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“Yeah, it is.” Pops’ smile that accompanies his words lets me know he’s living in the days of his past.

Once again, I wish he were more with it because he’d fucking love being able to tell his grandson or daughter all the stories, and taking them fishing like he used to do with me and Ban when we were kids.

Pushing those maudlin thoughts to the side, I look at Hawg and ask, “Any update on the dead fuckers?”

“We know where they’re cooking and packaging for distribution, so I think we should set up a plan to take them down while Murder’s here since it impacts his chapter as well. Not sure where they hole up yet, though, brother, because from what I was able to deduce, no one actually lives there.”

A map pops up on the overhead and we all groan when we recognize the area. Granted we’re in the mountains, but where they’re apparently brewing their poison is an area that’s full of old hunting cabins.

“It’s actually kind of perfect,” I murmur looking at the map. “They aren’t accessible to the general public per se, and the owner of those cabins is dead with no living family, so no one would necessarily go up there exploring.”

“They probably stay close enough to keep an eye on things, but hell that shit will kill ya, so unless they’ve lost themselves to the addiction of the drug already, they’re smart not to be there sleeping and breathing in the toxic air,” Phantom retorts. “Fuck, I don’t have a problem with folks doing weed, hell, even the occasional hit of blow if that’s their gig, but I prefer to be in control of my mind and body. Not only that, but it’s fucking poison, y’know?”

Nodding, I retort, “I hear ya, brother. Prefer the way we’re making money, less likelihood of having the ATF hounding our asses or following our every move. Now, let’s put together a plan of action to shut them down for good and see if we can find where they’re hiding. The sooner they’re shut down, the better I’ll feel because with them gunning for us, me having an ol’ lady now puts a huge target on her back and my unborn kid.”

Murder and his men have some good ideas about how we can safely dismantle the meth lab, then drop an anonymous tip into the right ears so it can be disposed of without harming anyonenearby and we decide to head out first thing in the morning to search for the douches.

CHAPTER

SIX

Madame Laveaux

“Ogun, answer the phone,” I murmur, my anxiety ramping up. After waking from a restless night’s sleep, I’ve been checking the cards and what I’m seeing is concerning.

“Grandmé, I can’t talk, we’re on our way to Roanoke,” Ogun remarks when the call finally connects.

“You had a vision,” I state.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ve got Angel and Venom riding with me.”

“Angel will be needed,” I whisper, the remnants of my own vision plus what I saw in the cards replaying in my mind.

“Yes.”

“You’re a good man, Ogun.”

“I am not, but for my family, my brothers, I will do whatever it takes,” he insists.

“Be safe.” With that, I disconnect the call and head into the kitchen to brew myself some tea.

Grim

“Quit your bitching, Grim, if Lucifer says we go, we go,” Rael snarks as we head toward Roanoke.

“Fucker, I know this, but we’ve got plenty of souls to reap here, why are we needed for those four specifically? I’m sure he’s got other Reapers out there somewhere, we can’t be the only ones,” I retort.

“Because they’re family to us, brother,” Shadow quietly states. “He might be a bastard and we’re definitely no saints, but even he can recognize the pureness of Brick’s woman, don’t you think? So, if he wants us to be there to eradicate the last of the threats against her, I’m down for it. Besides, I heard it was snowing so after we slay, we can sleigh.”

“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” I grumble as the inside of the truck reverberates in laughter. “I don’t mind going, I do mind him ordering us as if we don’t have our own shit to do plus the fact it’s fucking winter means we aren’t on our bikes, but in a fucking cage.”

“Like I said, we can sleigh after we slay,” Shadow maniacally teases.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

Rayleigh

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