Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
SMOKE
“You all know the plan?” Locke asks us as we stand around waiting for our time to attack.
After I ended Evander, I went back to the club and called church. This was not something that I could keep from my Pres and my brothers.
Locke and Sniper were pissed at me for going at it alone, but Pres nodded to me, knowing that I needed to do it, plus, the opportunity was there in front of my face.
There was no way I was going to give that up.
They understood in the end that anyone of them would have done the same if their woman was touched by this fucker.
Tote decided as President that we needed to step in and end Evander’s organization. So, Locke and Sniper went into action, and we planned tonight, to end this shit once and for all.
“Do not get dead, brothers.” Intel grins at us, holding his two guns up, ready for a fight.
I have my own two guns, but I also have my blade that is tucked safely away, ready to be used on these cunts the same way I used it on their boss.
“Stay safe, boys,” Jericho calls out as he walks around the side of the warehouse, where we know Evander’s henchmen are meeting to form a plan to figure out who the fuck killed their boss.
Cracking my neck from side to side, I let the bloodthirst take over. There is no way I will leave any fucker alive if there is a chance they will blame Taya and her brothers. They all need to die, and they will tonight, but Locke being the fucking best SAA there is and Intel with his computer whiz shit, we are setting up another crime family who will hopefully get killed or arrested.
I look behind me, seeing Sniper, and he nods his head, telling me we are ready to go.
Slipping through the old rusting fire exit, I hear voices, although they are muffled, and I can’t make out what they are saying. Inching closer, I see three men sitting around, smoking at a table with glasses and amber liquid already in them.
They have just lost their boss and now they aren’t even showing one ounce of grief or anger at his death.
Clearly his men did not have that much loyalty to him.
“What is taking those motherfuckers so long?” Suit One asks, sitting onto the floor, then sucking on the cigar in his mouth.
Another one checks his watch. “They are on their way; they said there would be here in twenty. Then we can go over this shit and work out who the hell is taking over Evander’s territory.”
There is some murmuring, but I cannot make out what they say.
“The territory will go to the Maynard family. But they will want to find out who killed him first, even though they get what they have wanted for years,” one of them adds.
Looking down at my watch, I see that we have just over thirty minutes to end this and get the hell out of here.
“Let’s do this, brother.” Sniper nods with a smile on his face that would make most men run, but me, I love having this crazy fucker on my side.
Pushing farther into the room, we step closer, keeping quiet. As much as I want to drag out their deaths for all the hurt and pain they have caused, I just want them dead, so I can tell Taya and her family that they never have to worry about Evander or his men again.
“Who are you?” One of the men spots us moving in.
“We are the men who will be sending you to hell, motherfucker.”
He smirks, reaching for his gun, but I am faster.
Pulling the trigger, the bullet hits him in the chest, sending him flying to the floor. Sniper takes out the other guy, while I inch my gun to the left and fire again, hitting guy number three, my bullet lodging in his thick skull.
All three men are on the ground, two dead but one gasping for air as he bleeds out on a dirty warehouse floor.
Stepping over to him, he looks up at me with wide, fearful eyes, and the sight makes me grin.
“You scared to die?” He nods and goes to speak but I stop him. “Can you imagine how all of your victims felt then, fucker? Everyone’s scared of dying at the hand of a piece of shit, who only fights with guns because he was told to do it like a little boy. I am not going to drag this out, I have a very sexy woman waiting for me at home.”
Aiming at his head, I pull the trigger, sending a bullet into his skull.
Looking over to Sniper, he looks at me like a proud dad, which is wrong on so many fucking levels. Sniper is kind of messed up in the head. The Army fucked him up good, but over the years, I have seen my high school friend come back to me.
Rich kids doing commoner things do not look good on wealthy family names, but Sniper and I could not give a flying fuck about our families.
“We need to move.” I nod, following behind him, looking for more fuckers to end.
Clearing room by room, I hear gunshots go off, then cries of pain, which only fuels my own need to kill.
“Oh fuck,” Locke calls out in pain.
Moving into a room, I see two dead suits, one slouched in a chair and the other on the floor.
Locke is standing there holding his arm, blood seeping between his fingers, and the look on his face is a mixture of pissed but also annoyance.
“You good, brother?” I chuckle.
“Do I look good? Fucking hell, man, my Ol’ Lady is going to pitch a fit when she sees me. She is always on me about not getting hurt,” he gripes.
I love the relationship that he and Lottie have; it makes me think of Taya and the kind of relationship we have. One that will last a fucking lifetime because that woman is never leaving me.
“Can you still shoot?” Snipe asks, still in kill mode.
His eyes scan the room, always looking for an exit or enemies. This is why he is the best Enforcer you will ever see.
Locke nods. “Yeah.”
The three of us move; Sniper in front, then Locke and me pulling up the rear. We all use our military training when we do jobs like this, it comes at an advantage.
Checking room by room, every now and then a gunshot goes off and I can only hope that Locke is our only injury.
“THREE KINGS CALL OUT,” I hear Tote’s voice.
“Sniper, Smoke, and Locke are good. Locke took a bullet to the arm but is good,” Sniper replies.
My brothers each call out, and thankfully, Locke is the only one they got the drop on, and we are going to rib this fucker for days to come and he knows it.
Locke rolls his eyes, before we join the other brothers of the Three Kings MC.
“All dead?” Pres asks.
“We got three,” I inform him, and he nods.
Each of the other brothers tallies up their kills; it makes my fucking heart soar knowing that these men have my back no matter what. They know Taya is mine and by extension her family and the farm.
I need to claim her in the eyes of her family, that will be happening very fucking soon.
“Alright, brothers. This deserves a night of drinking and fucking. Let’s go home,” Crow announces with a big ass grin on his face.
“Jericho, burn it to the ground, brother,” Pres tells him, so he nods and walks off, doing his job.
“Smoke, you need to go and see Taya. Let her know that she and her family are safe; the club protects their own. You know her better than anyone, so tell her what you think she can handle, but knowing her the way that I do, I think she will handle it all.” Tote slaps me on the back and walks to his bike.
We all mount up and fire up the bikes, waiting on Jericho.
Smoke starts to bellow out of the windows, to which we all call out, cheering and whistling fill the night air. Jericho runs toward us, climbing onto his bike with a stupid wide grin on his face.
“You look like a kid with his hands on the tits, brother,” Crow calls.
Jericho nods. “Tits are far better than this, brother. It will burn, Pres.”
We leave, pulling away in formation. Checking my watch, I see that we did our bidding with ten minutes to spare, so everything went to plan. The only plan I have now is going to my woman and getting balls deep inside of her for the night because tomorrow, I need to fill her and the family in on what was done by me and the club.