“I’ve asked the three of you to be here because you all know explosives. With Skinner and Vulture both dead, I’m not taking a chance that one of those motherfuckers will get a hair to take over. I want them wiped out.”
Fuck yeah!
Quiet!
“Banshee and Jingles have both been to the clubhouse. There is a large barn and several trailers spread out around it.” Nav put an aerial shot of the Death Dogs’ compound on the screen at the front of the room. “Blow up every fucking building.”
Now this is a King I can get behind!
I shook my head in frustration.
“Stocks, you got a problem with the assignment?”
“No, Prez. What about any women who might be there?” I asked.
“When I was there yesterday,” Jingles began, “there were only a handful. They were all half-dead already. I think a couple of them might actually have been dead. I didn’t stop to check.”
“You want us to blow shit up with the club whores inside?” Payne asked.
King stared him down. “You have a problem with it; you can sit this out.”
Payne held his hands up. “Nope, just clarifying.”
“Get it done!” King slammed the gavel on the table and walked out. No doubt going back upstairs to Grace. I stood up, not waiting for the others. I had supplies to grab.
Do you know what I need?
How fucking long have we been doing this shit? Yes, I know what you need. You stay put until we get there, then it’s all you.
Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker!
Payne and Eros followed me downstairs to the armory. I typed in the code, and when we walked into the set of rooms, Payne whistled.
“Fuck me. I’ve died and gone to Heaven.”
I grunted a nonresponse and got to work grabbing what I needed. Eros worked silently beside me, but Payne wouldn’t shut up.
I like this guy. We’re gonna have a fucking blast! Get it? Blast? ’Cause we’re blowing shit up!
Yeah, I fucking get it. Shut the hell up and let me work.
It didn’t take long before we all had everything we needed loaded up into the SUV. Nav sent me a pin for the location, and the three of us...
Ahem!
Sorry, four of us were on our way to Hillsdale, Wyoming, to take out what was left of the Death Dogs. I was ready to hand over the reins and take a nap, but something was holding me back.
No, nope, nuh-uh! This is my fucking job.
Something doesn’t feel right.
What are you talking about? We’re gonna blow shit up and make everything right. Just sit back and let me do my thing.
I closed my eyes and laid my head back. I couldn’t stop the feeling that something was very fucking wrong. But Bonds was right. This was his job. I needed to trust him. Even if he wasn’t always paying attention.
Asshole!
Fucking finally! I sat forward from the back seat of the SUV. It was my club’s vehicle, ordered by my president, but I hated driving. So I let the old man do it.
