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“Tonight, we hit their drug manufacturing facility. They’ve got it hidden deep in the canyons, heavily guarded. We roll in fast, catch ‘em off guard, and burn the whole damn place to the ground,” Breaker said.
Snake glanced at the members of both clubs and finally traded nods with his lieutenants. This was really going to work, Breaker thought with some surprise.
“Sounds like a plan. Our MC will ride with yours. But once this is over, don’t think this makes us pals,” Snake pointed out.
Snake held his gaze and Breaker saw lingering distrust there but also … a faint hint of respect?
“After this, we go back to being enemies. But tonight, we’re two clubs united against a common prey.”
Their groups waited until night deepened. Once it was time, the Death Seekers and Black Vipers mounted their motorcycles, side by side. Breaker looked up at the night sky and saw the stars weren’t out tonight. Darkness was their ally. It was a good night for violence.
They thundered through the desert and Breaker gave up on the prospect of being quiet. The drug facility loomed up ahead, a fortress of concrete and steel nestled in the rugged terrain.
Breaker’s gaze shifted to the guards stationed at the gate, their forms mere shadows in the dim light. Security was lax, an arrogant underestimation of their adversaries. It was a fatal miscalculation.
The guards barely had time to react as the combined force of the motorcycle clubs descended upon them like a storm.
Security inside was tighter. Someone must have sounded the alarm, because more guards started pouring out. The guards, jolted from their slumber, stumbled into action, their grogginess no match for the calculated precision of the bikers.
Breaker rode straight for the facility. He got off his motorcycle, noticing Rage and Snake were right on his heels. Rage would have his back, Breaker knew, in case Snake decided to stab him in the back.
In the end, Snake seemed too focused on their task to even think about betrayal
Breaker’s eyes locked onto Rage, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They had trained for this moment, rehearsed every move, and analyzed every contingency.
Explosives were distributed, each biker a cog in the intricate machinery of destruction. Breaker’s fingers closed around the cold metal of the detonator, his heart pounding.
“Time to finish this,” Breaker said.
Everyone knew what to do. They split up and entered the facility. The workday was over and the staff had gone home. An empty factory greeted them.
Breaker and the others had gone over the blueprints of the factory beforehand. He knew which section he and Rage should cover. They planted their explosives. Once everyone did their part, Breaker yelled at the bikers to exit the factory.
Breaker and Snake pushed the detonators after everyone had exited the factory. The facility erupted into a cataclysmic explosion, flames and debris soaring into the sky.
It was dangerous to linger, but the two clubs did exactly that when it was obvious the cartel had no intentions of sending backup.
Finally, as the last echoes of the explosion faded into silence, Breaker surveyed the aftermath. Smoke hung like a heavy shroud, the scent of scorched earth and victory intermingling in the air. The factory lay in ruins.
His eyes met those of Snake and a subtle acknowledgment passed between them. The fatigue that painted their faces mirrored the weariness of their men. The lines of animosity had blurred, if only temporarily, under the weight of a shared purpose. Breaker imagined the men, once adversaries, now standing side by side with one thought in mind—to return to their loved ones, embrace the warmth of their families, and leave the battlefield behind.
“We did it,” Snake murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction.
Breaker’s lips curved into a tired yet triumphant smile. He thought of Riley, anxiously waiting for news. Once they exited the facility, texting her—no, calling her—would be his number one priority.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “For now.”
Chapter Ten
Riley’s heart hammered in her chest as she stood before the nondescript apartment building. Breaker had texted her a few hours before, telling her the operation was a success.
She, in turn, told him about her meeting with Rob today. Breaker didn’t want her to go, but she convinced him she’d be safe, especially with her escorts.
“I won’t take long,” Riley told the two prospects. Chris, the younger of the prospects, shared a reluctant look with his brother Daniel.
“We’ll go with you,” Daniel insisted, glancing around the quiet neighborhood.
“I won’t take long,” she said. “And you guys will just be downstairs if anything happens.”
