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Patriot grumbled a little but shut up when Mac tossed him a warning glance. I could understand why Patriot was unhappy with that order. The MC mistreated his old lady when she’d lived with her sister, who belonged to a Devil’s Jester.
“We’re cleanin’ up this fucking mess, not makin’ a new one,” Mac barked.
Patriot reluctantly nodded.
We all dispersed and headed to our bikes, ready to have this bullshit finished.
The Devil’s Jesters clubhouse was in an old five-story office building in a run-down part of their town. It looked unassuming, but it was heavily fortified.
However, once Grey took down the security system, Phantom slipped inside the back to do some recon while Scout set up on the roof of the building across the street. He couldn't see in the blacked-out windows, but he had thermal imaging goggles, and we each had a patch that Grey developed, putting off a glow in a different color so that Scout could distinguish between his brothers and the Jesters.
“Seems people are already jumping ship,” Phantom murmured in our earpieces. “It’s a fucking ghost town. Security is sparse. Two on the front, two on the back—strike that, none on the back, and a half dozen gathered on the top floor, in a room with a door to what I’m betting is the prez’s office.”
“Handle it.” Mac gestured for me to move in, so I knocked on the front door. When it swung open, I kicked the person in the stomach, sending them flying backward so I could move in. I needed to be out of sight before I raised my gun and put a bullet between their eyes.
A glance to my right showed Patriot twisting the other guard’s neck and dropping him on the ground.
The rest of the guys with us stepped inside, and Grey, who’d taken up the rear, shut it behind us. Phantom waited at the bottom of the stairs, and he gestured for us to follow him. His years as a spook had given him the ability to fade into the background, which made him perfect for recon. But he didn’t skip the action, so when we encountered a patch coming out of a bedroom on the second floor, his arm shot out, and the guy crumpled to the floor.
On the fourth level, I caught sight of someone in my peripheral vision and waited until they lunged to turn around, shoving his shoulder so he stumbled to the side. When his back was to me, I curled my arm around his neck and snapped his head to the side. After hearing the satisfying crack, I tossed him out of the way and followed the others up to the last level.
“Wait,” Scout said in our ears.
Then we heard the sound of breaking glass and several loud thumps.
“Clear,” he rumbled.
At the top of the staircase, I rolled my eyes when I saw the bodies littering the ground, each sporting a small hole in their forehead. “Show-off,” I grunted.
“Making sure I haven’t lost my touch,” he corrected smugly.
“That’s not what Cat says,” Knight drawled, making a few of us chuckle.
Before Scout could reply, Mac snarled, “Shut the fuck up and focus.”
I was surprised that the sound of the glass breaking hadn't brought the prez out of the room to investigate, but I shouldn’t have been. He pretended to be tough, but really, he was a scared little bitch.
A scream ripped through the quiet, coming from a closed door on the left side of the room. Cash stomped over to it, and with one kick, he splinted the wood and knocked it off its hinges.
Another scream rang out again, followed by several grunts, and Cash rolled his eyes.
Cash sighed and drawled, “Your acting needs work. Those fake screams aren’t fooling anybody. Now, stop bouncing on his tiny dick and get out.”
“What the fuck?” a deep voice roared.
Cash aimed his gun and snarled, “Now.”
Two seconds later, a naked woman came flying out of the room, and I stepped back to give her plenty of space to dart down the stairs.
Grey joined Cash and snorted as he looked into the room. “I thought you were joking about the tiny dick.” Then he shook his head. “Seriously, man. You really thought she wasn’t faking it? Dumbass.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Knight murmured. “You two want to stop gossiping about some asshole’s cock and focus on the fucking VP and prez?”
“Oh, right.” Cash jerked his chin toward the room. “Found number two.”
Patriot scowled and stomped over. “You wanna live, tell us where your president is.”
“Fuck you,” the man snapped.
“Not with that thing,” Grey snorted again. Patriot tossed an annoyed glare at Grey, but he just shrugged. “Make fun of him or kill him, you pick.”
Frustrated with the holdup, I crossed the room and shoved Patriot out of the way. Walking inside, I vaguely noted that Grey hadn’t been exaggerating but didn’t break my concentration from my goal. At the side of the bed, I raised my gun and aimed it at his stomach. “Every time I ask and you don’t give me the answer I want, gonna put a bullet in a part of your body that causes a fuck ton of pain but won’t kill you. That how you wanna die, asshole?”
