Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I don’t know what I expected, maybe some kind of nefarious warehouse or some building full of guns and ammo, knives, and other weapons. But this isn’t that.
The building is three stories tall and for the most part, empty. “This feels like a setup,” I say to Dix before I make my way around the side of the building.
“You think you can get in?” Dix, on my heels, looks around and shakes his head. The building has two metal doors, one in front and one on the side with no visible keyholes. I don’t see any clear way to fucking breach the opening.
I take a step back and look at the structure. The doors are out of the question, but the building is low enough with plenty of other ways to get inside. I start to nod as I spot my way in.
“Yeah,” I assure him and start climbing up the side of the building. Finally, I find an open window that’s easy enough to slip through for a lean fucker like me. I find my way down the stairs and to the front entrance to let my brothers inside, looking around carefully to survey my surroundings as I go.
“Come on,” I say to Shades and Dix with a wave of my hand.
The small building is full of shit the Iron Kings stole from the Reckless Souls. The drugs and guns, the bootleg videos, videos of our working girls, designer handbags, ammo, and plenty of other shit we probably didn’t even know was missing. I let out a low whistle at all the shit they’d piled up.
“This might as well be an auxiliary location for Reckless Souls surplus product,” I grunt and shake my head.
But the thing is, it’s not just our shit populating the building. Oh no. It looks like they stole from every gang in Southern California.
“You see this?” I point to what looks like a brand-new kutte with the Rogue Riders MC logo on the back.
“Fucking parasites,” Shades growls.
Dix looks around with a groan. “How are they so well organized? It looks like they plan to sell some of this shit.”
I nod and look around with an exhausted sigh. “Looks like it’s Nogales’ exit strategy. Sell this shit for a mint and get the hell out of Dodge before we get our hands on him.” I shake my head. “It’s at least a few hundred grand worth of product to sell, never mind whatever else is inside the boxes and safes on the other floors.”
Dix claps me on the back with a wide smile. “Good job, Joaquin. Let me call Ace and see what he says.”
“It’ll feel good to get back at these assholes,” I grunt while Dix confers with Ace on the phone.
“Ace wants us back at the clubhouse for now,” Dix offers with a shrug and a grin. “We’ll come back tonight to take care of business. For now, we eat and drink and be merry, all that shit.” His smile is wide and bright.
I nod and take one last look around, checking the other door in search of another way inside that wouldn’t require me to scamper up the building like a goddamn squirrel. “Doesn’t look like there’s any electronic surveillance of this place,” I note as I open and close the door to see if there are any alarms. “Jack fucking shit.”
“Excellent. I guess that means we can leave it as is,” Shades says, looking around the quiet interior one last time. “Just make sure we can get in later tonight when we come back to destroy this place. We don’t want anyone suspecting anything.”
I nod and shove a piece of canvas inside the lock before opening the door to wave Shades and Dix out. “Until later,” I mumble under my breath and walk over to my bike.
Dix looks at the building one last time. “We need this gone by tonight,” he says, a hint of finality in his voice.
“We’ll do it,” I say confidently, kickstarting my bike. “Don’t worry about it. We got this.”
Shades grins and turns to Dix. “Ready for the fireworks?”
Dix laughs. “Hell yeah!”
Tonight was going to be one for the books.
Chapter Five
Willow
“Another shot of tequila, please.” I’m standing at the bar, eyeing the bottles of tequila that are calling my name. But I don’t want to get fucked up and celebrate. Tonight, I just want to get fucked up because I’m sad and afraid for Maven. Her teary eyes have haunted me all damn day, and I feel useless because there’s not a goddamn thing I can do to help her.
“Here ya go, hon,” says Stella, my favorite bartender.
“Thanks.” I raise my glass and take a sip before making my way over to the empty row of dartboards. Lockdown is still in effect, and one of the things I’ve noticed is that the Reckless Souls aren’t a big fan of darts. But tipsy and in the mood to be alone, I make my way to the wall and yank the darts from the board at the end.