Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(23)

“What?” All three of us look at Sanders, stunned.

“They are targeting my wife and I want in.” I’ve never seen him this serious.

Ant looks at him, gauging to see if he really wants in. “If you’re sure of what you’re doi-”

“Yes, I’m sure. If I don’t then I’m waiting, I’m doing nothing and driving myself insane when I can do something useful and help. Might not be the best thing for my career, but at this point, that’s the least of my worries.”

“Alright. You’re in. You can stay for the meeting with Ray, friendly warning though, he hates cops.” Ant smirks and we all laugh.

“I figured that much. Surprised none of you jumped my ass.”

“We need you and you need us. Call it a temporary truce, well an ongoing truce.” Ant chuckles.

We keep talking for a while about random things, trying to keep ourselves calm. We only have three days to plan the Kings’ demise, we need to be incredibly smart and plan every single detail, the last thing we need is for this to backfire on us.

Ant managed to get a hold of Ray before the meeting to ask him about the Angels. Hopefully he’ll be able to work something out with them without blowing the cops’ cover, if that happened it would bring everything crashing down before we even get started.

Two hours later, Ray shows up with a guy I’ve never seen who’s wearing a different cut.

“Ray.” Ant greets him.

“Ant. This is Ric, the president of the Fallen Angels. He wanted to listen to what you had to say about what was going to go down. Who’s he?” He nods in the direction of Sanders.

“Cop that’s on our side. Kings have been threatening his wife for a while now, he wants in.”

“Are you sure about what you’re getting yourself into? This is not some cat and mouse chase, this is f*cking serious.” Ray asks Sanders.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. I don’t know how things are going to go down, but if it’s my time to go, I want it to be when I’m fighting against the f*cking *s who have been threatening my wife and made our lives a living hell. Like it or not, I’m in.” We’re all surprised to see Sanders stand up to Ray and even more so when Ray chuckles.

“Fair enough. You’ve got balls for a cop. I’m surprised. As long as you’re fully aware of what you’re getting into, then be my guest and join us. Just don’t hold what you’ll hear or see against us.”

“I won’t. I’m grateful enough that you are all helping me out, even if it’s more to help your own clubs, but still, I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“Good, now that it’s out of the way, let’s discuss this plan.” Ric and Ray sit at the table, gauging everyone.

“Sanders.” Ant says and nods at him.

“The Fallen Angels have a planned drug deal going on with the Kings in three days, right?” Ric nods once, confused. “I can’t tell you how I know but I do, and I know they are going to try to screw you over again. They want your territory so they can expand their club even more and make themselves unstoppable. They are planning to arrive late and do a drive by, they figured there wouldn’t be a lot of you going to such a minor exchange so a drive by would be the most effective way to take you out without taking any hits themselves.”

“Motherf*ckers!” Ric growls. “How do we take them down? I knew they were trying to screw us over, I just didn’t know how.”

“Since they are planning on arriving late, I’d suggest we all go there and have them surrounded. The area is in the middle of nowhere. We can hide in the woods nearby and wait for them just like we did last year, with the three clubs we’ll definitely outnumber them. Sanders, try to find out how many there will be so we can make sure we have enough of us to take them down.” Aleck suggests.

“I’ll do that. Sounds like a good plan. We’ll need to act fast if they are planning on doing a drive by.”

“We’ll manage. Don’t you worry about us, we’ve been doing this for years.” Ray smirks.

“Don’t tempt me to arrest you,” Sanders says seriously.

“Fair enough. A few members of each club should go, at least we’ll be able to trust each other if we really work together.”

“It’s not like we have much choice. We all want the same thing, the Kings gone and for that, we have to work together.”

“We will, don’t worry, we want them dead and our women back as soon as possible,” Ric says looking defeated.

“How long have they had them for?” I ask knowing all too well what he’s going through.

“Three weeks now. They won’t negotiate. We’ll get them back when all our deals with them are done. It’s their way to make sure we don’t screw them over, but since you said they were going to screw us over, I’m not sure they’re even still alive.” He sighs.

“I don’t know how, but we’ll find out if they are still alive. I promise.” I tell him, meaning every single word. He nods once.

We plan for hours, trying to cover every possible outcome. We know they don’t have many alliances so that’s in our favor, but it’s hard trying to figure out who would stand with them and who would be against them. It’s even tougher trying to figure out which clubs would do as ordered to save themselves from the Kings’ wrath and retaliation.