Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(37)

I can kind of see what Ash meant about it being hot when I see all four of them gathered together, ready for action. They all look sexy as fuck when they’re dressed to the nines in expensive suits and shit, but they look damn good like this too.

Moving as a unit, we pile into the car and make our way toward Cyrus’s club.

Priest drives this time, since Gage is busy in the passenger seat. He calls their hacker friend Harv and has him turn off the cameras in the parking garage under the club. This part of our plan has all been pre-arranged, even though there seems to be a little sass from the hacker that makes Gage roll his eyes and Ash snort with amusement.

Once we know for sure that the cameras are out, we drive into the garage.

“There’s his car,” Gage says, pointing to a sleek black car with a low profile parked in a special reserved spot. “Cyrus will be inside the club.”

“This is my time to shine,” Ash murmurs.

He tosses me a wink and slides out of our car once Priest parks. We get out to watch his back, but I mostly let the guys handle keeping an eye on things, while I keep an eye on Ash.

His skills with his hands come in useful here, and he pulls a little metal tool out of his pocket and crouches down by the driver’s side of the car.

It takes a few seconds of wiggling and squinting his eyes, but then the lock pops on the door, and he pulls it open. No one claps, but he sweeps a grand bow anyway, making me roll my eyes.

Still, I can’t help but smile. He’s skilled as hell at this, and that’s damn sexy.

Priest gives a satisfied nod and steps past him, moving in to do his part of this plan. He slides into the driver’s seat and fiddles with things for a bit, hot-wiring the car to get it to start.

“I could have done the hot-wiring,” Ash says, half talking to Priest and half talking to me. “But I didn’t want to outshine our boy Priest here. He has to have his part too.”

The blond man just grunts. A second later, the engine revs to life.

“Get in,” he says shortly, and we all do, getting in the car and then peeling out of the garage.

Priest drives like he’s got a purpose, taking us to another part of Detroit, and my stomach clenches with anticipation. The car slows down when we near our destination, and we all scan the street, looking for our marks.

There are a few people out tonight, walking along, making deals in dark corners or hurrying on their way to somewhere else. But we’re looking for someone specific, and we have to be sure.

“There,” Knox says after a few seconds. He jerks his chin up ahead. Two men are on the street, away from anyone one else. I’ve never seen them before, but Gage nods.

“Apollo, and I think his second in command. Perfect.”

“Perfect,” Knox echoes, grinning in his unhinged way. He pulls his gun and cracks the window enough to do what he needs to do.

We drive by the two men, and as we pass them, Knox shoots.





13





River





Apollo’s second in command goes down, crumpling to the pavement. I can’t see the spill of blood, but I can imagine it, standing out against the sidewalk even in the dark. Apollo reacts, yelling something we can’t make out and starting to run toward the car.

Knox fires off a couple shots at him, and then we peel out, driving away in a squeal of tires and the smoke of burning rubber.

Someone, probably Apollo, fires a few shots after us, but Priest expertly veers a little to one side, and the bullets graze against the back and side of the car, doing most of their damage to the car’s paint job.

“Did you miss Apollo?” Ash asks, twisting in his seat to try to look behind us and get a better view.

“Of course I fucking did,” Knox replies, rolling his eyes. “I know how to aim a gun. I hit what I want and miss what I want. He’s fine.”

Ash keeps looking, even as we get farther away. “And he definitely saw the car, right? Before we sped off like bats outta hell?”

“Yeah,” Gage says. “I saw him take a good look. He must’ve recognized it. He knows what Cyrus drives; I’d put money on it.”

“Good.” Ash nods, seemingly satisfied, and settles into his seat properly.

I can tell he’s nervous about all the moving parts of our plan coming together, and I don’t blame him. The last time we tried to pull off a plan on this scale, it blew up in our faces. Just thinking about it makes me swallow hard, and I push that thought away for now because we have bigger things to focus on.

I’m just as nervous as Ash is though, and it helps that Ash is right there, asking the questions that I want to.

“Back to the club,” Gage murmurs to Priest, and he nods, even though we all knew that part already. We all know the plan backward and forward at this point, but that doesn’t help soothe the growing feeling of nerves in the car.

We’re all tense and on alert, and it’s impossible to relax because we’ve only done the first part of the plan. It’s not over yet.

Priest drives the car back into the garage, parking it where it was in the special reserved spot. We all get out and strip out of our tactical gear, shoving it into the trunk of the car we first came in.

Now we all just look like regular club goers out for a night of enjoyment.

“Shame about the paint job getting all fucked up,” Ash says, giving Cyrus’s car a once over before we head out of the garage. “It’s a nice car.”