Page 89 of Lockout

“It’s notallhis money,” Switch pointed out.

I stared at the amounts on the screen. “No, but it’s alotof fucking money.” Letting out a low whistle, I marveled at the skill these three had. Put them together and you could dominate globally. Not that I wanted to. I wasn’t some supervillain. I just wanted these pieces of shit out of the picture. The LoS was the lowest of the low. They’d kidnap and sell anyone they could get their hands on. They threatened, and made good on those threats. Women, children, they didn’t care. And Hangman spearheaded it all.

“What do you want to do with it?” Rip asked.

The clacking had stopped, and even though I couldn’t see Switch, I could feel three sets of eyes on me. Rubbing my chin, I thought about that. We weren’t taking it. We didn’t need thatfucking blood money. We’d already taken a lot from Hangman in the past week. Now I wanted to do something to counterbalance the stain he and his crew had left on society.

Turning, I grinned at Riptide. “Give a third to a couple organizations that help people after they’ve been trafficked.”

He nodded. “And the rest?”

My grin got even bigger. “Give it to police charities. Give it in their name, straight from these accounts. Make it perfectly traceable.”

Glitch choked on a laugh. “You’re diabolical,” he said as the clacking started up again. “Any specific police charities?”

“Any in the cities where the LoS has chapters,” I told him. “Starting with Phoenix. Especially any that focus on helping families with officers killed in the line of duty.”

“There’s a lot of money here,” Switch said. “We’ll be able to spread it around. Make sure they don’t go after anyone who receives the donations.”

“That’s why the majority is going to the cops,” I said with a smug smile. “Even Hangman wouldn’t have the balls to go to police charities trying to explain that the money wasn’t supposed to be donated. It would draw too much fucking attention to him.”

It wasn’t like I had anything against the cops. Not the way some MCs did. It was just that they didn’t appreciate our ways, so we avoided them, and avoided prison. We were military at one point, so I’d known a lot of guys who’d retired and gone into law enforcement. This would help out a lot of people. Thepolicehelped a lot of people. We helped those they were unable to. It wasn’t exactly a symbiotic relationship, but it felt right sending some of the money their way. Them being a place Hangman wouldn’t go after his stolen money was an added bonus.

He wouldn’t likely miss the third of their cash that was going toward helping the victims he created. But even if he tried, he wasn’t going to have the time. I’d make sure of that.

“What else?” I asked the three tech whizzes.

“Found you a couple of those caravans,” Rip said. “There’s one coming in from New Mexico now.”

“They’re the closest,” Glitch added. “Couple different chapters met up outside of Las Cruces.”

“They’re also the smallest,” Switch continued. “If you want to hit one of the groups, this is the perfect one. Hangman is with that one in the middle there.”

“Good,” I said with a grim smile. I could take out more of his crew before he ever hit the Arizona border. “You three keep shuffling that money around. Do what you can to make the third of it going to trafficked victims untraceable. Make sure they find where the rest goes.”

Riptide chuckled. “Gladly.” He looked up. “You heading out?”

“Yeah, Las Cruces is only four hours from here,” I told him. “I’m not letting those fuckers set foot in my city. Give me a head’s up if you find anything else in the meantime.”

“Good luck,” he muttered, already turning back to his work.

It didn’t take longto get my crew together and get on the road. I was going to pay for this little trip, but there would be time to rest when I was dead. That wasn’t going to be today, so I’d badgered Pyre into giving me more of his miracle drugs and hopped on my Harley.

We were going to end up meeting up with the LoS caravan around the Lordsburg area. That worked for me just fine.Lordsburg was a tiny town in New Mexico, with expansive desert surrounding it. The perfect place to have this showdown.

The miles flew past as we made our way to the Arizona/New Mexico border. We were heading into a fight with twenty-three bikers, eighteen on their Harleys and the rest in two different trucks following along. I had zero doubts that they were hauling more supplies in those trucks.

Hangman must’ve asked for the crews coming this way to bring more firepower since the Phoenix Chapter lost what they were supposed to get from Canada. My smile was grim. He had no idea what was coming for him.

If that fucker thought I was above killing a man in his sixties, he’d be wrong. After all the shit he’d done? I’d murder him with a smile on my face.

I hadn’t had time to go through everything that Rip had sent me. But the hacker twins—as I’ve started thinking of Glitch and Switch—were sending me shit, too. The three of them were digging up so much intel on this crew, we weren’t going to have a blindspot going into this fight.

My phone was buzzing incessantly in my pocket with updates. It was making my fingers twitch with the urge to read it all. But I liked living. Had a lot to live for now, so I kept my focus on the road.

We approached Lordsburg and I grinned when I saw the bikes parked at one of the few gas stations in town. We all pulled over, eyeing the two vehicles parked beside them.

“What’s the plan?” Hush asked.

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