“I know,” I murmur.
“Do you?”
I let out a sigh before I nod. “Yes.”
“Good.”
When I turn up the street where one of the bastards lives, Santiago gestures at a house that has two bikes parked in the driveway. “Maybe we’re lucky, and we get two for the price of one.”
I park the SUV behind the motorcycles, and climbing out, I walk to the front door while pulling my gun from behind my back. When I try the doorknob and it opens, I step inside with Santiago right behind me.
“What took you so long to get the beer, asshole?” a man calls out.
I follow the sound, and when I step into a doorway, I see two men sitting on worn recliners. I lift my arm and say, “The beer will have to wait.”
Shock registers on the men’s faces, and while one jumps up, the other darts off his recliner and ducks toward the floor.
“Jesus! Wait! It wasn’t our idea. It’s all on JJ,” the one crawling on the floor spouts off.
“Stop fucking crawling, or I’ll shoot you in the ass,” Santiago mutters. “We’re going for a drive, but I think we should wait to see who comes back with the beers. I could use one. Let’s move the SUVs.”
The guards come in to restrain the men, and while they’re busy, Santiago and I go to park the SUVs in front of other houses, so the third guy doesn’t make a run for it when he sees them parked in front of the house.
We head back inside, and while we wait, I look at the men the guards have restrained with cable ties. “What are your names?”
“Derek,” the one who was crawling says.
I look at he taller one, and he mutters, “Kirk.”
“Is Wayne coming with the beer?” I ask.
Derek nods. “It was all his and JJ’s idea to lure you out here so the MC could take you out. That way, JJ could come back to the MC after paying his dues.”
“Yeah,” Kirk agrees. “We just did as we were told. You know how the MC works. But after you took them all out, it’s all good, man. We don’t want any trouble.”
John fucking stabbed me in the back. That’s why he kept asking if I needed backup. He wanted to be close by.
“What dues?” I ask.
“JJ stole money from the club to go gamble, and the pres kicked him out. Giving the MC the factory would’ve paid off his debt. He said you always worked alone, and it would be easy to take you down.”
I let out a dark chuckle, my fingers flexing around the handle of my gun.
We hear the rumbling of a motorcycle, and Santiago goes to stand beside the front door while I remain where I am.
A couple of minutes later, the door opens, and as Wayne steps inside, Santiago presses the barrel of his gun to his head.
“Surprise, motherfucker,” he says in a sing-song tone. “Give me the beer.”
Wayne’s eyes land on me, and I watch as the blood drains from his face.
I gesture with my gun to the floor. “On your knees and hands behind your back.”
One of the guards comes to restrain the bastard, who lets out a heavy sigh, then curses, “Fuck!”
“Oh, you’re going to be doing a lot of that soon enough,” I say, my voice brimming with darkness.
“Go get the SUVs,” Santiago orders the guards while he cracks open a can of beer. He takes a sip, then pulls a disgruntled face. “Taste like ass.”
