Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
It sounded like he knew more than what he’d implied.
“Right,” Indie said. “What I discovered about the Chens was they’re also helping a Mexican cartel launder drug money.”
Damn. They had their fingers in every damn pie they could stick them in.
“That typical?” Chill asked.
“It’s not unheard of,” Reaper answered for Indie.
The VP then asked, “Same Mexican cartel that the Russos are dealin’ with?”
“No, another one,” Indie answered. “If it had been the same, using this Chinese crime family might get too fucking sticky, but because they’re not, it could work in our favor. One, because the Russos are also trafficking fenty, so that makes them competitors, and two, the Mexican cartels probably want to fuck each other, and not in a good way.”
“Gives us more options to create havoc,” Vi said. “We can set it up so the Russos think the Chens are fucking with them. If done correctly, it should start a war between those two families. We could also get the cartels beefing, too. If the cartel that the Russos buy from no longer exists, then that will kill their supply. No supply, no need for the mules to haul it.”
“They’ll just find another supplier,” Zeke mumbled.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Again, the ultimate goal is to wipe out the Russos and cut their ties with the Twisted Souls. Meanwhile we certainly don’t want the Chens taking over Pittsburgh. But if they do, they most likely wouldn’t want to deal with those asshats. Plus, the Chens aren’t transporting fenty from Mexico, they make it themselves, which makes it more profitable. They’d have no use for mules, especially since they’d have to share a cut of the profits.”
“Great,” Chill muttered.
It all sounded like a big fucking cluster to Rage, but his focus was on the Souls. He wanted every last one of them wiped off the Earth after what they did to the Angels of Fury. “We get the cartels fightin’, the Russos and Chens fightin’, then after that’s finished, we can take out those motherfuckin’ Souls.”
“There would be no reason to take out the Souls if the Russos are wiped out,” Vi mentioned.
“Bullshit. They disrespected us by usin’ our goddamn territory without our fuckin’ permission,” Zeke reminded them.
“And fucked with our women.” Rage’s blood pressure was rising. He needed to rein that in.
Both Vi and Indie had visibly tensed when Rage said “our” women. He didn’t give a fuck because it was true. If they had a problem with it, that was their problem, not his.
“Need to also mention that they sent one of their members into Heaven’s Angels.”
“For what? A lap dance?” Indie asked Rage.
“Thinkin’ those motherfuckers are scopin’ out our businesses in hopes of takin’ over our territory. Then they’d be able to run drugs north without any friction from us.”
All of the Shadows’ heads snapped up at that. Even Reaper shifted sharply next to him.
“Of course we can’t let that happen,” Vi said more calmly than Rage felt.
“No fuckin’ shit,” Zeke responded. “Damn right that ain’t gonna happen.”
Rage seconded that.
“Okay, so how we startin’ this war ‘tween the Chinese and the Sicilians?” Chill asked.
“Saw them movin’ product north late at night,” Rage shared.
“You saw the drugs?” Vi asked.
“No. But it was a group of four with an empty sidecar.”
“So, it was an assumption.”
“Yeah, a pretty fuckin’ good one,” Rage told her. “Why can’t we ambush one of the drug runs and leave clues that it’s the Chinese?”
“That’s the plan,” Vi said. “But documenting their patterns will help us plan the attacks.”
“Who the fuck’s gonna pull all this off?” Zeke asked.
“We’ll get it done,” Vi assured him.
Rage wasn’t sure about letting the Shadows handle shit without him involved. Of course they were capable, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be left in the fucking dark.
“We want the Russos thinking the Chen family wants to expand east to the Pittsburgh market,” Indie added. “We want to cause tension. A little here. A little there. Until it all explodes.”
It was a damn good plan. He just hated they had to do it at all.
“Wanna be kept informed of everythin’ the Shadows are doin’ when it comes to this.”
Vi simply told Rage, “No.”
A muscle popped in his cheek. “Yeah, Vi. Need to know what the fuck’s goin’ on and when.” He glanced over at Zeke to see if the prez had an opinion.
No surprise, he did. “Agreed. At least one, if not all three of us, need to know what the fuck’s goin’ on. We can’t be left in the goddamn dark.”
She sat back and placed both palms flat on the table. “You want us to handle this or not?”
They’d be stupid fucks to say no, but that didn’t mean they shouldn’t have a say or have the ability to prepare. “Get you might not wanna share certain shit with us, but we at least gotta know the basics of the operation. As the fuckin’ sergeant at arms, it’s on my fuckin’ shoulders to keep everyone in the DAMC safe.” His gaze locked with Vi’s. “Ultimately, even you, cousin.”