“I’ve got into the security system,” Blaze’s voice comes back.
He goes on to explain what he is doing. I’m not even going to pretend to know what he means, but I have the gist. The alarm system deactivated when Morris opened the door and came outside. Whatever Blaze has done has overridden the rest of the system so that all the doors and windows are knocked off the security alerts instead of just the back door that Morris opened.
We can sneak in without alerting Morris or their security company because he will have no idea it hasn’t been rearmed after going back inside.
It takes the dumbass ages to finish because he takes out his phone and sits there doomscrolling. These kids and their fucking phones, he’s supposed to be hiding out. Anyone with any tech knowhow could find him.
It’s another twenty minutes of watching before he finishes and goes inside, then half an hour before all the lights finally go out. To be sure, Blaze tells us to wait a little longer for him to fall asleep. My ass is numb by the time we move. Everyone has their own part of the plan, Ronin and I are the ones who are going to grab him.
Ratchet will go inside and pack up some stuff, his phone and wallet, while Blaze gets into his bank accounts and transfers all the money out to an account no one will be able to trace.
Everything to make it look like he ran.
Ronin picks up the black duffle bag and we head down the hill. There are security cameras, but Blaze has disabled them. When we get into the back of the property, we pause and Blaze kills all the lights on the block. Ronin opens the door carefully and we step inside the house.
Any lights that were on before the blackout, come back on. People will report a power outage which will explain why the cameras went off if anyone decides to look into it. For the first few hours or a day or so, his parents will think something has happened to him and the police will be looking.
This whole operation has been planned down to the last detail, we’ve memorized the layout of the house and move silently up the stairs to the bedroom Morris has been sleeping in.
The TV is on and as carefully as I can, I push the door open an inch to see inside. He’s laying on his back with one arm over his head and the other hand on his dick. Fortunately, he’s asleep. I get it, sometimes the comfort of holding your junk makes you drift off easier.
The thought he jacked off crosses my mind and I hope he had some tissue to deal with thefall outof that. Indicating to Ronin that it’s safe, he bends down and opens the bag, taking out the needle.
He manages to inject the sedative easily enough, but Morris wakes from the pinch of the needle. His eyes widen in fear when he sees us and just for fun, and for Taylor, I punch the fucker in the face. The point is not to leave any trace of him being taken but I have a solid right hook and with the quick acting sedative and the punch combination, he’s out cold in seconds.
Ronin is busy unwrapping the body bag and we get him inside and zip it up. I radio Ratchet via the cool comms equipment, he comes in and looks at the body bag as we heft it up between us.
Morris is not a small guy. It always amuses me how these buff gym guys like to flex and pose in mirrors and take a million selfies, but when it comes down to it, they fall like a fucking felled oak tree.
When we reach the top of the stairs, I look at Ronin and he looks at me and without a word, we toss the fucker down the stairs. He doesn’t make a peep, and hell it made our life easier.
Fury is waiting in the garage which he was breaking into while we were getting the fucker. We throw him in the back of Morris’ own car and watch Fury drive away.
He’s wearing a baseball cap to fool any cameras, but Blaze has mapped it all out and will make sure the driver is obscured in any images.
We meet Ratchet at the bottom of the stairs and sneak out the back. All in all, it took ten minutes max before we’ve made our exit back up the hill and a block over from the house.
Blaze is waiting for us in the van. We jump in and drive off to the meeting point.
“Nero is here,” Blaze says.
That’s a surprise but at the same time, not so much. I did think it was crazy he was going to leave us to this. With the whole Storm mess being on the back-burner while we track down the fucker, it’s left him open to handle this.
It would surprise me even more if Nero went soft just cos he has a woman. Not many of the men with old lady’s do, they become more secretive if anything.
Nero is waiting at a house in a less affluent neighborhood, and Fury has already carried the body bag in. We watch him tie the kid to a chair with zip ties at his ankles and his wrists behind his back. The others stayed in the van, so it’s just the three of us now.
Nero nods at me, silently telling me we did a good job, then he takes out a rope and ties it around the kid’s neck.
Once everything is set up, we wait for the drug to wear off. No one speaks, Nero sends a few texts, Fury stands over Morris with his arms folded.
Stuff like this bothered me initially when I joined the MC. It’s a rite of passage, a tie in to the club every member had to take part in to prove their loyalty.
Since Nero took over, he’s stopped all that hazing shit. Any necessary killing is usually done by the officers, away from the clubhouse.Sometimes he handpicks others to be a part of it but its rare, hence why Ronin and Ratchet are left outside for this part.
The kid hasn’t got a clue where he is initially, all fucked up and disorientated. When he sees the three angry looking bikers standing over him he starts to struggle.
“What the fuck? Who are you, where am I?” he turns his head as far as he can, then dips his chin when he realizes there is a rope around his neck. “What is this? My parents have money, they’ll pay you.”
