Tension surrounded us as we waited for Aim and Asp to arrive. My phone chimed with an incoming text.
Grady:15 Disciples pulled off into an empty parking lot app 1 mile from the bar. 2 riders headed your way.
Me:Thx. Text Judge ASAP if any of them leave.
Grady:Will do.
Minutes later, the two cocksuckers strolled into the bar, looking far too sure of themselves for my liking. They approached the table and dropped into chairs across from me with smug smiles on their faces. The taller one spoke, “In case you didn’t know, I’m Aim.” He gestured with his thumb to the man beside him, “And this here is Asp.”
I nodded. “I’ll forgo the introductions since you’ve made it clear you know everyone in my club.”
“And then some,” Asp grinned.
He was trying to goad me. I knew it, but damn if it wasn’t working. I clenched my fists into tight balls under the table and resisted the strong urge to smash his fucking face in.
“Let’s cut the shit and get to the point. What ‘information’ do you have?” Aim asked.
I shrugged, “Information about your shipment’s location.”
His jaw clenched and his whole body tensed. His VP, however, sat relaxed as the corners of his mouth turned up in an evil smile. “I see. As luck would have it, I’ve got some information about the location of something that might be of interest to you as well.”
My heart skipped a beat, and my mind raced to figure out what he could have taken from my club. As if on cue, Judge’s phone started ringing. He denied the call, but it started ringing immediately again. By the third time, he leaned in and whispered, “It’s Mom. I’ve got to take it.”
He stepped away from the table and answered the call. Even several feet away, I could hear Leigh screaming into the phone, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Judge whirled around and locked eyes with me. All the color drained from his face while he listened to his mother. “Mom, I have to go. It’ll be okay, I promise.” She screeched something into the phone, and Judge cringed. “Mom, we’re handling it now. I’ve got to go.”
His words sent chills running down my spine. What had these fuckers done that would have Leigh calling in hysterics? Judge cut his eyes to Batta and gave the slightest of nods before meeting my gaze again. Were they waiting for something? Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Layla.
Everything happened at once. Judge and Batta moved toward the table. My chair hit the floor when I pushed back and jumped to my feet. Judge had Asp on his feet and his Bowie pressed to his throat. Batta had a garrote wrapped around Aim’s neck. I had a gun in each hand, one pointed at each asshole.
“Where is she?” I demanded.
Aim seemed to be genuinely confused, while Asp still had a cocky grin on his face. “Where’s our shipment?” Asp asked with an arched brow.
I clicked the safety off on the gun trained on Asp. “Tsk, tsk, Copper. You should always think before you shoot. We also have backup plans in place. If anything happens to either one of us, she dies.”
Aim’s eyes cut to Asp as best they could given his current predicament. “What did you do?” he hissed.
“I did what needed to be done. If I hadn’t, do you really think we’d have walked out of here today with our guns like nothing fucking happened? No, we sure as shit wouldn’t have. It’s war, man. Quit being such a pussy.”
Aim squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced. I made eye contact with Judge and jerked my chin. Then, I did the same with Batta, only jerking my chin in the opposite direction. We were going to separate the two fuckers. I doubted we would get anything from Asp, but I had a feeling we could get something out of Aim. Regardless, neither one of them was going anywhere until my Old Lady was standing in front of me, and maybe not even then.
25
We watched from afar as the Disciples pulled out of their forecourt—all of the Disciples. Seriously, they were morons. They probably assumed all of the Blackwings would be lurking around the bar in case the meeting got out of control. Little did they know, Copper had members from Croftridge lending a helping hand.
We waited for twenty minutes to make sure no one was coming back before we got to work. Using bolt cutters, we removed the lock and chain from the front gates. Spazz hacked their cameras and covered our activity with a loop of prerecorded video, just like they had done to Copper. Again, morons.
When Tiny turned the door knob and pushed the front door open, it was almost impossible to contain my laughter. “Stupid fuckers,” he whispered. “Spazz, you, Edge, and Savior get started. Coal and I will watch your backs and make sure the clubhouse is clear.”
Tiny pointed at me and nodded toward a hall. With my gun held firmly in front of me, I started moving down the hallway. It was lined with doors on each side and one door at the end. I was guessing it was the bedrooms of the patched members.
The first door I came to was wide open and confirmed my assumption. It was a bedroom, a thankfully empty bedroom. The door opposite it was closed. I pressed my ear against the cheap wood and listened for any sound. When I didn’t hear anything, I carefully turned the doorknob and eased it open to find another empty bedroom.
I made my way down the hall, clearing one room at a time. When I was down to the last few rooms, I noticed names on the doors. Holy shit! How dumb could they be? Not only were the officers’ bedrooms labeled, they were all together at the end of one hall. Anyone could take out all the officers in one go if they struck in the right spot, which is probably what they were trying to do when they bombed Copper’s clubhouse.
I turned to clear the Road Captain’s room when a noise had me freezing in place. I held my breath and slowly turned my body toward the direction of the sound. Staying as still as my frantically beating heart would allow me, I listened closely. After seconds that felt like hours, I heard it again, and it was coming from the President’s room.