Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
SILAS
I planted my palms on the rugged table inside of Church. It was the middle of the day, but darkness still reigned in the windowless, cavernous room, the shadows barely broken by the faint glow of the chandelier that dangled from the ceiling.
Phoenix and Trevan were on either side of me as I angled toward the five Crows who had gathered on the opposite side.
Everyone remained standing.
Still itching and twitching with the violence that charged through their veins.
“Give me the details,” I demanded, voice hoarse.
Regan, lead of last night’s detachment, canted his head. Red hair wild and untamed by the wind.
A big, burly motherfucker who was as vicious as they came.
“Mission accomplished. As if you expected anything less.”
He set a briefcase onto the table and slid it my way.
Throat growing thick, I opened it. Stacks of cash were laid inside, just as we knew they would be.
“You count it?” I asked.
He gave a sharp shake of his head. “No. We got in, left them the way they deserved to be, and got out. But it looks to me like it will land on the five mil mark, exactly as anticipated.”
I gave a tight nod as I snapped the case shut and passed it off to Trevan before I asked, “How many men?”
“Five.”
“Any issues?”
“Job was clean, but we made sure to make it hurt plenty before it was done.”
Vengeance.
My blood roared with it.
“Good.”
“It’s the least we can do.” A smirk took to Regan’s face.
Air huffed from my nose, and my chuckle was razor-sharp. “Always know I can count on you. All of you.” I glanced at the rest as I said it.
Their eyes gleamed with the destruction they’d meted.
A bid for Hell and absolution.
“Rest up. We have a big job ahead of us, and I’m going to need everyone at their best.”
Regan roughed a meaty hand over his cheek, mouth tweaking at the side. “Resting up isn’t exactly what we had in mind, Prez.”
Laughter scraped free. Bloodlust usually led to lust. “Do what you need to do. Just be ready for when I need you.”
“We always are.”
They turned on their motorcycle boots, tossing open the heavy door. Each banged the heel of their fist on the threshold as they passed, chanting, “Born in chaos. Forged by iron. Sworn to vengeance.”