Page 103 of Fighting a Riot

Turk took a deep breath and lifted his chin. “Better idea is to have someone like Patch or Major do it. For all we know he’s got a prospect or two working with him.”

He ran his hand through his hair again. “Fuck. You’re right.”

“It’s why Volt insisted you get your shit tight.”

Volt tucked his cell into his back pocket. “Rage and Roll are at Lisa’s shop. They’re closest to the Devil Lancers and are heading out in Rage’s Explorer.”

“They’ll see them,” Yak muttered.

Volt shook his head. “They know better, Yak. Besides, the cops will get there before them, most likely.”

Yak clenched his fists. “Cops? Would you let the fuckin’ cops handle this shit if it were Jackie?”

“We know she means something to you, man. Rage and Roll are there to make sure a trafficker isn’t taking her.”

Yak widened his eyes. “Christ! She could end up in the crossfire. It’s a damned miracle she wasn’t shot when Crop broke into her house and the asshole wouldn’t drop his weapon. Hell, my guess it was Prime with him who ran off.”

Volt nodded once. “You’re probably right about that. Doesn’t change the fact I don’t want you in an orange jumpsuit because multiple people witness you killing Prime in what will look like cold blood.”

Yak shook his head. “Fine. Can we get moving now? I need to get the woman I love away from those motherfucking assholes.”

Cal moved directly in front of Yak. “Don’t say a fuckin’ word, brother.”

His eyes blazed at Cal. “We tipped our whole fuckin’ hand and the cops didn’t do shit for us!”

“Not true,” Roll said from behind Yak.

They were gathered in a strip mall parking lot not far from the Devil Lancer compound, but Yak hadn’t seen or heard Roll arrive. Once Roll stood next to him, Yak asked, “Where did you come from?”

“I walked here from where Rage and I were watching the Devil Lancers. The cops may not have come out with your girl yet, but not ten minutes before the raid some traffickers had words with Ghost outside. Then they hauled ass in the nick of time before the cops showed up. They didn’t take anyone with them.”

Cal shook his head. “How do you even know they’re traffickers?”

Roll cocked his head to the side. “Who else drives BMW sedans to that shitty compound?”

Relief started to build within him, but Yak tamped it down. “Nothing says those assholes won’t come back once the sun sets in about an hour.”

Four police vehicles flew down the street, lights swirling but no sirens. All four turned down a side street. If Yak wasn’t mistaken, it was the lane that led to the Lancer compound.

“We need to follow them,” he bit out.

Roll shook his head. “No. Come with me, but keep your shit tight. Tighter than you had it for Volt.”

He clenched his jaw and glared at the big man. “I got my shit tight, Roll. Put Trixie in this sitch and I’ll tell you to get your shit tight.”

A devious gleam hit Roll’s brown eyes. “I know it ain’t easy, Yak. But, you aren’t gonna lose her.” He paused and the gleam faded. “And I know you don’t believe that right now, but you should. Let’s go, brother.”

He tromped through the wooded area surrounding the Devil Lancer compound wishing he’d worn long sleeves, even if it was over ninety degrees outside. Every fuckin’ tree seemed to have low hanging branches that snagged at his arms. Both men stopped at the sound of a vehicle racing down the narrow dirt road.

An plain black SUV barreled back toward the main drag.

“Fuck!” Yak hissed.

“Calm your shit, Yak,” Roll said.

“How do we know that wasn’t a fuckin’ trafficker?”

Rage stepped out from behind a tree. “Because that was an unmarked cop car and you fuckin’ know it. They got two people loaded in there, and from what I can tell it’s two women.”

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