I grab my Glock from my room with the switchblade that my Dad gave me. I walk into the main clubhouse over to the bar to get a beer.
“Brother, get some pizza,” Fiend says, taking a bite of his slice. “Prospect, get us some beer.”
“Fuckintastic! I’m starving,” I yell, grabbing a slice.
I eat the slice in three bites, enjoying the taste. I grab the beer and take a pull.
Fiend pulls out his box of cigarettes, and I grab one. I light up and take a drag, looking at the club whores.
The Brothers are fucking two at the pool table and against the wall. Some whores are talking in the corner, and I don’t like it.
“Don’t like those bitches! They’re up to something,” I growl, watching them talk in the corner.
“Fuck! They’re up to something,” Fiend huffs, taking a bite of pizza.
“I’m going to have to see if the Brothers hear anything,” I say, taking a pull of beer.
“Hell, I’m going to talk to Demon,” Fiend says, leaning against the bar.
“Fuckers, why didn’t you call me,” Shade says, walking up to us.
“I did, but you don’t fucking check your text,” Fiend says, shrugging.
“Fuck! I’m always helping IT on the dark web,” Shades says, grabbing a slice.
“Yeah, any information on the fuckers,” I ask, taking a pull of beer.
“The warehouse location doesn’t have any street cameras,” Shade says.
“We have to go in slow,” Fiend says.
I pull out my cell phone to look at Mama Bear’s text.
Mama Bear ~ Killer, be careful.
Yeah, Mama Bear is my Mom, but she’s also like a Mom to the Brothers.
Killer ~ Will do.
I pull out a cigarette, light it, and take a drag. Every time we’re dealing with the fucking Cartel, I think of Karla. It eats at me that I didn’t try to help her.
What if it got worse?
Fuck!
“Let’s go,” Diablo says, walking across the clubhouse.
The Brothers and I walk out of the clubhouse, and the clouds cover the moon. The night is dark and perfect for the run. We get into the cage.
Reaper drives down the back roads and stops a couple of blocks away from the warehouse. We split up and surrounded the warehouse. Fiend and I walk to the back of the warehouse. We pick the lock on the back door and enter the building. We walk down a hall, stopping at the open doors. Empty rooms, then we stop behind some crates.
A group of four Soldiers are sitting at a plastic table, drinking beer and playing cards. At the other side of the warehouse is a row of several twin-size beds. I could see four other Soldiers who appeared to be sleeping.
The Brothers open the warehouse's front door; they run in shooting. Hell breaks loose. The soldiers flip the table, and two others take cover behind some other crates. The gunshots rain all over, and I feel the impact and burn of a bullet on my left thigh. It fucking hurts, but I aim and shoot the son of bitch in the fucking head.. The bastard drops.
After a few minutes, the rest of the Soldiers are dead. We finally kill the fuckers.
I tear off my belt, wrapping it around my thigh to stop the bleeding.
