Page 54 of Out for Blood

It was still a theory but if anything, I was good at figuring out the truth, and then I could get them together. The inner matchmaker was jumping for victory already.

ACE

“What’s the source?” Hawk asked me as I checked my gun was loaded and primed before I got off my bike.

“Killian’s buddy staked them out. He owns this building, has an operation here. If we take this place down, it’ll draw him out.”

“And if he attacks the clubhouse again?”

“We rebuild, Hawk. Would you prefer Sheridan and the girls be constantly under threat?”

I was getting annoyed with his constant reasoning. There had been a time when he would have walked through those doors without doubting me.

“Of course not, but he’s not going to be here. I want to go up to him and beat the ever loving crap out of him, punish him.”

“I do too, but we need to draw him out. Killian said he may not even be in Kilkenny right now. He lost his job as police chief. Brogan told us that they couldn’t sweep the corruption under the rug anymore, they needed a fall guy. He’s unemployed, and only has this to work out for him.”

“He’s losing everything,” Bear piped up. “That doesn’t bode well. He’s going to try and do everything in his power to destroy this town. He’ll get desperate.”

“Conor and Lorcan have the girls on lockdown at their place. Killian is on his way to the clubhouse to protect them there. We have one shot. Let’s make it count,” I told them. Bear nodded.

“I’m ready to take this fucker out.”

Hawk nodded. “More than ready.”

We caught up with the rest of the boys and marched toward the warehouse. The lights were on in the warehouse, and I could hear machines whirring behind the doors. Hawk, Bear and I stood at the front. Viper, Savage, Razor and Chains were scattering around to the other exits. I wasn’t going to leave this place until I’d burned this fucking place down. We each breached our doors at the same time. Screams and yelling exploded everywhere. I took in the scene in front of me. It was a counterfeit running operation, a storage container at the back of the warehouse, the side of it opened to show crates of guns just sitting there.

This fucker had been taking our business off us. No wonder our funds were down.

“Spread the fuck out,” I called out to Bear and Hawk, taking the first guy coming at me with a punch to the face. My knuckles ached instantly from the impact, but I was so hopped up on adrenaline that it was barely a tingle. I ran through the warehouse, hunting down the workers and finding every fucking thing I could that would fuck him the most.

I was going to draw this fucker out and kill him quickly, not that he deserved it. He deserved to suffer just like he’d tried to do to his children, to my Sheridan.

I shot at the machines, causing them to hiss and spit sparks when the power was cut. The smell of smoke was strong from machines burning up as I ran through the warehouse and sought out anyone I could use for more information. Chains and Razor had someone on his knees in the office. He was sobbing and pleading for his life as I got there.

“This fucker was shredding shit.”

I looked over at the shredder which was halfway through shredding a document before one of the boys had yanked the power cord out of the wall. I went over to it, grabbing the papersticking out of it and ripping it out. I looked over the paperwork, seeing that it was a real estate deal.

Nothing out of the normal there, so it was surprising that he would choose to shred that paper when we burst in.

Then I looked lower, just before the paper had been cut off, I recognised the address and the name on the paper.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” Chains asked me. I handed him in the paper, looking down at the mess of a man that Razor held onto.

“Where is he?” I asked him. He shook his head in fear. He knew it was death either way.

“This can’t be real,” Chains said, holding the paper out.

“Why would he shred it when we burst in?” I shot back. “Pocket it and take the papers on the desk. Whatever they are. Take them back to the clubhouse. This goes deeper than I could have imagined.”

Chains nodded and grabbed the papers. Razor joined him as I stood over the weakened mess of a man who had been managing things for Neal.

“Please, don’t,” he begged me. I felt nothing for the man now pissing his own pants. I looked down at his wet pants in disgust.

“You picked the wrong side,” I said, stepping back and shooting him between the eyes. He fell backward with a thud. Razor and Chains were making their way back to their bikes with the paperwork. Savage and Viper, along with Kendrick and Kirby, were running around the perimeter, dousing the area in petrol. I grabbed Hawk on my way through. He was taking care of the last person I saw in the warehouse.

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