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Come on, come on. Now’s the fucking time to show yourself, Jack. Where the fuck are you?
Costa’s eyes narrow with pin prick precision. “You’re going to fucking lie to me? Twice.”
“What are you—”
“—Don’t play fucking dumb with me,” Costa snaps, cutting Vincent off. Costa rips his gun from the inside of his jacket, pointing it at Vincent. “Explain to me why my men at the hangar aren’t answering their phones.”
Vincent takes a breath, his face now hardened. “I don’t know—”
Costa fires his gun in the air, making everyone flinch. He points the gun back at Vincent. “Last chance you fucking idiot. Why are my men whoyoucollected from, not answering their phones?” Costa’s face is deadly. We all see it. He knows.
“Signal was—”
Jamming the handle of the gun into Vincent’s face, Costa smiles as a thick stream of blood pisses from Vincent’s nose.
He staggers back, trying to catch himself. “Alright,” he says holding up one hand. I look at him as he stands straight. The way his face tightens before he looks back at Costa has me weighted down with an evil dread.
My stomach knots. My head swims. Panic rises.
“Rippers killed them,” Billy shouts from behind us.
Vincent’s head snaps towards him in shock.
Shit.What the fuck’s he playing at? I don’t risk looking back. Is this fucking happening? I hear a low growl from Travis. My own anger matches his as I bite back the need to throw myself at Billy and gut him with my bare hands. I should have knownbetter than to trust he would play along.
Costa laughs and it’s callous. It makes my body turn numb. “On your knees,” he spits at us.
I sneer as I drop to my knees, briefly looking over my shoulder at the men behind me. The two Sodom Saviours stand clear on one side, whilst my men are held at gunpoint.
I’ve seen this before; felt the end nearing itself in a way I hadn’t foreseen. The men meant to be storming in should have been here by now. Something’s definitely wrong. This should be over.
As if reading my mind, Costa steps closer to me. “I can see you wondering where theothermen are. Let me guess, they should have arrivedbeforethe pigs started waking.”
On cue one squeals, and he turns firing three rounds at the wooden crate. Silence. And I’m down two-grand. “You wannabe gangsters fail to realise that men like me are used to working with scum like you.Idisappear, hundreds of people lose billions.Youdisappear, the world simply doesn’t have enough fucks to give. That’s how insignificant you are in all of this.” I’m completely unarmed as Costa stalks in front of me. “Care to know when you fucked up?”
I can’t bite my tongue any longer. “No, but I’m sure you’re desperate to tell us anyway.”
A smile, one that screams he can’t wait to kill me, pulls across his face. “We had cameras at the hangar. Saw Rippers MC go in all guns blazing.” He waves his gun between me and Travis. “Nice job cutting the wire by the way, but you were too late. And the trackers we use for situationsjustlike this, they led to an interesting location. You know,” he laughs sarcastically, throwing his head back, “the pigs actually make fucking sense now. Ten out of ten for effort.”
Jackknifing, my insides contort, the pain unbearable. There’s no fucking way of knowing whether he’s serious aboutfinding the farm. But if he has? And the majority of us are here bar a handful of Rippers left behind… I royally fucked Travis’ uncle. Why the fuck did I think we could pull this off?
If Jack’s men don’t stop them, he could already be dead. Those people we saved could have been picked up already.
Legs…. I curse under my breath as satisfaction swims in his eyes. He has me. “What was my second mistake?” I ask flatly, trying to buy time in case Jackisstill coming. What if…
“The men you have situated out on the road?”
Fuck.
“All dead. For a surveillance team they definitely didn’t see us coming.”
It’s then I let out my sigh, unable to restrain the excessive turmoil twisting in my head. Fear pulses through me, my mouth turning dry. We’re dead. All of us. Because of me.
Costa checks how many bullets he has in his gun. “Anything you want to say before I singlehandedly wipe you all clean off the map?”
Catching my attention, Costa's right-hand man walks over with fury and malice in his face. His feet stomp the concrete, his fists balled down by his sides. Stood side on to Costa, he withdraws his weapon, clearly wanting to be the one to end us.
He holds up the gun, then sends a bullet right through Costa’s skull.
