"I don't want them to know anything," I say. "I want them to disappear. And I want Solis to spend the rest of his life wondering what happened to the men he sent to touch my family."
Ruger nods and turns to the room.
"We ride. Tonight. Full patch. No one goes home until this is finished."
The room moves.
Brothers stand, check weapons, and pull on gloves.
Ounce falls in beside me as we head for the door. "The rental property. I've got the address. They won't be expecting us tonight. They think they've got time. They think the message landed and we're running scared."
"They think wrong."
"They think very wrong." His jaw is tight.
Those dark eyes are fully open. No half-closed processing, no leaned-back calm.
This is the other version of Ounce. "Coin. When we get there. You sure about this?"
I pull the coin from my pocket. Hold it in my palm. Feel the weight of three generations—my grandfather's steady hands, my father's silence, and me.
The man in the middle.
The one who holds everything together, who notices everything, who files and remembers and waits.
I'm done waiting.
"I'm sure," I say.
"Then let's go."
I ride out with my brothers.
The night is cold and the mountain roads are dark.
The engines fill the valley with the sound of something coming—something patient and precise and furious, rolling through the West Virginia dark toward men who should have known better than to touch a father's children.
My coin is in my pocket.
My gun is on my hip.
My girls are at home with a woman who took a beating to keep them safe and two brothers who would die before they let anyone through that door again.
And somewhere on the north side of Morgantown, in a rental property near the industrial park, six men are about to find out what happens when you mistake a quiet man for a weak one.
The quiet ones don't shout. We don't threaten. We don't warn.
We just show up, and then it's over.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Coin
The rental property is a two-story house at the end of a dead-end road near the industrial park.
Chain-link fence. Gravel driveway. Two vehicles out front.
The dark sedan I've been tracking for weeks and a black Escalade with tinted windows and Nevada plates.
