Page 38 of Condemned Soul

“Ready for the action. And no sign of Consuela yet,” Squeal informs me.

“She must have been held up, we’re gonna have to go with plan B,” I inform ‘em.

“Plan B? No one told me ‘bout a plan fuckin’ B.” He sounds confused.

“That’s because there wasn’t one. You and Screw block the entrance with the cage you're in. Do not let Lambroni past ya,” I explain, watching his driver start to reverse and make his way back toward the entrance.

“And what about Rex and Cliff?”

“I got that covered.” I place my cell back into my cut when I see the cage’s reverse lights come on then, keeping my headlights turned off, I start my engine, revving the shit outta the gas pedal and screeching forward. I brace myself for impact as I travel at top speed right into the back of the cage, forcing it into the storage unit in front of it and crushing the back doors with my hood. Pain wracks through my body, but I haven’t got time to worry about broken bones and bruises. I fight with the inflated airbag and manage to smash open the door, then taking out my gun and my cell phone I head straight to the cage's driver door. Tearing it open I press my barrel into Rex’s temple.

“Motherfuckers.” He remains static and smiling as I search the cab for Cliff, then stretching over him I look through to the back in case he’s hidden in there.

“Where’s Cliff?” I press the gun deeper into his skull, and as Rex starts to laugh I hear the sound of sirens getting louder.

“Cliff’s gone.” He looks up at me. “You think he didn’t know that Jimmer wanted him dead? He knew you were coming.”

“Where the fuck is he, Rex?” I punch him in his face to show that I ain’t playing games. The darkness surrounding us starts to fill with blue flashing lights and the smile on the smug bastard's face quickly drops.

“You called the cops?” He stares at me in confusion. “You called the fuckin’ cops?” he yells.

“You betrayed your club,” I remind him, dragging him out from behind the wheel and slamming his front first into the side of the cage.

“Thank you,” a female voice comes from behind me and when I glance over my shoulder I see the woman, who I’m assuming is Agent Consuela, standing with another officer. She nods her head for him to step in and take over from me.

“You manage to get Lambroni?” I check, searching around the shipping yard for any signs of Screwy and Squealer.

“With a little help.” She gestures her head behind me and I see both the Temper Twins marching across the asphalt, each detaining a man in cuffs. I’m pleased to see that one of them is a very pissed-off-looking Lambroni.

“My brothers will see that you pay for this. Our men will find you and you’ll be fucked over and over like a dog before you die!” He calls out his threat to Consuela, and Squealer shuts him up with a set of knuckles.

“Now, that ain’t no way to speak to a lady,” he reminds him as Lambroni watches the cop, who’s cuffed Rex, load him into the back of a police van. I step up to Mr. Lambroni and stare him over.

“Your brothers ain’t gonna do jack shit.” I take out my cell and call Skid, who I know will be with Jessie.

“How’s things goin’?” Jessie answers, and I can tell from the sound of his voice that he’s got what he wants.

“No Cliff, but we got Rex, Lambroni, and some dumb-assed driver.”

“Well, we got ourselves a Lambroni too, he’s tied to his desk chair, and we’ve found some very interestin’ things in the family office.”

“Is it what we suspected?”

“Hell, yeah.” I watch Phillip’s face drop when Jessie answers me. “These boys better wear a jumpsuit as good as they wear a three-piece,” Jessie tells me.

“We’ll see ya back at the clubhouse.” I hang up and focus on Lambroni when another cop car pulls up beside us.

“When you get into that interview room, you better keep the Souls’ name outta your mouth. Or your time in prison will be very uncomfortable.”

Phillip shakes his head. “It’s not mine. It’s not ours, none of us are?—”

“We’ll take care of that evidence for you. Call it insurance. No Soul was involved with this enterprise, or those pictures of ya that Jessie has won’t just be turned over to the law. We’ll make ‘em fuckin’ public. You know what they do to your kind in jail.” I spit in his face because knowing what I know repulses me.

“Looks like ya ride’s here.” Squealer shoves him forward when another patroller shows up and an officer gets out the driver's seat. “He’s your problem now.” Squeal hands him over, before checking out the damage I did to the hired Sedan.

“You know that was a rental, right?” Squeal points out. “Prez’s gonna be pissed.”

“Where’s Cliff?” Consuela interrupts us, looking worried.

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