Page 143 of Menace

Maniac sat forward and pointed a finger at all of them.

“Most of you have family here in Savannah, some of you have old ladies and children and after what Los Rojos did we need to ensure their safety. And how do we do that?”

He was silent, not waiting for an answer, just letting it sink in before he continued.

“We ensure their safety by bein’ the most dangerous fuckin’ enemy those who cross us could ever imagine. Los Rojos targeted Lucky’s family. They will find out they should not have touched what belongs to the Shadow Wraiths MC. We will have our vengeance.”

Roars of approval came from the brothers and Lucky nodded.

Shortly after they were in blacked out cages heading towards the neighbourhood where he used to live with Gloria. He hadn’t been back in years and it was no longer a safe neighbourhood.

Drug dealers, pimps and whores were very noticeable on the streets.

They split up two blocks away from the apartment block. Lucky and Dive continued towards the front of the building while the rest approached from the back.

Dive pulled up right in front of the building. Lucky got out and with his brother at his back walked into the building. The smells assaulted their noses, mould, cigarette smoke, piss and just general neglect created an incredibly nauseating smell. Ignoring the elevator they took the stairs and climbed to the third floor.

“This fuckin’ place stinks of piss.” Dive growled.

“Yeah, it’s a fuckin’ dump. Didn’t used to be.” Lucky answered.

There was an asshole waiting for them as they stepped into the passage. He stood outside the open apartment door, watching them as they came closer. He held a gun loosely against his thigh.

“I’ve been expecting you earlier.” He grouched.

“We’ve been busy. I’m here to collect the boy.” Lucky growled.

The bastard smiled then tilted his head towards the open door. “He’s in there, been a bit of a handful so he’s slightly banged up.”

Lucky’s eyes narrowed on the fucker. “You put your hands on the kid?” He snarled.

The fucker shrugged. “He was asking for it.”

The fucker never saw it coming. Lucky hit him on the side of the head and he went down hard.

Not moving. Out like a light.

“Haven’t see that move in a while, brother. Good to know you still have it.” Dive teased.

Not saying anything Lucky stepped over the piece of shit and walked into the apartment.

The old woman was tied to a chair and the young boy was in another next to her. His mouth was taped shut and his face sported an array of dark bruises.

Lucky looked around for the other guard and tipped his head to the side, letting Dive know to check the rest of the apartment. Pulling his knife from the sheath at his back he approached the old lady and silently cut her loose then did the same to the boy.

A thump from deeper in the apartment indicated that Dive had taken care of the other guard.

As soon as the boy was loose he ripped the tape from his mouth. “Who are you?”

Lucky answered him as he gently removed the tape from the old lady’s mouth.

“I’m here to take you back to your father.”

The relief in the kid’s face was immense, the same with the old lady.

“Papa sent you?” He asked.

Lucky shook his head. “No, kid, Carlos did. They took my son and I need to hand you over to get him back.”

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