious, would he?”
Havoc shook his head, his brow furrowing. “I don’t know. Knowing him, he would tell me to kill her myself.”
“Which you would never do. Right?” Knight sounded uncertain, like he didn’t know what answer to expect.
Havoc took way too longer answering. I was getting ready to thump him upside the head. Finally, he said, “Fuck no. Raina is ours. Nobody is changing that. Not even my father.”
The rest of the drive was spent with Knight and I making small talk while Havoc silently stewed. We all knew that going against Maverick Alexander was suicide. If he demanded that we hurt Raina, I mean really hurt Raina, we would have an incredibly tough decision to make.
I knew already that nothing and nobody would make me kill our goddess. She was the first person to make me feel alive in a long damn time. Maverick could go fuck himself.
The address we’d been given for the cash pickup was for a shady nightclub on the other side of the city. Several motorcycles lined the parking lot. A group of bearded, tattooed men stood near the entryway smoking and shooting the shit.
We pulled into the lot, parking at the far end near a garbage dumpster. Then we waited. There wasn’t much action in the parking lot. Some dude stumbled out the back exit of the bar and threw up before going back inside. Nice place.
A shiny silver sedan pulled into the lot ten minutes later. It pulled up beside us and one man with a briefcase got out. Three other men got out with him. That was our cue.
The three of us got out of the car and went to meet them. The briefcase was handed off without issue. Without a word exchanged between any of us, the deal was done. The men who’d come got back into the sedan and were gone. The entire exchange took less than a minute.
It should have ended there. We should have driven off and went on our merry way. That never happened.
Instead, the back door of the bar burst open as the goddamn Angels filed out. They’d come prepared, bringing at least six other guys with them. Wasting no time, they quickly surrounded us.
“What the fuck is this?” I barked. “What a goddamn joke.”
Daire stepped forward to speak for the group. “Maybe, but we’ll be the only ones laughing. You dumb fucks never know when to quit, do you? Hopefully this time you learn your damn lesson.”
Ah retaliation. What a fucking lovely thing. These assholes couldn’t take a loss. They’d come for payback.
“We’re not here for you,” Havoc said, his grip tight on the briefcase. “We’ll go our way. You go yours.”
Daire’s face split into a wide grin. “I don’t think so, dick. Hand over the briefcase.”
“Fuck you,” Havoc spat.
When he glanced at the car, I knew he’d left his gun inside. Mine was back at the house. I preferred a hands on approach to cunts like this. Not that it mattered when we were this outnumbered. We couldn’t exactly gun down a bunch of guys from campus. I’d rather take a beating than spend the rest of my life inside a prison cell. That didn’t mean I would go down without a fight.
With Havoc’s refusal, the fight was on. Daire nodded to Blaze who stepped up with a crowbar in one hand. Jesus Christ, we were fucked.
I lunged forward in time to catch the crowbar as it came flying through the air toward Havoc. Blaze and I wrestled for control of the crowbar, each of us holding on tight. All around us chaos broke out.
Cash threw himself at Knight, knocking him to the ground. Punches were flying, both of them taking as many as they were landing. Since there were only three of us, soon we had more guys on us than we could fight off. Blaze and two other guys got me on the ground. Still, I wouldn’t give up my hold on the crowbar. No way was I taking that thing to the head. I still bore the marks from our last encounter.
Havoc and Daire fought over the briefcase. Another guy moved in to help Daire by putting Havoc in a chokehold. His face turned red and purple before he blacked out. His grip on the briefcase went slack, allowing Daire to triumphantly jerk it free. Daire passed it to another dude who hurriedly locked it in the trunk of a nearby car.
The fight was over as fast as it had started. The Angels and their friends quickly dispersed, piling into two vehicles before speeding out of the lot.
I picked myself up off the ground, spitting blood from a reopened cut on my lip. I sure was taking a lot of abuse these days. Knight and I roused Havoc, lightly slapping his face as he stirred.
“The briefcase,” he mumbled. “Did they get the briefcase?”
Knight and I exchanged a look. We both knew what this meant. Maverick was going to have our asses.
“Yeah,” Knight said softly. “They got the briefcase.”
