Chapter 40
Take out the Trash
Knight
“This better work outjust as you said, brother,” King says.
“Trust me it will.”
I may be able to reassure him, but my head is ready to explode. We had to roll out on the drop of a dime. I had no time to make sure Rem was secure.
All I could do was trust King when he said he’d send Grim and Reap. I’ve been there for King, he owes me, which is the only reason I didn’t lose my shit with the only option I had. Reminisce is in danger.
All that digging we did before allowing her to storm into her friend’s office with this case was for nothing. His secretary is the girlfriend of a Falcon. She blew the whistle, forcing our hand, but not before we found out the names of all the dirty bastards behind this.
Rem now has a target on her back because her friend Samson, the district attorney wants to nail them all. It’s the perfect opportunity for him to take the glory for a massive high-profile case like this.
Personally, I want this to be Rem’s case, but I know those days are over. This shit here is the reason why. I have to force myself to trust that the Lost Souls will have my back like I’ve always had theirs.
“You may have come to us to take our family down, but you became family. They will protect her,” Ice says beside me.
I look at him and nod. The sound of the metal doors rising calls my attention before I can reply. It’s showtime. The sooner we get through this the better.
Broker and his guys walk into the old packing warehouse and freeze. I can’t help the smile that comes to my face. They were expecting their cocaine connect, not us.
King and Ice flank my sides while Brick and his squad and a few of Ice’s boys surround us. An intimidating sight, I’m sure.
Actually, it’s written all over Broker’s face. Not for long though. The arrogant asshole I know appears quickly.
“What the fuck is this? You finally decided to deliver, Detective Moran?” he says with a smug smile.
Little does he know the Lost Souls already know who I am. Good to know he’s willing to forfeit my life to the bitter end. I won’t feel bad for shit that happens to him from here on out.
“It’s over, asshole. You’re going down for the attempted murder of an officer, witness tampering, drug, and gun trafficking, money laundering, the list is growing,” I snarl.
He throws his head back and laughs. “You pieces of shit think you’re the only ones with connections in high places. You can’t fucking touch me.”
“Are you sure about that?” King says venomously.
“Oh, I’m sure all right. Besides, my boys are out taking care of that cute little attorney now. She won’t be running her mouth, and her friend Prosecutor Samson is next on the list if he doesn’t accept my offer.”
I go to lunge at him, but Ice and King hold me back. It takes a second for me to regain my calm. I wish I hadn’t talked them into doing this my way. I’d gladly turn my back and let them make this fucker disappear.
“Not only am I going to walk away from all of this. I might even sue your rich ass for slander,” Broker taunts.
I narrow my gaze at him and tug from the tight grasp the two beside me have. However, I don’t charge at this motherfucker. I see him for who he truly is.
“That’s always burned you up, hasn’t it? That I have money,” I say in disgust.
“It made you perfect. If … when you come up dead, your Richie rich family will put the pressure on the department to solve your murder and bring a conviction. A few well-placed tips and evidence, and we’ll nail the Lost Souls once and for all,” he seethes.
“Riddle me this, motherfucker,” Brick barks. “Why the hard-on for us? We’re not into any of the shit the Falcons are into. We’re not in your way.”
Broker snorts. “Not in our way? You Goodie Two-shoes won’t let shit run through your territories. We have to work around you like pussies. That alone is enough to make me puke.
“No, but that’s not my reason for wanting to take you all down. My problem with the Lost Souls runs deeper than that. Before there was a Cage or a King, there was Kevlar.
“That motherfucker killed my old man. I won’t be satisfied until I ruin every chapter of your piece of shit club.”
“Kevlar is in jail. Has been for over ten years. You’re fucking with our livelihood, our families for some fucking bullshit with Kevlar?” Ice says in a deceptively calm voice.
“You have no idea what that motherfucker took from me. I vowed that I’d take all you bastards down one day, and here it is.”
“Hmm.” I shrug my shoulders. “Or so you thought.”
Federal agents begin to sweep into the building. The look of panic on Broker’s face is priceless. This has just gone over his head. The Falcon’s pockets aren’t deep enough to buy him out of this one.
“We have all we need,” Jeff an FBI buddy of mine says.
“He’s a cop killer. Make sure this sticks,” I say.
“Don’t worry. I have this dead to rights. Justice will be served.”
“Moran,” King says tightly.
I turn to look at him as he looks down at his phone. His expression makes my heart stop. I can’t breathe until he speaks again. “She’s fine now, but they were ambushed.”
I don’t hear the rest of his words. I rush out for my bike and take off for my woman.