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“I’m telling you, I took care of the club. In my dealings with the Feds, I ensured Defiance had immunity because you were cooperating in the investigation alongside me.”
Hurricane glances at City, whose brows draw together in question, and then Hurricane slowly looks back at me. “We weren’t, though?”
I smirk. “They don’t know that. But like I said, I protected thoseIwanted in on this deal. Defiance was one of them.”
“Appreciate that! But the fact remains, you’re workin’ with the Feds. How canwetrust you?”
I let out a small scoff. “Trust me when I say this. Trap isnotcoming out of this alive. I don’t know how we’re going to wrangle the dynamics of this just yet, but we need to come up with a plan so both of us are squeaky clean when this shit is done. Because you have to keep the club running, and I need to get back to my woman.”
“Come inside to the Chapel. Let’s talk this out,” Hurricane says.
A sense of relief floods my veins—this could have gone pear-shaped real quick without Defiance’s help. “Thank you, Hurricane. I will owe you big time for this.”
Two Weeks Later
For the last two weeks, I’ve been working on the plan at the clubhouse.
Raid, Defiance’s tech guru, has been utilizing all his resources to locate Trap or to pinpoint a place where we can lure him to finally draw this bullshit to an end. Hoodoo and Maxxy have been particularly interested in how this will play out because Maxxy is the reason Trap’s wife, Selene, was taken out.
Their beef with each other ended in Defiance having to kill Selene when she attacked Maxxy.
You can’t blame them.
The club will always protect its own.
No matter what.
When Selene came after Maxxy like that, there was no way Selene was going to come out victorious. Trap should have known better than to let his wife take on the brute force of NOLA Defiance.
Raid has narrowed down a location where he has triangulated Trap’s position. He might be lying in wait for all we know, so we must be prepared for anything.
Raid spins his laptop around on the table for us all to view. “From what I can tell, he’s holed up in an abandoned asylum on the outskirts of New Orleans. All indicators point to him being there for at least a week, maybe more. It seems to be his home base right now.”
“An asylum, how fucking fitting for him.” I raise a brow.
“If his wife was anythin’ to go by, I think you might be right…” Hurricane snorts out a laugh. “Raid, you seein’ a way in?”
“There’s only one entry point. There are high fences surrounding the perimeter. As for the building itself, it’s decrepit. We’re gonna have to use caution going inside. The place is falling apart. I imagine stairwells and floors will be problematic with neglect and by being left open to the weather for so long. There may even be some homeless inside, so be on the lookout for civilians in the crossfire.”
We all nod in acknowledgment as I take a deep, centering breath that this is actually happening. “From all your research, Raid, does it look like he’s going to have a team with him?”
“Hard to tell. There are definitely other people in the asylum. Whether they’re there for Trap or the homeless, we won’t know until we get there. We have to be prepared for anything.”
I sit forward, placing my hands on the table. “Knowing Trap, he will have found a way to assemble an army. He won’t be alone. It’s why I came to you rather than going it alone.”
“All right. We know where the fucker is located. Let’s go wipe this asshole off the face of the earth,” Hurricane states.
A fire ignites my soul. A desire to feel that bastard’s dying heart pumping in my hand as he takes his last breaths gives my black heart something to pump for. Trap is the reason I’m being kept away from Makaylie. I won’t let him have that power over me anymore.
Standing with the other guys, we make our way out of the clubhouse. The Defiance brothers say their goodbyes to their old ladies while I hang back, wishing I could wrap my arms around Makaylie, telling her I love her and will be back with her soon.
Not long now.
Makaylie just has to hold on a little longer.
And I’ll be by her side again.
With a nod, Hurricane gestures for us to make our way to the ammunition banks. We lock and load, gather as many supplies as possible, shove everything we need into the back of the two vans, then jump in. My heart races frantically. If anyone can help me bring down Trap, it’s NOLA Defiance.
