The Angels of Hell had always been slippery mother fuckers. Hated them with a goddamn passion.
“They’re anticipating the blowback,” I growled.
River nodded in agreement. “They’ve been evading us for a fucking month. Right now, we keep Reina protected.Nothinghappens to her again, do I make myself clear? She’s family, regardless of her ties to Sam or not.”
Sounds of agreement rang up around the table. River looked at me. “Got an idea,” he told me. “Want your opinion.”
I grunted and leaned back in my chair, suddenly wishing I’d grabbed a cup of coffee. I didn’t have the energy for the day. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“If I can get a location on a warehouse, I say we blow it.” I grinned. Nowthis, I could fucking get on board with. “They hit us where it hurts—one of our women—so we return the fucking favor.”
I nodded once. “Sounds as good of a plan as any to me.” And it would scratch the itch I had for destruction.
He nodded once and slammed the gavel on the table, adjourning church. I stayed seated, knowing he and I had some planning to do. Once the room cleared, River stepped out and grabbed his phone out of the basket before coming to sit back down at the table. He called up Joey and put him on speaker.
“What?” Joey grunted. I grinned. Someone was in a grumpy mood. But then again, Joeyalwayssounded like he was pissed off at the world. The only people he got the least bit tender for was Elaina, Antonio, Adelaide, and River’s kids.
“Need a favor.”
“Oh, boy.” Sarcasm was thick in his words. I snickered. River rolled his eyes at me.
“Can you get me a location on a warehouse closest to me that’s owned by the Angels of Hell?”
“Closest?” Joey asked, sounding surprised. “Not your style, River.” It sure as fuck wasn’t, but I hadn’t been surprised by his suggestion when he’d brought it up to me. River was tired of laying low, and he knew I wasn’t going to stand for that shit—not when I now knew what happened. He had to do what he had to if he didn’t want me going off the rails to take care of shit myself.
“My style isn’t having a club woman marked either, brother,” River drawled. I scrubbed a hand down my face, barely resisting flinching. I knew they weren’t speaking carelessly about Reina but fuck if it didn’t sound that way. “I want my message to come across loud and fucking clear. Can’t get my hands on the lot of them, so I’ll start knocking them down one by fucking one until they start to come crawling out of their hiding spots like the roaches they are.”
I could get on board with that.
“Let me get in touch with Alejandro.” Alejandro, the leader of the Mexican Cartel, was not one to be fucked with, and if there was anything to be found, he would find it. But I knew why River wasn’t asking him to dig up the Angels of Hell. Asking for something like that was like signing your soul over to him. If Joey did it, that was on Joey.
The line went dead. River looked over at me. “You’ll get your revenge for this shit, Sam. Just give me time.”
I stood up from the table. “Time’s ticking, brother, and my patience is wearing thin,” I warned him. He nodded once in understanding. He knew I wasn’t playing games with this shit. Games had never been my style, even growing up.
I liked action.
With that, I stood up from the table and left the chapel, going to check on my woman. I found her in the kitchen, one of the club girls helping her. They both turned to look at me. I pointed my finger at the nameless girl. Pretty sure she’d told me it one time, but every time I fucked them, there was only one face I ever saw.
Reina’s.
“You,” I snapped at her. “Out.”
“But—”
“Did I say it was up for debate?” I growled.
She quickly shook her head, lowered her gaze, and scampered from the room. I stalked over to Reina and lifted her onto the counter before yanking her to the edge so we were fit snuggly together.
I brushed my lips over hers. “How are you feeling?”
She trailed her fingers over the stubble on my jaw. “Distracted.”
I grinned, and she rewarded me with a soft laugh. “I need to get this dinner prepared. Takes a while to prep for so many people.” She surprised me with a kiss to my stubble-covered chin. I’d meant to shave since my blonde stubble didn’t match my dyed black hair, but I’d been too damn tired this morning.
“Got coffee made?”
She nodded. I stepped back, and she moved around the kitchen, making me a perfect cup of coffee. No sugar. No cream. Just pure black strong coffee. She always made me a separate pot, and I’d missed her making it. No one around here got it perfect like she did.