They didn’t sound worried, at least not any more than we all were about the current situation.
I opened the door, and the voices immediately stopped. I made my way out and saw every biker in the room, except for Butch, grimace.
“Really swelled up on you, huh?” Spawn said.
“I can still fucking do what I need to do,” I growled. “How’d I get here?”
“We found you knocked out on the floor,” Spawn said. “Took you back here.”
“Good news is, we killed everyone in that building,” Butch said.
“Including someone in the room you found me?”
An awkward silence ensued.
“So no, we didn’t kill everyone in that building.”
“But we got something we wanted,” Lane said, standing up.
Meeting with King?
“We got an envelope about ten minutes ago,” he said. “It’s addressed to you.”
Lane handed me a piece of paper. Presumably, someone lower ranking had opened the letter to make sure someone hadn’t committed something nefarious. But as far as I could tell, it was a clean copy.
“Sonny,
You have clearly expressed your willingness to fight as evidenced by you killing everyone at my warehouse. Come see me at 116 Rhodes Avenue in Apartment 4C tomorrow at nine p.m. I am willing to discuss our departure from Phoenix.
-King”
I pursed my lips.
“This is a trap,” I said.
“So what do you want to do?”
The only thing I could do.
“I’m going to go,” I said, “and turn the trap on him. I’m going to kill King.”
