Page 67 of Peer & Coco

Chapter 27

Around the Slag table, Roar stood. "We'll ride out in six different crews with the officers leading two groups that'll follow me. Once I reach the house, the rest of you will circle the block. Don't let anyone approach or leave. If all goes as planned, it'll take ten minutes. If fifteen minutes go by, every one of you will rush the house and make sure every Slag member gets out."

Peer stood and shoved the chair under the table. He'd already been informed of the men who would ride with the officers. The Blues, an inner-city gang, put women on the street and drove the heroin supply in Portland. Their closest enemy was the Reds. Same prerogative, different district. No better than rats scurrying around, nibbling guns, loot, and boundaries from everyone in the PNW.

Checking his pistols, he secured one to his ankle and one under his belt at his back. Then, he walked out of the room and searched down Tyr.

His son stood at a kid table splashing a toy car in the water tub. Stripped down to his diaper, the front of him dripped from the mess he made.

He leaned down and kissed the top of Tyr's head. "Having fun?"

Tyr handed him the toy. He plopped it in the water, making a splash. His son giggled and fished out the car again.

"I'll be back later. Be good for Coco." He straightened and stepped over to Coco who sat in a chair beside the small table. "Are you sticking around?"

"Probably for a little while so I can visit with Lizzy."

He looked around the room. "Where'd she go?"

"Upstairs to change Hanne." She reached up and grabbed his belt buckle. "Lean down."

He bent at the waist, and she raised her lips. Kissing her, he stroked her cheek. After today's run, they were going to sit down and plan their future.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours." He kissed her again.

Tyr squealed. Coco's attention went to his son. "Ride safe."

He walked away while Tyr was occupied and stepped out to the alley. The others were already mounting up. He prepared for the ride and started his Harley.

Looking over to the other members down the line of bikes, he held up three fingers. With almost one hundred members riding today, they couldn't all start their engines at the same time. Too much noise would draw everyone's attention around the block.

Roar strode toward the front of the line, holding up his hand. The officers stepped away from their motorcycles and gathered around him.

"The Fed arrived." Roar's mouth tightened. "We need a diversion."

The last thing they needed was to attack Blues and have a Fed tagging along. They needed to get their winnings first.

"I've got it." Elling walked away from the group.

"I'll follow him and make sure he takes the bait." Peer latched the D-ring on his helmet. "I'll call when it's safe and then fall back and meet you there."

Playing cat and mouse with the Federal Agent was something they regularly had to do. He felt better doing the job himself and being one-hundred percent sure Slag wasn't going to get caught in a sting.

He restarted his Harley and rode for the gate. Letting Elling get a head start, he left several minutes later, following far behind.

With the Fed in view, knowing Elling would lead him away from their planned destination, keeping him in sight came easy.

Six miles out, he slowed down and turned on a side street. He called Roar and let him know he was good to go. Not wasting time, he looped through Portland taking the side streets. Before he reached the block where the Blue's headquarters was located in an old Portland-style house that'd seen better days and appeared abandoned with boarded up windows and peeling paint, he slowed and waited for the others.

Slag's loud arrival would warn every Blues' member in a two-block distance. He throttled the bike, riding in behind Roar and the others.

Everything happened at once. Twelve Slag members, including Peer, stormed through the front door, taking Jones, the leader of Blues, in the middle of hiding his stash. They weren't interested in drugs. What they wanted was worth more to them.

Roar walked forward with a knife in his hand. Peer knew from years of walking side by side with his president that Roar had ninety-nine percent accuracy with a blade.

Jones's gaze darted behind them. Peer turned, holding his pistol in front of him and put a bead on the chest of the Blues' member hovering in the hallway.

"I want you to listen closely, and nobody will get hurt," said Roar. "I want you to open the safe."