Page 124 of Tied to You
“You think we can afford to pull him from coming with us?”
He waves his hand, turning a palm to the sky. “What fucking choice did Sparky just give us? Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Sparky’s a good kid.”
“Oh, and you trust him with your life all of a sudden?”
I heave a sigh. “I wouldn’t have suggested meetinghere, if I didn’t.”
He starts his engine. “And you’ll handle it if you’re wrong?”
I spread my arms out wide. “I’ll handle it.”
Dean frowns, but he also gives me a nod.
It really is as simple as that. You’re either in or you’re out.
Dead or alive. Everything’s so fucking black and white.
Just how it is at home. This or that. The harshest slap to my face is thatI know what Mollie now wants isn’t the same as me. “Fuck,” I mutter to myself, starting my engine and following behind Dean.
Once we make it to the location Sparky will give to his cousin, the Saviour he’s meeting, all we can do is wait. Things aren’t great between them, but it’s how we know they’ll believe him. Their hatred for us far outweighs anything brewing between family. If they think we store the drugs here, they’re not going to pass up the opportunity to take it out.
We’ve come armed. Hidden out of sight. It’s not our usual style, but we need to assume they will too.
When he calls thirty minutes later, it’s as if things run like clockwork. They show up not long after, the sound of their bikes rolling to a stop out the front of the old warehouse.
We don’t give them a second to dismount. We move, closing them in and surrounding them from all sides. Shoot first, ask questions later. That’s what Rocco told us.
Fine by me.
This could be where it ends. I feel a small release with every pull of the trigger. I shoot one off his bike, aiming my gun at another who’s crouched on the ground.
Blazes of light flash and bang until Dean raises his hand.
Mop fires another bullet for good measure, the final echo fading into the open air.
None of us move.
“You’re telling me they only sent three of these cunts to take down our operation? What the fuck’s going on?” Mop stomps closer, kicking each of them in turn, as if we didn’t just pump them full of lead.
He has a fucking point. “Dean?”
“Call Rocco,” he orders me. “I’ll check in with Beats.”
We move quick. Scrambling for our phones as Skitz runs for the van, leaving Mop and the four nomads we have with us to begin moving the bodies. Rocco answers as Skitz pulls up, and they begin loading the bodies inside.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“They only sent three men.”
“Three?”
“Yeah, should be more, right?”
“Shit. Something’s wrong. Len just called; no Saviours are at his location either.”
“None?” I counter, completely fucking stumped. Each location should be riddled with the cunts. That’s the intel we had, and our scouts confirmed how heavily manned each place was. No wayno oneshould be there.
