Page 108 of Legacy

“Maybe,” I agree, even if I doubt it. “If not, it’s for the better. Bea doesn’t need any more back and forth.”

“Reagan’s good with her.”

“Reagan’s good with everyone. That woman is way too fucking good for me.”

“At least you know that.” Ghost grins.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” I chuckle. “I’m still surprised she said yes. Figured at some point, she’d wise up and get off the sinking ship.”

“That’s not what you are.”

“Bea’s the best thing about me.”

“Not gonna argue that.” Ghost smiles. “But you have your charms, brother. Don’t doubt yourself. You’ve got a lot to give. Show her that side, and she’d be an idiot to resist.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Of course. And be good to her, or Luna will never forgive you.”

“So that’s what this is…” I hitch an eyebrow. “A secondhand lecture from your old lady? Got it.”

Ghost shrugs, not denying it. “Don’t piss off the woman who loves you.”

“That’s your grand advice?”

“That’s all that matters.”

I shake my head, turning my attention back to the Iron Sinners slowly filtering in.

Finally.

They’re unloading our gun shipment into their storehouse, not expecting us to be waiting for them.

“Looks like it’s go time,” Ghost says, cutting off our conversation.

His phone pings with the signal from Havoc just as movement starts at the perimeter.

Steel leads the group at the left of the property, while Soul’s group flanks from the right. We can’t see Havoc and his crew since they covered the back, but I know they’re there. We have the Iron Sinners surrounded. And with the number of outbuildings on the property, they don’t see us coming.

The second the first gun fires, I’m ready.

A coward from the Iron Sinner side tries to run, and I get him with a clean shot in the back of the head. I’m sure I should feel something as he drops to the ground, but I’ve been numb to it for years.

The first time I killed a man, all I could think about for months was the light leaving his eyes. When that stopped happening, I figured I’d gone numb inside. I assumed that was the last I’d ever really feel of anything.

It wasn’t until Bea came around that my heart started beating again.

But while my daughter gave me back my heartbeat, I still have no sympathy for these men as I watch them drop one by one.

Iron Sinners are soulless bastards. They tear families apart and traffic women. They’ve done things that test even my moral boundaries.

Ghost stares at his phone while Twisted Kings pour in. I pick the Iron Sinners off slowly, and everyone does their job. We have the benefit of having Havoc and his military background on our side. Which is why these takedowns are orchestrated with precision and executed to a tee.

It isn’t until the situation is under control that Ghost and I get called from our post to join the group.

When we meet up with Steel outside the house, they’ve finished tying up any remaining Iron Sinners. Havoc tasks prospects with dragging anyone still alive back into the storehouse to question them, and Ghost happily follows.

While I don’t mind watching them drop from afar, Ghost prefers it more up close and personal. They’ll probably be here for hours getting any information theycan, and I’m sure my brother will enjoy every second of it.

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