Page 81 of Last One Standing
Angel and the others had cameras and microphones on them, but to be on the safe side, Noel was using one of his stealth drones as well.
JJ and I sat on either side of Noel as he did his thing, and I watched as Angel and the brothers pulled into the long abandoned diner.
Noel explained that there used to be a highway that ran through here, but it was shut down in the late seventies. The diner, which was once probably beautiful, was one of the remnants of that time.
Light pressure on my shoulder made me jump only to find JJ had reached over to offer comfort. He was likely just as scared as I was with his man out there. Mason too. I lifted my hand to his and squeezed and he smiled at me.
Gabe, Angel, Shep, Four, and Nick, didn’t get out of the van. The drone picked up a bunch of bikes in the back of the diner, four SUVs on the side. They all had to be inside.
“We’re going in.” Shep’s voice came through the speakers clearly.
“Be safe, we’re watching,” Noel answered.
My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest, I kept reminding myself to breathe, and the death grip I hadon JJ’s hand had to be giving him regrets for wanting this connection.
Noel had a bunch of monitors up, each labeled with whose camera belonged to whom. Angel was in front of the group, and through the dirty glass of the diner I could see that there was a significant amount of people.
The moment the door opened, I heard Brick’s voice.
“You motherfuckers.”
“Now, now.” Colette came into view. She was a beautiful woman with her blond hair styled to perfection. She wore a red suit, designer unknown, and behind her were at least six men with guns. “We’re going to have a conversation, Brick. Name-calling is counterproductive.”
“These fuckers are trying to turn you against me.”
“You’re doing a fine job of screwing yourself,” Gabe growled. “Looks like you only have half your crew here. Where’s your VP? Care to tell Ms. Barbier where he’s gone?”
Brick wasn’t looking so good. There was a bruise on the side of his face, and he was sporting a black eye.
“You did all this!” He went to move but the brothers all lifted their guns, which in turn made the Kings and Colette’s men do the same.
“Enough!” Colete shouted, then sniffed, gently pressing her hands onto the lapels of her suit. “We’re going to talk, no shooting…yet.”
It took a good twenty seconds, but everyone did put their guns away. Colette eyed the brothers. “Which one of you was Mr. Fawkes?”
Angel stepped forward. “Me.”
“And your real name?”
“You know my real name.”
She chuckled. “I do, but it’s polite to introduce yourselves.”
“I’m Angel, and this is Gabe, Shep, Four, and Nick.”
“Four?” Her brow lifted. “How unusual.”
“Is it?” Four sounded bored, but I had a strong feeling he was ready to strike.
She pursed her brows, and turned to Brick. “Your claim is that the Saint brothers destroyed my guns and drugs.”
“They did.” Brick glared.
“I am curious as to why you do, in fact, only have part of your crew here. Gabe brings up a good point.”
“Like with what they did trying to turn you against me, he did the same with my crew.”
“If they were a strong and loyal crew, they wouldn’t fold so quickly,” Angel retorted, earning a growl from Brick.
