Darius scans the back yard and points out an average sized, average looking guy. It doesn’t look like he has a violent bone in his body.
“And what would he do if I were to ask his cousin out?”
Jermaine slowly rolls his eyes to mine and smirks. “You’re thinking he doesn’t look like much of a threat, but I assure you, he’ll have a knife to your throat faster than you’d see him coming.”
“Sounds like foreplay.”
“You’re a little fucked up, ain’t ya?”
I shrug and try finding the silver beauty again. She’s sat with her cousin now and laughs at something someone else says.
The cousin is a new challenge and one I accept if it means getting closer to Ruby.
Darius’s phone rings and while he’s on the phone, Warren leans over, and says, “We should head out. Look around before heading back to the club.”
“Sure.”
Darius’s call ends and he jumps up to his feet.
“My boys have found their base. Just outside the city, Cross and Bones area.”
The Cross and Bones area is a place where everything has died. Businesses, factories, and most of the homeless that have pitched up their tents there over the last twenty years.
Jermaine stands and puts his fingers to his mouth, letting out an ear-piercing whistle. The music is shut off and the crew is on alert.
“We’re out. Tool up. We’re going to Cross and Bones,” he hollers.
Warren and I head out with Darius informing us that they are in an abandoned building that used to be a bread factory back in the day.
The Dog’s Blood Crew pile into their cars and Warren and I jump on our bikes. I text Luca before turning my engine on.
The adrenaline returns and surges through me. We’ve been waiting for this moment and it’s finally here. The Hades fucks have two choices. They can either leave our city before we get our hands on them, or they can try and fight and die for it.
No one is around when we pull up. Between Darius’s crew’s car engines and mine and Warren’s bike engines, they would have heard us coming, but no one comes out.
Darius’s car comes to a stop, but he doesn’t climb out. Warren and I stop either side of the car and I take out my gun.
“It’s too quiet,” I murmur.
“They’re either not here, or they’re waiting and watching us,” Darius says.
He gets on the phone and orders someone in the car behind us to shoot up at the windows.
I climb off my bike and walk around the car, coming to a stop by Warren. Shots ring out and glass smashes, broken shards falling to the ground. Still nothing.
Darius gets back on the phone. He orders the car behind to drive around the back and hit them up from the rear. I watch their taillights disappear around the corner.
Movement in the third-floor window catches my eye and my heart thrums. We weren’t wrong, they are here.
Leaning in the passenger side window, I tell Jermaine and Darius, “Shoot at them until Warren and I are inside.”
“You don’t want us to go in with you?” Jermaine asks.
“What you do after we’re in is up to you.”
Warren climbs off his bike as I straighten and on the count of three, we run for the doors under a shower of bullets.
The back of the building is being lit up and two Hog’s are stood either side of a large window. I take one out and Warren takes care of the other.
