Page 107 of Steel

“Eastern entrance is our best shot.” Havoc hands me the binoculars. “There’s a turnoff past the main driveway that leads to a barn out back. The hill will keep us hidden on our approach, but either way, we’re going to have to gun it and hope we outman them once we make the final turn.”

At least this house is on the opposite end of Vegas from the Iron Sinners clubhouse. It gives us the upper hand when it comes to timing because even if the men inside call for help the second they hear our bikes, it will still take thirty minutes for backup to get here.

“You think Dimitri’s there?”

“Doubt it.” I shake my head.

As much as I wish Dimitri would be a sitting duck so I could rip him apart limb by limb, I doubt he’d be dumb enough to hide out at a house in his name. He has to know the first thing we’d do is search every database for him the second he offered his name to Tempe, and that thought alone means this could also be a trap.

Too bad we have no choice but to walk into it.

“We ready to roll out?” Soul asks, walking up behind me.

He and the second wave of men have arrived, and I look back to find them armed and ready. Whether we’re at a disadvantage or not, it won’t get better than this.

“It’s now or never.”

I climb back on my bike and rev the engine, knowing the men in the safe house might hear it, and we have no choice.

Tempe and Austin aren’t safe until I neutralize Dimitri. And even if he’s not here, I will burn every piece of property the Iron Sinners own to the ground, starting with this one.

My brothers follow me in formation on our bikes. We move in unison up the small hill that shields us momentarily from view. But the moment we turn around the other side, there’s nothing but empty desert between us and the house, so we gun it, not slowing down.

My bike eats up the pavement as we rush ahead. At fifty yards out, the first gunshot echoes in the desert, and my men immediately split off and start to circle.

Just like we planned.

Hit them hard and without mercy.

There’s no other option when they’ll go down fighting just like we will. So long as I can keep a couple of them alive long enough to get some information, this will all be worth it.

I roll my bike to a stop and jump off, already reaching for my gun. Someone shoots through an upstairs window, and I duck behind a shed with Legacy to avoid getting hit.

He peeks his head out for a split second before another shot rings out.

It splinters the wood siding on the shed as the bullet barely misses him.

“I’ve got a clear line of sight if you can distract him.” Legacy presses his back to the shed, holding his gun up.

He nods once, ready to move the second I take the heat off us.

We’ve been in this situation more times than I can count. At this point, battle is a choreographed routine.

I remember when Dad was in charge, and raids were more chaotic. We’d lose men every time, and there was no better plan than getting in and out to achieve our objective. I didn’t realize back then why that was, but after Helix betrayed the club, it became clear to me.

Trust.

This only works if you know everyone has your back and you have theirs. It’s the one good thing we have going for us after all the bad that happened.

There’s a break in shots from the upstairs window when the shooter reloads, and I pop up, shooting rounds at the side of the house. He’s out of view, so he won’t get hit, but that’s not the point. I’m just creating cover to give Legacy the perfect opening.

The second I pull back, the shooter does exactly what we expect, popping back up to take aim.

But Legacy is on it, and the moment his forehead comes into view, Legacy hits straight in the center of it.

He isn’t ex-military like Havoc, but he’s the best shot in the club.

“Nice.” I grin at another Iron Sinner’s soul going to hell where it belongs.

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