Page 25 of Filthy Savage
Kyle and I laugh simultaneously at her words. Because I don’t blame her, and without another word, the three of us hurry down to the kitchen, where we find Ryan with her little boy, Adam, and two babies. The cupcake box is in the center of the counter, and Adam has one pressed to his lips.
It is officially dessert time.
BREW
As much asI want to burst into the building and shoot everything and everyone on sight, I don’t. Instead, I am crouched down in some bushes beside Atomic, with my gun in my hand. My fingers twitch to pull the trigger, but I hold off.
Listening to my brother, I take his lead.
I wait because this will be done tonight, and I can have at least a semblance of patience… if only for a little while.
Flicking my gaze around the perimeter of the property, I smirk at the sight of the men surrounding the grounds. Our men. I hear a buzzing beside me and look over to Atomic, arching a brow in question.
“It’s Nash,” he hisses. “He called earlier wanting me to go down to Corpus and look at the building,” he murmurs. “They’re ready to open.”
“That was fast,” I say.
He chuckles. “Bunch of old fucks wanna get their rocks off watching girls dance naked. Who am I to tell them no? Also, it’s going to make a fuckton of money for the club.”
Biting back the laughter, I clear my throat, attempting to keep from being too loud. “They aren’t that old,” I point out. “We’re on their fucking heels.”
Atomic snorts. “That we are. Are you ready for this? Everyone is in position.”
“Do you know if the old man is inside?”
Atomic doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he jerks his chin toward the building. “He hasn’t left Louisiana. I’ve had a couple men on these assholes since shit went down. I didn’t trust the treaty. I knew Loner was going to fuck with us some more. And Albert is fucking clueless. He’s living in this world like it’s still by the old-school rules. But these men aren’t playing by any rules. Not anymore.”
He’s right.
He’s absolutely right.
Nobody is playing by the old-school anything anymore. And Atomic is fucking smart as shit to keep this from everyone and to keep an eye on the Southern Mafia.
“So, were they watching us, too?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No,” he snorts. “Well, just the warehouse routes. They likely thought we were going to continue to go to Shreveport. When we didn’t, it pissed them off. I’m pretty sure they thought they had us by the balls.”
“And when we didn’t, they couldn’t fucking stand it.”
“So they made sure we weren’t going to be successful, or at least they tried,” I murmur, thinking over the whole situation.
“They tried,” he agrees with a simple nod. “But they’re going to lose this fight.”
Leaning closer to my brother, I say one last thing, knowing he’s getting ready to give the signal. We’re rushing into this shit and leaving zero survivors.
Not a single one.
I would feel guilty about that, knowing there are men in there who are innocent and just following orders. Men who are husbands and fathers. But they’ve aligned themselves with the wrong fucking people.
And now, it’s time to fucking pay the price.
CHAPTER
TEN
BREW
Atomic gives the sign.It’s time to go. There is no more talking, just shooting. Everyone knows already that Loner is to be captured alive. Everyone else is dead, but Loner will be dealt with the way he should have been when we discovered exactly who he was.