Page 42 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

“Right behind you,” Peg says.

“Right with you, Brother, snipers and covering fire about to get into place.” That’s Thor’s voice, I’m certain.

Gears must be having fun toggling the comms channels, but as we ride, I get the gist of the amended plan. With time being of the essence, now Niran’s walked straight into their hands, we won’t be needing Swift for her negotiation skills. Time for talking has passed. The first attack will be fuckin’ mortars firing, getting the Crazy Wolves to keep their heads down. Then the explosives will be planted, set strategically to seriously damage the clubhouse, but hopefully not bring the whole place down. Just enough to get the wolf pack filing out, right into our loving bullets.

Utah is in charge. They’ve done this before.

But Niran? Fuck. We’re taking a chance that he won’t be blown up or used as a human shield.

“We know what we’re fuckin’ doing,” Preacher’s voice growls into my ear, and I take it that’s in answer to someone else’s enquiry. “Yeah, Drummer. We’ve taken that into account. Our assessment is they’ll use Niran as a bargaining chip to leave at least some of them alive.”

I can only hope they are right, and that Niran won’t suffer for any wrong calls of judgement.

I spare a thought for, and send a mental apology to Mary, waiting at home for me to return. This is a war I’m going into, and one battle I might not be able to walk away from. Forgive me, sweetheart, if I don’t return. Just take care of our baby. I love you both. I send my prayer on the wind.

About to take on the Crazy Wolves in their lair, we’ll be lucky if we go home with as many bodies breathing as we’ve had riding in.

Mary, if I don’t survive, just know that I tried. I wouldn’t willingly leave you and our baby.

Leaning my weight to the right, I kick up my stand.

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