Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Both were wearing cuts, and while they were both armed, they didn’t seem all that bothered that an unexpected delivery had just appeared at their door. Red beard looked down at the crate of booze and asked, “What the hell is this?”
“Delivery.” Our guy lowered the crate at the guy’s feet. “From someone named Cain.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Our guy shrugged. “Note said he hooked up with one of the dancers and will be back later tonight… Guess he’s thinking this will occupy your time until he gets back.”
Red beard hesitated. He looked at the driver and back to the booze, and my gut coiled up tight. This was the part where it either went exactly as planned or it went to hell. Black beard shrugged before stepping closer as he peered at the case of booze. He even reached over and picked up one of the bottles, checking it out with a grunt.
He shook his head and smirked, “Cain’s a fucking idiot.”
I knew then we had him. His brother snickered, “Yeah, but at least he sent some of the good stuff.”
He took the crate from the driver and took it inside. That was it. No hesitation. No second-guessing. They just took it, and we knew we had them. He turned to Preach with a satisfied nod. “We got ‘em.”
We watched as the door closed behind them, and just like that, it was done. Now, we just had to choose the right time to hit the detonator. I figured the sooner the better, but that wasn’t my call. We had to give the driver time to haul ass out of there and make sure everything was in place.
Creed checked his watch, then ordered, “Give it a minute.”
I was already bracing for what came next, because if that crate of 151 didn’t do what it was supposed to, we’d have a real problem on our hands. After what seemed like an eternity, Creed gave the nod, and Memphis flashed his headlights three times, letting the others know things were about to go down.
Preacher, Memphis, Shep, Creed, and I were in charge of the clubhouse, and we were all sitting on go when Shep hit the detonator, triggering the small IED hidden at the bottom of the crate. It was just a small explosive, barely enough to blow up a car, but when its contents ignited with 151, it was a sight to behold.
A rush of blue light filled the windows before a second blast sent flames and mortar soaring through the entire building. The discharge was so intense that we felt the truck vibrate a hundred yards away. We took that as our cue to rush the clubhouse.
Goose, Ghost, Skid, and the others were posted right outside the warehouse. As soon as the flames hit, they charged for the doors, securing each of them with chains and locks. Once they were secured, they would stand by and take out anyone who tried to break out.
Like the others, Creed and I were covered in black from head to toe, making it difficult to spot us as we approached the clubhouse doors. When I heard shouting and footsteps, I turned to Creed, checking to see if he’d heard it, too. “What’s the move?”
“Let’s take ‘em.”
I nodded, then kicked the door open, firing off several rounds. There were three of them. I couldn’t tell you their size or any distinguishing markers, other than the fact that they now had a bullet in either their head or chest.
Creed took aim as well, and together, we took out those three before they ever made it out the door. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but my instincts warned that it was best to keep them contained.
“Fuck, man.” Skid followed behind us. “When the hell did we talk about going inside the fucking clubhouse?”
“We didn’t,” Creed answered.
That didn’t stop us from continuing inside, searching for the rest of their crew. We’d all been in situations like this before. We knew how it worked. Creed and I would lead, while they covered us from behind. When we passed the bar, Memphis paused and whispered, “Hold up.”
He stepped inside and grabbed a bottle of Everclear, tossing it onto the floor. He took out his lighter and lit it, sending flames rolling through the small bar. Just as the flames started to take hold, more footsteps were heard coming down the hall.
I motioned for the door, and Creed and I stood ready, taking the two guys out before they ever saw us coming.
Creed leaned into me and whispered, “What’s the headcount?”
“Looking at five, but we need to do a sweep to make sure we got everyone.”
He nodded and followed me as I started down the hall. The place was not even half the size of the Fury clubhouse, and it was barely standing. By the time we’d checked the other rooms, the whole place was engulfed in flames. “We need to get the hell out of here.”