“What understanding?” Thiago asks.
“His baby sister has a belly full of my kid and my ring on her finger.”
Kingston grins. “My man.” He daps Rome up bringing him in for a hug.
Thiago tosses his head back and laughs while Axel shakes his head at his brother. That’s one way to find mutual ground with an enemy.
“Congratulations,” I say to Rome genuinely happy for him.
“Thanks,” he says, dipping his chin before getting back to business. “Meech said that the head of the Death Riders out your way called him up, telling him about a deal he got on guns. Told him there’s a guy out your way unloading crates of guns.
“Meech knows my connection with the gun world, so he asked me about it. I told him to hold off. Figured I’d talk to you and see if we could tag along for that deal.”
Fuck yeah, this is the type of break I needed.
“Tell your guy to set it up. Tell him to request to buy from the source for verification.”
Rome nods, pulling out his phone. He steps away and makes the call.
“What do you need from us?” Kingston asks.
“Keep your ear to the streets. If this seller has already reached out to Rome’s guy, then I know others will be getting calls too. I want all my shit back.”
“I have a cousin out in New Mexico that runs for me,” Thiago says. “I’ll have him ask around too. He sometimes gets information faster than I do.”
I nod my head. Just then, Ghost turns to me. The look on his face tells me something is wrong.
“Anybody expecting company?” he asks, looking at the others.
“No,” Kingston and Thiago say at the same time.
“Nah,” Axel answers for his brother.
“Then we got boogies heading our way.” Ghost takes his gun out and steps in front of me. “Saint, get back.”
Like clockwork, everyone else pulls their weapons. It was perfect timing because a hailstorm of bullets rain down on us. We all take cover. My guys, who are scattered around the area, fire back, holding some of the gunfire off. Ghost escorts me to the SUV.
I watch Thiago and the others load up and start to pull off. They salute me as I hop into my ride. We peel away from the meeting spot, kicking up dust. My trunk is loaded with 3.8 million in cash.
Suddenly, bullets pelt the back of the SUV. A black motorcycle is speeding behind us, firing off rounds into my truck. Roc tries to outrun the bike, but let’s face it, a Tahoe is good for many things, but speed isn’t one. Ghost leans out the side of the truck to fire off a round. The bike falls back, getting behind us again.
“Fuck, I can’t get him from here,” Ghost shouts. I turn around with my gun drawn, ready to light his ass up, and rounds go off again.
“Stay down, Saint,” Roc shouts. He tries to slam on the brakes to jam the biker up, but the muthafucker is quick. He speeds off around us. Holding his gun to the side, he fires three shots into my passenger window. It’s clear as fuck this bitch is aiming for me.
“Shit, I’m hit,” Ghost says. I go to sit up again.
“Down,” Roc roars as bullets whiz by my fucking head and out the other back window. Roc tries to ram the bike on the side, but again the bike is quick on the recovery. Just then, the roar of another motorcycle is heard.
“Who the fuck is that?” Ghost shouts as a similar bike to the one shooting at us comes up on the other side. I spot the gun as he pulls it out. Before he can pull the trigger, a black Charger rides by and lights his ass up. The bike flips over on itself, tossing the rider to the ground. The other biker falls back and tries to aim at Kingston in his Charger. However, Rome comes out of nowhere, passing by us and putting two in the biker’s chest. The bike runs off the road and crashes into the dirt.
Thiago’s big ass F-150 pulls up and stops in the middle of the road. The front of his truck is fucked up like he ran into something. Roc pulls over. I quickly jump out of the back seat and make my way over to Ghost’s side. I yank the door open, and my second in command slumps slightly over. His arm is bleeding heavily.
“Talk to me, Ghost.” I apply pressure to his shoulder.
“Hurts like a bitch, but I’m good.”
Axel pulls his bike up behind me and climbs off. “Your men handled the two cars with them. We took care of the other three bikers.”
