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“You haven’t met his ball-busting sister,” one of the other guys said with a hint of cockiness.
If the guy thought his comment would worry Gypsy or the other brothers, he would be sadly mistaken. Gypsy told the brothers to take a look around. He knew Crow and Wrench had them covered from the rooftops.
To Gypsy and the others, the place looked like part gaming cave and part chop shop. In the back area, old muscle cars were in different stages of tear-down and rebuilds. The gamer clubhouse could be a cover for a stolen car shop. Another MC might be doing shit in their territory, and that would be a good reason to target the Gypsy Kings. If they got rid of the Kings, another club could come in and take over the area.
There might not be paperwork pointing at them, but that didn’t mean something wasn’t going on. Walking around, he looked at a few computers that weren’t hooked up to TVs. He nodded at Fiddler, who was already nosing around the setup. “We might want to take the computers.”
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” Fiddler said as he looked at Gypsy.
* * *
Forty-five minutes later, Crow broke the silence. “Gypsy, we have company.”
“You have eyes on the target?” Gypsy asked through the com system.
“Nope,” Crow snapped across the line.
Gypsy’s curiosity was piqued. “Why do you think we have company?”
“Because we’re now the targets,” Crow responded.
As everyone heard Crow’s comments through their ear coms, they all looked around, seeing red laser dots bounce from man to man. Everyone armed themselves as movement came from an upstairs landing. On the landing, they saw a hooded figure holding an automatic rifle.
“Wrench and I are still covering you, but we’re tagged as well,” Crow spoke calmly.
Just then, the warehouse door opened and a tall, lean individual entered the building, followed by a half-dozen others. All of them wore hoodies, and their faces were masked by black coverings. All but the main one. She didn’t cover her face. The tall blonde sauntered across the open floor, heading straight for Glitch. Gypsy watched as she tilted the kid’s head up where she could look at his face.
“You good?” she asked him. The kid nodded in response.
Turning from her brother, Whip looked around the room. The men here were playing for keeps, but so was she. This was her place and her brother. “Which one of you gentlemen is Gypsy?”
As she moved, a red laser dot on the floor moved with her.
“I’m Gypsy.” And the red dot went to his chest. He glanced down at it then back up at the girl in front of him. “Wrench, do you have your sights set?”
“Yep,” Wrench replied.
Gypsy watched a red dot center on the hooded figure on the landing. He watched as the hood was pushed back, revealing another female. Her hand slid to the rifle’s trigger. Gypsy knew Wrench had her in his crosshairs, so he turned his attention to who he assumed was Whip.
“We traced some emails to a computer in this warehouse.” Gypsy didn’t give her time to ask any questions. “The individual who’s been sending them, that’s who we want to talk to.”
“So, you thought you’d break into my place and harass my brother and his friends to get your answers?” Whip stepped closer to Gypsy.
“We expected to find someone here, not kids.” He defended the club’s decision.
“Well, let me give you those answers you’re so desperately wanting.” Twirling her finger in the air, the individuals who had entered with her escorted the three young guys out of the warehouse. Then they came back inside, dismantled the computer systems, and carried them outside.
There was nothing Gypsy could do unless he wanted a bloodbath right there in the warehouse.
“Do you have a business card, Gypsy?” Whip asked.
Pulling his wallet out, Gypsy retrieved one of his club cards and handed it to her. When she grasped it, he held it tightly, making her lock eyes with him. “I won’t wait very long before I start looking for you.”
“I’ll give you a call,” Whip glanced at the card as it snapped from Gypsy’s fingers, “Mr. President, as soon as I have them.”
Whip stood alone in the warehouse with more than a dozen men. She had one sniper on the upstairs landing and three more outside ready to lay down more cover if she needed it. This wasn’t about her and her crew. This was something entirely different. Something she wanted to know about ASAP.
Tapping the earpiece, she spoke clearly as one of the guys with long, honey blonde hair and blue eyes leveled a Glock at her. “God, if I don’t make it out of here, shoot the blonde with the Glock first.” She got an audible yes through her earpiece and smiled.
