Page 30 of Snake's Fate

Snake

It took five whole days before they struck and we nearly missed them. We’d looked into businesses that didn’t keep good surveillance cameras and thought we had found them all. But we’d missed one, not realizing it was even still in business.

It was right outside one of the towns along the Arkansas Mississippi border we’d been trying to cover.

If it hadn’t been for one of Reaper’s guys named Chucky who happened to spot them as he was coming into town driving the semi we planned to use to transport these bastards, they’d have taken another girl and possibly gotten away again.

Now, we’re all riding back to Skeeter’s clubhouse in New Orleans to see what we can find out from these assholes before we feed their souls to the bayou.

Whatever we can extract from them, Skeeter’s men will use the information to help them find more girls that are missing.

His club started working with the Feds on some of these cases years ago and the club has morphed into something much bigger.

They now take cases that others won’t, even if it takes them to another country. You’d never hear about it on the news as what they do is not sanctioned by our very own Government.

That honestly, doesn’t surprise me. Uncle Sam has always been about the money and if they can’t make money from it, they don’t get involved. Now war on the other hand? That’s big business.

I really start to get antsy as we get closer to the clubhouse, wanting to get my hands on the mother fucker that killed Hank.

When I laid eyes on the one that has the tattoo on the neck, I knew that it was him and I’ve been imagining the justice I’ll extract from him in blood.

Feeling my phone vibrating in my pocket, I briefly wonder who could be calling as all the guys back home knew we’d be on the road for several hours. Andi’s face flashes in my head, making me grin.

She and I haven’t spoken much over the phone since I left although I called her last night. Her mom has been visiting for the last few days and she seemed busy. I got a very distinct feeling she was trying to rush me off the phone last night.

I know she wasn’t feeling well the day I left but she swore to me that she was completely fine although I do know from being around the women of the club that when they say “I’m fine” it could be a straight out lie.

Until I can see her face to face again, I can’t know for sure if she really means that she is fine.

Pulling into Skeeter’s compound, we all come to a stop out front while Chucky is directed to another building way out back.

Getting off my bike, I pull my phone out, give it a quick glance and see the missed call was from an unknown number but there’s also a text from the twins. They’ve sent a picture of the fort they’ve decided to try to build on their own.

They’re both making faces at the camera with the boards they’ve put together standing behind them. I have to say, for two young girls, they’re doing a nice job framing up walls.

With a smile, I put my phone back in my pocket and follow the rest of the guys inside. I’m starving and I want a sucking beer. There will be enough time later to deal with the assholes out back dangling from the rafters.

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