Page 69 of Wire
We all nod. We have a few hours to kill before the meet, so Remy decides to spend a little time with Jovie while I work with Tav at getting cameras set up in the warehouse. I need to have eyes on this.
Marx
“Everyone in position?” Wire asks through the headset.
The crackling voices of Gus, Jules and Sniper all sound off, one at a time, letting us know they’re ready. Savage and Roman sit with me in the SUV around the corner from the meet. I’d much rather be on my hog, but we have to at least make it look as though we have girls to hand off to the sick fuck. So I will sit here and be suffocated by Roman’s cologne.
“How much longer?”
“He’s just packing up his soapbox,” Remy’s voice says into our earpieces.
“Wow, the librarian has a pleasant voice for these sorts of things,” Roman says with a smirk.
A growl comes through the line, and we all know it’s Wire. That just makes Roman chuckle.
“Car is on the move. ETA will be 2 minutes,” Wire barks down the line.
I settle back into my seat; the leather creaking around my bulk. Valor Landry expects us to be waiting for him. Fuck that. We’ll unsettle him by arriving after him. We watch a slick gunmetal gray van drive past, slowing to pull into the open garage door of the warehouse. Savage and Roman sit quietly with me, each of us busy with our own thoughts.
“What the fuck?” Wire’s voice says in our earpieces.
“Wire? What’s happening?”
“Holy shit! We got a third player, just pulled in on a Harley.” This time, Chewy.
“Marx, get in there now. Something’s going down,” Wire barks.
Starting the SUV, I throw it into gear and gun it into the warehouse. Pulling in through the doors, I screech to a stop, throw open the door and duck behind it, in case of gunfire. Instead, we’re met with a short, curvy woman, with cropped, dark hair standing in the back of the van, a body slumped behind her. And she’s pointing a gun right at us.
“Who the fuck are you?” I demand.
Instead of answering me, she jumps down, walks a few steps closer before stopping again, eyes on me the whole time.
“I’m the bitch who will end you if you have little girls in that car.” She flicks her gun toward the SUV.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I realize she isn’t a threat. I’m not sure what she is exactly.
“We’re here for Valor. Want some answers. Like where the fuck his business partner Hammer is. And why the fuck he was buying my new niece and sister.”
She chews her lip for a moment before lowering her gun. “Who are you?”
“I’m Marx, Pres of Devil’s Rose MC.”
“DRMC? You know Tav?” She tips her head to the side.
Savage and I side-eye each other before nodding, her lips tipping up slightly in the corners.
“This is Savage, and Roman Bartashev -”
“Bratva. Heard you lost some drugs?”
Roman just stares at her as she shakes her head at us. “Valor isn’t going to talk. If you want Hammer, he’ll be scuttling back to these parts soon enough.”
With that, she walks off, her boots thudding dully on the concrete floor. Savage looks at me before walking to the van and peering in.
“Fuck. Valor’s dead. Single gunshot to the head.”
Turning back to the mystery woman, I whistle to her as she throws her leg over a softail Harley. She freezes, her dark eyes glaring at me.