“Sometimes I wonder if I was drunk for our whole relationship,” I sneered sarcastically.
“One of my brothers is quite fond of her,” Slider commented with a forced smile. He looked down at his bare wrist. “I’d be expecting them any time now.”
As if he had summoned them himself, gunshots rang out loudly from outside.
Slider grinned widely, his chest heaving with the effort it was taking for him to just breathe. “Have you got big balls? ‘Cause you’re gonna need them.”
I could tell Isiah was agitated by this little piece of information.
“Starting a war before our business together has even begun, Simon?” he accused, taking a step toward Simon.
“They’re not a problem,” Simon ground out, obviously in a lot of pain.
“It seems like they’ve become a problem,” Isiah snapped.
The doors to the barn all slammed opened simultaneously. Simon’s goons spun toward the invaders, holding their guns as if they were prepared at any second to start shooting. Men in club cuts appeared in the doorways, and I suddenly felt as though I had inhaled a breath of fresh air.
Simon pushed off the wall, stumbling forward as Isiah seemed to step in the opposite direction. I couldn’t help but smile as Judge walked confidently through the double doors, Leo flanking his right side and Skins on his left.
Leo’s eyes watched me, grazing over my body as though he was ticking off a list in his head. When he finally reached my eyes, he gave me a sharp nod, as if confirming I was fine but I could tell he was still tense. Slider and I were standing in the middle of a possible war zone, we were far from safe just yet.
I looked around the barn, members of both the Brothers and Satan’s Sanctuary stood in the different entrances, shoulders back, fully armed.
Simon’s men backed away, their eyes flicking toward him as if looking for some kind of guidance. They had numbers to almost match the brothers, and if the shooting began, it would quickly turn into a blood bath.
“It’s over,” Judge stated loudly, his voice calm and full of authority.
Simon clenched his teeth tightly together, his eyes flicking to each of his men before returning to Judge. “You can’t do this,” he spat.
“You forced my hand,” Judge growled back, pointing at Simon accusingly.
“Satan’s Sanctuary will have a target on their backs. Every criminal enterprise you’ve ever dealt with will be hunting you down.”
Judge laughed unexpectedly, and my heart stuttered.
“Funny, because as of this moment, Satan’s Sanctuary is no more. The members will disappear as though they never existed.”
I gasped. Oh shit. It was over.
They were shutting down the club.
With the shit that Simon had buried himself into, it was no longer safe for them. Their cover was blown.
Judge moved closer, one of Simon’s lackeys stepped back, moving out of his way.
I saw the realization hit my ex-husband. It was awkward and tense as Simon bared his teeth in a smile. The smile of a man who was finally beginning to understand that he’d screwed up.
“You got to them,” he stated as he watched his men slowly back away.
Each for their own. He was no longer calling the shots, and they were ready to flee.
I felt Slider move closer to me, one of his hands curling around my arm. I leaned into his body, seeking his comfort and reassurance that we were going to get out of this alive.
Simon was outnumbered. He’d made too many mistakes, and now he was about to pay the price. Unfortunately, while the odds were now in our favor, Simon was still a federal agent. They were trained for high-pressure situations and taught to never back down. He would fight, I knew it.
“We realized that you didn’t want anything more to do with the FBI,” Leo stated, moving up to stand next to Judge, glaring at the man who had made the last few weeks a living hell.
“FBI?” Isiah roared, his body moving toward Simon as though he was going to strike out. His man held him back, inching him slowly away from the chaos that was about to ensue.