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Ace nods. “He’s got the cops raiding their legit businesses, making customers skittish.”
“What about black market shit?” Dix leans back in his chair, like he’s relaxing, except for the tense lines around his eyes.
“They don’t have probable cause to search shit, just suspicions,” Wild Man replies. “Basically, he’s targeting them because they’re bikers. In his pea brain, bikers mean criminals.”
It’s the same with most people until they get to know us. “So, what’s the plan?”
“The plan,” Ace starts with a heavy sigh, “is to do what we promised the Iron Reapers we’d do. Take care of Reggie Song.”
“Gia and I have gathered all the available info on the mayor’s schedule, even hacked into his official schedule that covers ribbon cuttings and council meetings and shit like that.” He looks around the room. “But this guy isn’t dumb enough to putmeeting with my sidepieceon his calendar, so we’ll need to do some recon.”
Ace searches the room until he lands on the face he needs. “Tank, you and Stone will work together on watch duty, digging up whatever Wild Man’s intel hasn’t told us, but Diesel, you’ll have to step in once in a while since your schedule is the most flexible.”
“No problem,” I say easily, always willing to do what I can to help my brothers. “I can leave mykutteand pick up parts for our shops instead of one of the prospects. It’s only a forty-minute ride.”
“That works,” he replies, sitting up taller as our plans coalesce.
Lucky growls in my direction. “Use your annoying charm to see what you can get from the residents.”
“That’s a great idea, bro. Thanks,” I tell him, every syllable dripping with as much sarcasm as I can manage.
“Enough,” Ace grunts. “We can’t sleep on getting this shit done. The Iron Reapers came through when we needed them to, and we need to do this for them before Song does something they can’t recover from.”
He looks at each of us, making sure there’s no fucking confusion about how important this particular task is for our MC.
“And now we need to talk about the other pain in our asses. The Latin Mafia and Bloodthirsty Devils.”
The room erupts in a mixture of groans, curses, and wishes for bodily harm to both organizations. “Them showing up at Morgan International wasn’t just the young fucks being reckless,” I say. “They rolled in deep to let us know they’re not backing down from this fight.”
Lucky nods. “I agree. They didn’t get out or start any shit. They just stared us down until Diesel pulled his piece out. We need to be on high alert, especially the women and kids.”
“Please don’t fucking tell me we’re going back on lockdown,” Coop whines. “Carmine is obsessed with being outside unless she’s sleeping, sometimes even then.”
“No need for lockdown yet,” Ace confirms. “But I have a feeling we’ll get to that point again.”
We all know it’s heading in that direction unless we strike first and take both groups off the board completely. “We need to deal with the Tig Heights mayor first,” Dix says over the moaning and bitching. “Then we’ll have all hands on deck to eliminate these assholes.”
“We’re multi-tasking this shit,” Ace replies calmly. “Tank and Stone will handle the mayor while the rest of us deal with…every goddamn thing else.” His gaze slides to Wild Man.
Wild Man clears his throat before his gaze swings to me. “The good news is that we found Cassidy’s big rig,” he offers with a sympathetic smile.
“And the bad news?”
His smile fades. “It’s on the side of the freeway right on this side of The Grapevine where they apparently found a gangbanger with a hole in his stomach. The police report doesn’t name any gang, but I’ll give you two guesses who I suspect.”
“Is the banger dead?” Lucky asks.
“Any trace of Cassidy?” I ask.
Wild Man shakes his head. “No on both counts. The banger is probably wishing he was dead now that he’s laid up in a hospital bed.”
That news makes Wild Man smile again. “There was no blood or any signs that she was hurt, but the report indicates they suspect someone was trying to rob her, and she shot to stop him.”
“Okay,” I say, my fingers twitching nervously as I think about what I’ve learned so far. Wild Man suspects Ghost or Olivera are behind Cassidy’s kidnapping, which means she’s in real danger. “Any way you can hack into the hospital to see the name of the dead banger?”
“He’s not dead,” Wild Man repeats with a frown.
“Not yet,” I growl. “Can you or not?”
