“As soon as I rest up, we’re close to blowing the lid off some important shit.”
The words filled her with dread. All of this would be coming to a head soon and she wasn’t sure what the outcome would be.
Chapter Six
Demon pulled himself from bed, reluctant to leave the pliant body draped over him. The warehouse had been full of weapons, answering the question of why now. They wanted to take over the gun trading business and knew between Los Calaveras and Dueling Devils, the game was on lock. He knew how the game went. You came in, fucked up enough people to pass along the message, this will happen to you if you resist. Then you claimed new territory. Not on my watch, fuckers.
He forced his aching limbs out of bed and moved to get dressed. Each article of clothing felt like a piece of armor as he prepared to go to battle. Dressed in all black, he slipped on his boots, laced them quickly and walked over to the edge of the bed. “Baby, I gotta go.”
“NO.” She grumbled.
“Yes.” He kissed her lips. Love you. He mouthed the words against her lips unable to say the words out loud…He waited and held his breath.
“Love you too,” she mumbled, rolling back over.
His heart sang and he pulled away, satisfied with the way they were leaving things. When she woke up, she’d probably ask herself if she’d been dreaming or not. Chuckling, he left the room and went to say a silent goodbye to Harley and Rocket. Five minutes later, he was out the house and on the road.
The sun rose in the sky, turning everything red with orange tints. I sure as fuck hope this isn’t an omen. He reached the fall back location they used when shit got too hot at the club. The grey brick building sat on the outskirts of town and looked damn near abandoned. The gate was pulled back by a bleary-eyed Jumpy.
“You been up all night?” he asked.
“Yeah, on watch.”
“I’ll have someone switch you out man. You look beat to shit.”
“Yes, Pres.”
Seeing the ADHD man sluggish was actually kind of frightening. Demon shook his head and drove behind the building, parking in the back with the others. They tried to keep things low key out here. He pushed open the door and spotted Lefty at the bar nursing a mug.
“What’s the news?” Demon asked.
“They’re on the move, gathering up guns. For what we don’t know,” Lefty reported.
“Good, they’re shaken. We probably upped their D-day. Everything quite at the club?”
“Not even any suspicious drive bys to indicate they’re casing the place.”
“That doesn’t seem right.” Demon frowned.
“Maybe we’re fucking up something else entirely,” Hack interjected.
“Explain,” Demon said walking over to where Hack sat with a pair of headphones.
“They have a deal set up to trade guns with some contractors from their old town. They think it was them last night, trying to double cross them and steal there shit, so they’re moving it all to a secure location they haven’t been to.”
“They couldn’t get anyone in town to deal with them, so they went back to one of t
heir old contacts.” Demon shook his head. He came over to stand behind Hack and watch the movement on the cameras they’d set up. “Do you know when they’re going to move everything?”
“No. They’re arguing about it. Louis wants to move it now, but the other guy doesn’t want to do it in broad daylight. He thinks it’s too risky.”
“Stay on that channel. I want that location. I want to leave a little surprise for them. If we get rid of the Sidewinders, we’ll solve the contractor problems. They won’t stay without backing and shit will be too hot for them to linger.”
“I agree,” Lefty spoke up. “Contracting is all about profit. They could give a fuck about loyalty.”
“Once we know the location, I want our boys out there, wiring the place up.”
“You going to blow it up?” Lefty asked.