Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(49)

“What’s he so pissed about?”

“I’m picking saving a cop rather than saving my club.” The words are thick, and falling from my mouth with hesitation. I worked so hard for the club, spilled so much blood to get to where I am. I am putting years worth of goals and dreams at the bottom of the list to save a girl I never should have given a second look at.

I’m going to save a sheriff.

I’m going to save my ol’ lady.

I’m going to save the woman carrying my unborn child.

So, if Felix walks, f*ck him.

“I got your back, man. I’m in.” He nods his head firmly, and gives my back a friendly slap. The soft look on his face digs deep inside my chest. All I have ever wanted was to have my brother take my side, be here for me, and I for him. A bond. A family. A f*cking brother.

“You sure?” I ask, he owes me nothing and I’m still shocked he and his club want to help me.

He shrugs. “What’s a brother for if you can’t rely on him to help steal your cop girlfriend back from an insane family member who is part of the Mafia?” I laugh.

Lowering my head, I rub the back of my neck awkwardly.

“Thanks, man,” I whisper.

I take a deep breath, and get a hold of my emotions. I’m starting to feel like a bitch getting all soft over here.

“So, let’s do this,” Bull adds, blowing smoke through his mouth and nose.

With that, every member of the Devil’s Dust speaks up, all offering their help.

I follow the Devil’s Dust out of their club, bulletproof vest in one hand, a nine millimeter and a loaded .45 millimeter in my holster. They all chipped in to make sure my ass was protected, and I still can’t f*cking believe it. Looking over my shoulder, waiting for a prank to transpire, or a bullet to hit me in the chest.

“Why are you doing this for me?” I ask Lip as I clip my vest into place.

“It’s called brotherhood.” He shrugs, putting on his own vest.

“You were right, you know.”

“Right about what?”

“Not coming back to Vegas with me, that my club was nothing but savages.”

“Man, I just said that because—”

“Regardless, you were right. This right here, what you guys are doing for me I’ve never seen it before. In Vegas they would have killed me, but not before laughing in my face when I asked for help. This is…it’s something else.”

Lip pats me on the back. “Well, it’s not too late to switch things around.”

I nod. He’s right, if there’s any time to show my boys what a brotherhood should be and become the f*cking president I know I can be, it’s now.

Heading toward the bikes, Shadow points to the SUV.

“You two should take the SUV, we might need the extra muscle if we’re taking down a car with millions of dollars,” he suggests.

Swallowing hard, I head toward the black SUV with Lip as the rest of the Devils head towards their bikes. Adrenaline pounds through my veins that tonight is going to get messy.

Lip jumps in the driver’s side and I give them directions before we speed toward Vegas.

The whole time I’m checking my gun, making sure it’s loaded, and pulling on my bulletproof vest anxiously.

“You okay?” Lip questions.

Looking out the window I blow out a nervous breath. “Does it look like I’m okay?”

“Just try to relax, you can raise hell when you get there.” I nod my head in agreement, because raise hell is exactly what I plan to do.

“Give me the rundown, let me know what to expect. Where is the car with the money and shit?”

“There will be a black sedan with at least three men in it, and they’ll be armed to the teeth. They arrive at the back entrance where the armored truck takes the money for deposit, one of the men who helps load the trucks will take the marked bags and hand them off to one of the men driving the sedan. The pick-up is always on schedule…never late. What is today?” Taking my eyes from the window I look at Lip.

“Friday.”

“The truck will do its pick up right before the rush then, eight PM.”

“How do you know all this?”

“When I was sixteen I was the one loading the trucks. Dad made me.”

Lip’s eyes flick between the road and me. “Seriously? If you had gotten caught—”

“He would have killed me, I know.”

Lip takes in a staggered breath. “That’s not what I was going to say, I was going to say you would’ve done hard time.”

Trailing my gaze from the road to Lip, I pin him with a serious stare. “There’s more frightening things in life than doing hard time, it’s called family.”

Lip looks at the clock on the dashboard, the engine roaring with more acceleration.

“We’ll be there in a couple of hours, we’ll get the money, and then we’ll get your woman.”





CHAPTER FIFTEEN


Zeek



PULLING INTO VEGAS, I point at Uncle Frank’s casino. “That’s it.”

“So that is Uncle Frank’s famous Sin Casino?” Lip leans forward eyeing the building that is illuminated in red.

“Yep, that’s all his.”