Once they’re down, we make our way up to the second floor and run into another two Hogs. Our aim is on point and after a quick look in each room, we make our way up to the third floor.
Footsteps run up behind us and we swing round to find Darius, Jermaine and Tariq with their guns out.
“We’re at a disadvantage going up,” Tariq points out.
“Don’t die, then,” I grunt.
Warren and I nod at one another, and we rush the stairs and open fire as soon as our boots hit the top floor.
Between the five of of us, we make fast work clearing the floor. Warren and I check the last room and find two Hogs, who are going to wish they were shot on sight. Tariq and Jermaine rush in and point their guns at them, I put myself in front of them.
“No, no. These two have some talking to do before you decorate their heads with lead.”
They lower the guns and step back. I kneel before them and smile.
“Don’t look so good now, does it?” I grin. “But I can make it quick if you tell us where the rest of you little cretins are.” The one to my right spits, it landing an inch from me. “That’s disgusting and you’re lucky it didn’t hit me.”
Standing, I look to Warren then around at the dead bodies. “We should take them to the warehouse behind the club. We don’t want to be here if the cops show.”
The Dog’s Blood crew haul them out to the cars and shove them into their trunks and within twenty minutes, they are being dragged into the warehouse that will one day soon belong to the club.
Forcing them onto their knees, I stand before one and Warren stands before the other.
“Tell us where you fuckers are hiding out,” I begin.
“Fuck you!” one snaps.
“Fuck me? Fuck you.”
As soon as I land the first punch, Warren follows suit and together we kick the shit out of the pair. Mine slumps to the ground, I lean over him and rip his cut off of him. Taking out my knife, I slice at it like it’s a Shish kebab.
For over an hour they take a beating so hard, even Warren and I are running out of steam. To give my fists a break, I reach for my knife when the asshole says, “An abandoned building, the one painted red, on Cross Street!”
Fucking finally.
I wipe the blood from my hands on my jeans and dig out my phone, and call Luca.
“Got an address.”
“About fuckin’ time.”
“What do you want us to do with these two?”
“Shoot them and get rid of the bodies. Get back here, bring Darius and his crew.”
I hang up and put my phone away. “Luca wants us over at the club. Can you get a couple of your boys to dispose of the bodies?”
Without hesitation, I take out my gun and put a bullet into each of their heads.
“I was about to ask what bodies, but you’ve cleared that up nicely.”
Over at the club, Luca is waiting for us with the rest of the brothers. Four tables are covered in guns, and I head straight for the automatic rifle.
“It’s not a toy, brother,” Angel grunts.
“Well aware,” I retort.
Luca calls for everyone’s attention and the bar falls quiet.
