Karma didn’t know what the targets were. She feared the parlor would be one of them. Living a few doors down, she asked if she and her daughter could stay at the clubhouse. A daughter none of us knew anything about.
The kid was the least of my worries.
My crew and I had bolted out the clubhouse to check on our businesses. We were too late getting to The Bullet before a bomb in a dumpster went off, putting a hole in the back of the building.
Lynx was furious. The bar was his baby. He’d stayed behind with some prospects when I got a call that a tow truck exploded at the club’s auto repair shop. The side of the garage was on fire when we arrived.
But now, we had two of the bastards in our grasp.
I grunted, driving my fist into the fucker’s ribs. Over and over, I took out my rage on the prick Ire and Dodge held up. We caught them preparing to torch the club’s Human Canvas Tattoo Parlor. It was a small victory.
There was no doubt in my mind they were Casso’s men after Karma described them to me. I was also sure I broke a few ribs.
“Where the fuck is Casso?” I clutched his throat, squeezing tight.
His eyes bulged. “Who?”
“Don’t play stupid with me. If you want to live, you’ll tell me where he’s at.” I squeezed his throat more, seething as I stared into his vacant eyes. He was prepared to die for Campbell. I’d be the man to put him six feet under. He wouldn’t see another day.
“Where’s Aspen?” he muttered, saliva dripping down his chin.
“Oh, so you are one of Campbell’s men. Good.” I cut my gaze to the other dude Copper had tied up. He was a younger guy. Seemed more afraid than the one I was beating on. “Are you going to be more cooperative?”
The scared pussy looked from me to his partner.
“Think it over,” I applied more pressure to the prick’s throat. He gagged, his eyes getting wider. Still not a drop of fear was in them. I removed my hand. Before he could take in a full breath, I snapped his neck.
Ire and Dodge let him crumple to the floor.
The scared pussy gasped. “Please.”
“Please what?” I stalked toward him. “If you don’t gimme something, that will be you.” I jerked my chin to his dead friend.
“I’ll talk. I’ll talk.” His voice quivered, body shaking.
“Good.” I clutched his throat. “Are there any more bombs?”
“No.”
“Where is Campbell?”
“South Dakota.”
This was way too easy. The kid must’ve believed I’d let him live. Stupid fool.
“How many men does he have?” I needed to know what the club was up against, so we could better prepare for war. Campbell was insane. The lengths he went to get Aspen showed his obsession with her. When a man was that crazy over a woman, he’d do anything to get her back. Including bomb the whole fuckin’ town.
“Sixteen.”
“Including you and the dead guy over there?”
He bobbed his head.
“Now he’ll only have fourteen.”
“What?”
Before he could utter another word, I broke his neck.