Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Warren was without a doubt the toughest man on the crew. He didn’t take shit from anyone, and when they needed information, he was the man to extract it fast. He always got what they wanted. But every single club knew of Torpedo Ink’s enforcers. Savage, Destroyer and Savage’s brother, Reaper. The word had rapidly spread through clubs that the three men could take apart anyone. They knew more ways than most to get information. That had come straight from members of the Diamondbacks and Venomous clubs.
Sid could hear the roar of the bikes now. It sounded like hell coming up his road. He leveled his gaze on the club members waiting. He had fifteen standing in front of him. Four had gone up into the rafters to cover them. When the clubhouse had been built, they had included four stations for just this purpose, putting their best shooters above them to protect the club members. He made his way out to the porch to watch the riders come in.
He studied the men as Torpedo Ink arrived, looking full-out ready for war and not making any bones about it. It was intimidating to say the least. The bikes swept into the yard, one after another, some crossing the yard to outbuildings. Then a group broke off, running, sniper rifles in plain sight as they went up the sides of the buildings and gained the rooftops. It was done in under thirty seconds. Worse, he heard the roar of pipes behind the clubhouse, coming from the mountain trail. Few people knew of that back road, their fail-safe to get out should there be a reason. This looked like a pretty damn good reason, but they were trapped.
When had Torpedo Ink grown so large? Two full chapters and it sounded like a third coming in from behind. The Diamondbacks? Who? His club was in trouble. He had to find a way to de-escalate the situation.
Sid waited, his expression unchanging. This was his territory. His men. Torpedo Ink had invaded, and they were in the wrong. That wasn’t going to keep him alive, but if there was an investigation, everyone in town had seen the colors flashing past. That would count for something.
Czar swung off his bike, his enforcers moving in perfect sync with him. Sid had never seen that done before and was impressed. He kept his mask on, but indicated with a wave of his hand for Czar to join him on the porch.
“Not sure what this is about, but you’re welcome. We’ll figure it out,” he greeted.
Czar was wearing sunglasses and he pulled them off his face, his eyes meeting Sid’s. Sid’s heart nearly stopped. He was looking at a killer. Not a man who occasionally had to kill, but someone who was good at it. Who knew what he was doing and didn’t hesitate. And he wasn’t happy. Whatever the reason Torpedo Ink was there, Sid knew it wasn’t good.
“Came looking for one of my boys, Sid. We’ll go inside, and you’re going to tell me exactly where he is and why you put a fuckin’ hit out on him.”
Nothing could have shocked him more. He wasn’t that stupid. None of his brothers were that insane. A member of Torpedo Ink? Support club to the Diamondbacks? It was rumored Plank and Czar were tight. But there were a lot of rumors, and then there was this. Those unforgiving eyes, nearly silver, piercing through him like a couple of laser beams.
“Let’s go inside, where it’s more comfortable. Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, and I know my brothers’ business. None of my boys would order a hit on a member of your club. We wouldn’t have any reason to. If there was a beef, I’d go to you personally and if not satisfied, I’d take it to the council.” Sid was sincere because he meant it.
Savage and Reaper stepped directly in front of Czar, entering first behind Sid. Sid waved Warren off. There would be no one attempting to disarm any member of Torpedo Ink. That way lay disaster. Maestro and Destroyer followed Czar, and several other members came in, but they didn’t take seats. They moved into strategic locations, where they could catch all members of Sid’s crew in a cross fire.
“Just so you know,” Czar said, “because I wouldn’t want you to think you have any advantage here, the four men you had hidden in the rafters are taking naps, and their weapons have been confiscated until we’re out of here.”
He sat down at the table with Sid but leaned over it, looking him directly in the eye. “I’m not fucking around. I want my brother back, and he’d better be in one piece.”
Sid caught sight of Destroyer and froze. “That one of yours?” He indicated the big man who clearly was wearing a Torpedo Ink cut.