Page 374 of The Tempted

“Do not make a move until I give you the word,” he whispered, eyes glued to the Escalade.

“What word would that be?” I asked, wondering when we decided to use code before we started killing fuckers. If Jack started barking like a fucking dog, I was hanging up my cut. Two men flocked to Jimmy’s side, and they started for Sanchez.

“Fuck it, just go,” Jack said, releasing his grip on my cut.

“Thanks,” I muttered, walking out from behind the crate. I eyed Bones across the yard and he nodded, stepping out from behind the container he was hiding behind.

Two shots.

One from my gun.

One from Bones.

Jimmy’s men dropped and as the sick fuck looked at his men, Jack’s fist wrapped around the gold chains on his neck and yanked him back.

See ya, motherfucker!

We kept moving.

Never stopping.

Not until we had Blackie and Reina.

I would be living off of cherry fucking pie when this shit was over.

We rode our bikes to Vic’s club, Temptations, the fucking place where all this shit started, the same place it would all end.

Mike pulled Jimmy from the cage, spitting in the sorry fuck’s face as Bianci unlocked the boarded up club and threw him inside.

“He’s all yours,” Anthony said, holding the door open for Jack.

A duffel bag on each arm, Jack glanced around at all of us before following Jimmy inside of the club.

“See you on the other side,” he said, disappearing into the club as Anthony shut the door.

We waited outside while Jack got his revenge on that son of a bitch and prayed he wouldn’t kill him before he got the location of where Blackie and Reina were. Jack took his time, making Jimmy pay for all his sins, and that bastard had many.

Slow torture.

It was the best kind.

The only kind.

Finally he emerged from the club, wiping the blood from his glove covered hands on Jimmy’s beloved fur coat.

“I got the location. Give it a minute or two. When he screams put the fire out and leave the drugs next to his body. Then call Jones, he and his partner are waiting on word to make the arrest,” he said, making his plan clear. He was setting Jimmy up to take the fall with the Red Dragons.

Smart move.

If only it worked.

“Tell Vic, a deal is a deal and when I give my word, I don’t go against it,” Jack added.

Ah, so “Tony Soprano” would be the one to deliver this fuck his fate.

Props.

“Riggs, gonna need a hand,” he added, splaying the blood covered coat on the curb like the piece of trash it was and climbed onto his bike.

“I got you,” I replied, as Jimmy’s screams echoed off the walls of the abandoned night club.

Keep moving.

It’s almost over.

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