Page 138 of Break Out

I crossed the room and looked at the map he had on display. It had been years since I last rode down Taylor Street, but I recalled a line of shotgun houses were there.

I nodded at Torque. “Seems Farah told Greco the truth.”

“We riding out at dark?” Torque asked.

I snapped my gaze to him. “He isn’t feeding her, Tor. We have to get her out of there.”

“How do you plan to do that in broad daylight?” Rafferty asked.

Torque jerked his head toward my room. “Let’s discuss this with Tie, Nelson, and with Greco on the phone.”

I shook my head. “I know what you’re trying to do, Tor, but Rafferty isn’t going to turn on us. Not with Jade in the crossfire.”

Torque sighed. “You’re taking a lot of risks here, brother.”

My brows shot up in question. “If it were your old lady Shelly, wouldn’t you do the same?”

“Maybe… probably.”

“That’s cold,” Rafferty muttered.

Torque’s gaze snapped to Rafferty. “It’s not your business.”

My phone rang with a ring tone for Jeremiah. “Whatever you want, Jeremiah, I don’t have time.”

I could hear the smarmy smile in his tone. “Has to do with Corrupt Chrome MC.”

“What do you have?” I asked in a neutral tone.

“Corrupt Chrome’s supplier is after the cartel you use.”

That had to be the biggest problem with drugs. We relied on a supplier and they set the base prices.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Their cartel is the reason Corrupt Chrome is pushing the Lancers out of the market.”

“We aren’t out of the market.”

He chuckled. “Not yet. That info I gave you last week changed. Knuckles has to meet with his supplier at ten tonight down by the river. I hear this cartel guy’s gone rogue. Take him out, and Corrupt Chrome doesn’t have supply to sell any more.”

Traces of a plan formed in my mind.

“Thanks, Jeremiah.”

“Thanks? I wouldn’t thank me. Manuel – he’s the cartel contact – he carves up people who double-cross him. You’ll be lucky if you don’t end up floating in the Savannah River if you’re planning to take on these assholes.”

I smiled. “Right now, that’s a risk I have to take.”

Nelson wandered behind the bar, folded his arms, and leaned his weight onto his arms resting on the bar.

Torque raised his brows as I tucked my phone in my back pocket. “What did he want?”

“Says the supplier for Corrupt Chrome has gone rogue. Knuckles is supposed to be a meet him tonight by the river.” I jerked my head toward the iPad. “Taylor Street isn’t too far from the river.”

“We need to wait until night,” Torque said.

“No. I’ve got to get her out of there. Then Knuckles is a fucking dead man. I don’t care about the risk.”

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