Page 24 of Unmasked Anarchy
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Istare at the rowof cars, and my eyes widen.
Gage’s entire business is scrap and salvage.He gets truckloads of scrap cars, strips them down and sells the parts, or fixes the cars and sends them on their way.I know it is a front, I know that the club hides guns and drugs in the cars so they can move them around.Usually they weld secret boxes to the frames or come up with other clever ways to hide them, so even if they are pulled over nothing is found.
This, though, this is far, far bigger than a few small guns and drugs.
This ...is dangerous.
This ...is big time.
In front of me are boxes of sniper rifles.I know them, because my one unfortunate skill is that I am incredible with a gun.When my father was alive, he raised me shooting, and I always had an eye for it.After he died, and I was left to my drug addict mother, it was my only escape.Sometimes, I wonder if it’s part of the reason Gage keeps me around.Not only am I helpful in a heated situation, I know my way around a gun.
I hate to admit that I have done more than my fair share of long-range shooting for the club.
Death doesn’t scare me like it should.
Gage reaches down when I don’t say anything.He yanks a gun up, turning toward me, a cold, long, shiny black weapon—beautiful, but dangerous.So fucking dangerous.These are long range sniper rifles and wouldn’t have been easy for him to come across.They’re not something that most people could get a hold of.
“What the fuck is this, Gage?”I whisper hiss, shaking my head.
He doesn’t miss a beat.“It’s money, Sable.It’s a fuckin’ fortune.Bigger than anything we’ve ever done.”
I reach out and drag my finger over the cold steel.“You’re working with the cartel moving guns?”
He shrugs, and for a moment I see the smallest flicker of unease in his gaze.“We run guns.That’s our legacy.Might as well make it count.With these shipments, we triple the bankroll.That means better everything for you, for me, for the whole crew.Only thing I need?Make sure the product isn’t shit.”
I almost laugh.“You want me to quality check the sniper rifles you’re moving across the damn country for criminals who could kill you without a second thought?”
He leans in, closing the gap between us.“That’s exactly what I’m doin'.I want to make sure everything I’m bein’ told is legit.You know guns better than anyone I know.”
I study him, searching for anything that’ll let me off the hook—guilt, hesitance, even a single hairline fracture in his confidence.But it’s not there.He’s all-in, and by showing me this, he’s dragging me under the current, expecting me to swim.
“You think this’ll end well?”I ask, voice tight.“One fuckup and we’re all dead.”
He doesn’t flinch.“That’s why we don’t fuck up.”He gestures at the warehouse around us, the skeletons of old cars, the rust and dust and the chemical tang of gasoline.“This is the future, Sable.We either get ahead or get chewed up.”
I want to protest, to tell him that “future” is a stupid word when you’re dealing with men who cut out tongues for fun, but I bite it back.I know I don’t get a choice here, and he knows it, too.
“Fine,” I say, snatching the rifle.“But I’m done with this once I have checked these guns.I want nothing to do with this crap you’re pulling.”
“Got another problem first.”
I shoot him a look.
“We got competition.The Fallen Sons hit one of the routes last night.They torched a whole shipment.They don’t want us runnin’ guns, and they’re makin’ sure we know it.”
Oh, shit.
The Fallen Sons are a bigger MC, and they’re slowly taking over most of the territory around these parts.I know Gage is hoping this Cartel business will boost their protection and status, but if the Sons don’t allow them passage, then they have a bigger problem on their hands.
