Mace

I detested being away from Jessamy, even though it was for her safety. The texts and calls weren’t enough. Every time we spoke, I wished I could tell her it was all over and she was free to come home. I battled impatience every hour she was gone. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. We were all doing our part. However, thank God that impatience was about to come to an end.

I’d called Jessamy earlier than I typically did. I tried to make sure I sounded like my usual self. I didn’t know if I pulled it off or not. What I hid from her was the fact that we were making our move tonight. Finally, all the computer wizards in the clubs and working for the Dark Patriots had compiled everything they needed. The eavesdropping on calls, texts, and emails had paid off. The president of the Black Outlaws had slipped up and mentioned a name in his call. That name led the guys through a maze of people and shell companies, but they finally tied it to one person. And wouldn’t you know it, that man’s last name started with a T. They were positive they’d found not just the client of the Outlaws but the man to whom the pipeline ultimately belonged. It all came down to Thurman James Thacker III.

When we’d been shown the information and that the Outlaws were planning to meet with him, we knew we had to make our move when it happened. Who knew when we’d be able to get them together again to do it? We wouldn’t get all of them, but if we took out the Outlaws and the head honcho, we could mop up the others given time. I hadn’t told her about it because I didn’t want to add to her stress. It would be better to call after it was done so I could tell her it was safe to come home.

They were meeting at their supposed secret hideout between Greenville and Spartanburg. When we found this out, Agony spoke to Grinder. He verified that the number of guards at the old house had increased and that the clubhouse had men coming and going all day. According to our information, Thacker would be at the old house at midnight.

We mobilized and left our compound early. The drive was just under two hours, but we wanted to be there early and have time to get set up. We’d left our bikes behind. Those would attract too much attention and would be loud. Instead, we took SUVs, trucks, and large cargo vans. With the addition of the guys from the other clubs, we had a lot of people to transport.

We had our own supply of weapons, but the Patriots had even more, and they were willing to share with those they called friends like us. Somehow, they found an old cement-making plant that had been defunct for years. The county now owned the property, but they hadn’t done anything with it. That was where we’d all ended up. We left our compound in small groups and utilized our secret backdoor exit to do it. Lights would come on at the clubhouse and the houses. Hell, if anyone were watching it, they’d hear hollering, talking, music, and laughter. It was all cleverly recorded and set to play along with the lights set on timers.

When I talked to Jessamy, it was from the cement plant. I’d gone to sit in one of the vehicles so she wouldn’t hear anyone say something in the background. Hanging up from that call, I felt a tad guilty. She’d be upset when she discovered my omission, but I was counting on her being so thankful that the threat was over that she’d easily forgive me. If not, I’d grovel and sex her up until she did.

We were five miles from where the Outlaws would be meeting. We didn’t know how long the meeting would last, so we planned to go to another spot found by Wire. It was a mile from the house. We’d go from there to where Grinder’s men were and wait. After Thacker III arrived, we’d give them a good fifteen minutes to get settled. Then we’d move in and take out the outer guards before moving inside. The game plan was to keep Thacker, the Outlaws’s president, Roach, and his VP, Slither, alive. We had questions for them. The information we’d get out of them would help bring down the whole operation. Thinking of the president’s road name made me roll my eyes. Who in the hell would want that moniker? They should’ve named him cockroach. Slither wasn’t as bad.

I was rechecking my equipment. After we eliminated all but the ones we planned to question, I’d be getting my hands dirty. I’d done it in the past, but typically, it was left up to Hulk to do a lot of the dirty work. This time, it was personal, and since they had harmed my old lady, it would be my pleasure to extract the data we’d need and to add some good old-fashioned payback on them. My only regret was the two men who took her originally and Leland wouldn’t be there. My favorite toy would love to have their blood on it.

Hearing a sharp whistle grabbed my attention. I headed over to where I saw the others were congregating. Standing on an old cement barricade was Agony. With him was Undertaker from the Patriots. He’d left the remaining three company owners in Virginia. They were working other jobs. Ben and Heath were with him, two of their operatives. Terror had sent us Viking and Blaze. Predator and Stalker returned from Hunters Creek after escorting my woman and Atticus there. Jinx sent Crow and Cujo from the Marauders. From Reaper’s Iron Punishers, we had Diesel, Gravel, and Riot. That left Wrath’s Pagans, who consisted of Fury and Nomad. All the clubs offered to send more, but we felt with our men, this would be enough.

“Listen up. We’re heading out now. I know it’s a little ahead of schedule, but I just got word. It seems Thacker was spotted and brought more than a bodyguard or two with him. There are six men with him. We don’t know what that means or who they are, but we want to be there before they arrive. And according to what was seen on CCTV, they’re likely to be there early. You all know your assignments. Watch your backs. Do your final check or whatever. We’ll be loading up and pulling out in ten minutes.”

I was already on the move to grab my bag before he was finished jumping down. I was more than ready to end this. I was the first in the truck I was assigned to ride in. It took control not to honk the horn and tell the rest to hurry the fuck up. In my mind, I went over what I would do to the bastard who dared have her touched and made the call to take her in the first place.

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