“I’m in the driveway.”
“Be right there,” I said.
The phone double beeped and I tucked it into my back pocket.
Punc had his head bent to his phone and fired off a text. “All right. As soon as you walk out the door, Razor’s moving his truck to block him in. I’m coming out with you.”
I grabbed the money, and led the way to the front door.
Frank stood next to his BMW. He wore dark sunglasses and glanced at Razor’s truck when the engine turned over. The moment he caught sight of me and Punc, he yanked his aviators off.
“Bringing your boyfriend into this was a bad idea, Savannah,” Frank said.
“I’m her man, not her boyfriend. And forcing her to pay is a huge mistake, Darren.”
Frank twisted at the waist as Razor parked his truck behind the Beamer. He turned back to me with a sneer. “Had a feeling you’d try something after I saw the motorcycle in the drive lastmonth. My threats aren’t idle, Savannah. Your sister’s going to suffer for this.”
Part of me wanted to gloat that Catalina wasn’t even here, but I restrained myself.
My body jolted when I heard what sounded like glass shattering, and it sounded like it came from the back of the house. Reflexively, I looked over my shoulder.
“Surprised she’s not screaming by now,” Frank muttered.
“Any of your other men with you?” Razor asked coming up behind Frank.
Frank’s expression became proud as he looked at Razor. “Beauford’s crazy enough, I don’t need anyone but him.”
Razor shook his head. “I shouldn’t have asked. You’re probably lying.”
Frank sighed. “Whatever you two are planning, it’s going to backfire. One of my men is expecting my call, and when I don’t get in touch, this is all over.”
“We’re willing to risk it,” Punc said.
I noticed movement from the corner of my eye. Tundra and Blood trudged through the front yard. They were frog marching a brawny man, who I assumed was Beauford, toward Razor’s truck. As the man struggled in their hold, I saw he had a split lip and a swollen eye.
Alarm flickered in Frank’s eyes.
Punc stepped in front of Frank. “You got two choices. Get in the truck willingly, or I put you in it.”
Beauford dug his heels in when Blood and Tundra got him to the passenger side of the truck. Cal came up behind Beauford and helped them get the burly guy into the truck.
Frank shook his head. “There’s a third option. Pete should have heard from me by now.”
Razor fiddled with his phone, then held it out in front of Frank. “That’s a pic from another Riot MC brother. He took itten minutes ago. It’s right outside your base of operations. Pete’s a little tied up with the cops.”
The side-eye Frank shot at Razor fell flat.
“Get in the truck,” Punc ordered.
Frank hesitated. Razor took that opportunity to pull Frank’s cell phone from his belt holster. He shoved it into his back pocket and glanced meaningfully at his truck.
Punc lost his patience and threw a punch at Frank’s face. I glanced over at the Hader house. There was no sign of anyone over there, but that could be deceiving.
My guess was that it was close to a quarter to six, and the summer sun was still bright. Our neighborhood was quiet, but a car could drive by at any moment.
Frank lunged at Punc, only for Razor to throw an arm out and pull Frank into a headlock. He struggled but instantly stopped when Razor put the muzzle of a gun to Frank’s temple.
“Time to go, Frankie,” Razor said. He locked eyes with Punc. “Check his car. If the keys aren’t in the ignition, get ‘em out of his pocket.”
