Page 60 of Clash
“Trust me,” he said, waving me off. I didn’t like how this fucker always went rogue. The man was starting to become aliability. We didn’t need assholes who couldn’t wait for a simple command. We needed loyal soldiers.
“I’m gonna kill this guy,” I growled.
Skid caught my gaze in the rearview mirror, his eyes pleading for me to hold off. “Just trust him, Clash. Let’s see what he’s got.”
“The asshole needs to learn to wait for instructions. There’s a hierarchy in this club for a reason.”
“I know, but what else can we do?” Skid asked, his eyes naturally gravitating to the man who was standing dangerously close to the vehicles outside the warehouse.
He waited in the shadows of a tree, watching for an opening. It wasn’t long before one came. All the men headed inside to get debriefed by someone I couldn’t quite see. The second they were gone, Pussycat moved over to the first vehicle, popping holes in three out of the four tires.
Shit, this guy’s a genius.
One by one, he did the same with the other seven cars, remaining concealed and hidden the whole time. Nobody heard the hissing of air being released, or the shuffling of his feet as he settled by each of the tires. The man was like a ninja alley cat—slick, stealthy, and concealed by shadows. After he was all done, he carefully crept back to the car, smirking at me when he got back into the vehicle and settled against the seat.
Careful, Asshole. I’m not in the mood for snarky jerks who think they know everything.
“Should keep them busy for a minute. There are eight cars. Two of which have two boxes each in them. If I had to guess, those few cars are gonna take the boxes to locations that are close to each other.”
“There’s no way we can do this on our own,” I grumbled. “Skid, call Snyder. Get him and the others over here. We know the boxes are here, so if we can all act fast, maybe we can take out the shipments before they ever leave.”
Skid quickly called Snyder, relaying the information to him. “He said to wait for reinforcements, but don’t let them leave. They’ll get here as soon as they can,” he informed me after closing up his phone.
A few minutes rolled by before a strange car pulled up, and Ratt, a man wearing a mask, and a stuffy-looking guy in a business suit exited, heading inside.
“Shit, there’s even more of them,” Poison exclaimed. The man just got promoted to member, but you could see the fear in his eyes. It was then I realized that he’s never shot a gun before. Never had to. He was always at the club taking care of the girls while we all were out having fun.
“I don’t think it’s worth taking them out.” My teeth worried my lip. “We’re in a public place. Once that first shot goes off, there’s gonna be gunfire. The cops would be here so fast, we wouldn’t have time to get rid of the boxes if we tried. We have to figure something else out. But I have no fucking idea what.”
Pussycat cleared his throat. “Can I make a suggestion?”
Fuck, not this shit again.
“You know, prospects are supposed to listen for instruction, not come up with shit on their own,” I griped.
Pussycat rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know. But just fucking listen for a sec, VP. I’m not trying to take your damn job, just trying to help out the club.”
Skid nodded his head. “Give him a chance to talk, Clash. Stop being such a dick.”
“Fine. Whatever. Let’s just start listening to the prospects now. Sounds like a fucking wonderful idea.” I threw up my hands, too pissed off to do much of anything anymore.
Pussycat and Skid shared a weird look, both of them smiling at each other.
“Gross. You guys about to kiss?”
Both of them straightened, and Pussycat immediately cleared his throat again before speaking. “So, I watch a lot of action movies. If you soak a towel in gasoline and stuff it into the gas tank of a car, it’ll explode. If we can somehow cause a diversion, forcing them all out of that warehouse, then maybe someone can start a chain reaction of vehicle explosions that will take out all the cars? Do you think something like that would work?”
“Yeah, but what kind of distraction will get them out of that building?”
Before I could say anything else, Ratt, the masked man, the stuffy business suit guy, and another member leave the warehouse, getting back into the vehicle they showed up in and a white van. Immediately after, the other members headed out to the vehicles with the boxes in the back.
“It’s too late for that shit now,” I grumbled. “We gotta act fast! They’re getting ready to leave.”
Snyder pulled up with the rest of the club a few seconds later. Without hesitating, I was out of the car, gun drawn, hoping these assholes had no fucking backbones.
“Clash, get back here!” Snyder shouted after me.
The first car started up, then attempted to move forward, but stopped abruptly when they realized the tires were flat.
