Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(37)
“Did Line f*cking send you on a mission or what?” I chuckle and shake my head. “Thanks Brother.”
“Anytime and no, she’s just right.” He shrugs.
“* whipped.” I mutter and we wait for the Kings to arrive.
We don’t have to wait long. The f*cking traitors were planning the same thing as us. They are here an hour early and go into their warehouse, taking their bikes with them to hide inside and probably attack the Angels when they least expect it. What they don’t know is that the whole f*cking place is surrounded by the Last Hangman, the Bastards from Hell and the Fallen Angels.
Ray smirks and throws a tear gas bomb through one of the only windows while we all get into position. Small groups spread all around the place to make sure none of them can escape.
It doesn’t take long for the Kings to come rushing out of the warehouse, coughing and blinded by the gas. Few of them are able to look up and see their fate. We don’t hesitate and immediately, we shoot at them, not giving them a chance to retaliate. There are about twenty of them, all of them falling down one after the other. A couple of them fire back, but they aren’t able to aim at us. The Angels unfortunately suffer a loss.
They are all dead but one. Ant, Ray and Ric walk over to him and kick his gun away.
“We need to have a little chat.” Ant smirks, clearly mocking him.
“I…I won’t say a thing!” The guy cowers.
“I wasn’t asking you to talk. I need you to listen to me. You’re going to go to your little friend Jared, and tell him the Bastards, Angels and Hangman are ready for him. Bring it.” Ant laughs seeing the guy pale. I would too if I were him. The Kings are huge, but us three together? They don’t stand a chance especially since we have a guy on the inside.
I look over to Sanders, who is dressed like us to blend in, it’s f*cking hilarious to see him dressed in leathers and our cut. I try not to laugh at the irony of a detective pretending to be in a MC. “You’re going to tell your chicken shit of a Prez to stop threatening my wife. I don’t know what he’s trying to accomplish or prove, but I know enough to shut your entire club down, along with a couple of his friendly charters. Tell him to watch his back. He won’t always have all of his minions to make sure his ass is safe.” Sanders spits at him. The man has balls and can’t stand those bastards either, proving his loyalty to us and to the Bastards and Angels.
“I…I have nothing to do with any of this!” the guy pleads.
“Like I give a f*ck. We are asking you to deliver a f*cking message, just like your sorry ass leader sent you here to give the Angels a f*cking message.” Sanders smirks. “Be careful kid, you’re still young, you can still get out of this. I would if I were you, pretty soon you are going to have a long kill list that will haunt you forever and put a target on your back.”
“Actually, no matter what he does, he’s dead meat. If he goes back and tells Jared what happened, Jared will listen but will kill him, if he tries to run away, he’ll kill him.” Ant shrugs. “You picked the wrong f*cking club kid. You should have come to us, at least all the women who come to us are willing and f*cking beautiful. We don’t have to steal them from other people to prove that we’re bigger and badder.” Ant mocks the Kings and most of us end up laughing. “Go on and go tell your badass leader we’re waiting for him.”
The kid scrambles up and rushes back to the warehouse to get on his bike and drive past us. I look at Ant and he nods at me. This is going to be f*cking chaos, way worse than it already is.
“What I said is going to add fuel to the fire, isn’t it?” Sanders asks Ant.
“Yeah, but it needed to be said anyway so don’t worry about it. Let’s go to the compound and discuss this. You never know who could be listening to us.” Ric chimes in and we all start to move the bodies inside. Fucking shame we have to burn all those bikes. Some are real stunners. Yes, I’m talking about bikes like I talk about women.
Two hours later, we’re all back at the compound, most of us in the Chapel while others are shooting the shit outside.
“What you said Sanders, will fuel Jared’s anger for sure, but it was bound to happen. If you hadn’t said it, someone else would have. I’m sorry, Ric, about your man. Wish it had happened without any casualties, but we knew what we were all getting into,” Ant says.
“Thanks man. Appreciate it. Ty was hot headed, it’s a surprise he managed to live this long. He went out how he always wanted to, taking down some f*cking Kings.” He chuckles sadly.
“A true Brother.” Ray nods along with the rest of us.
“We’re going to have to rely on what your man inside can tell us about what’s going to happen and when they are going to strike.” Ant says to Sanders. “We need to have the upper hand for this to work out in our favor, and when I say our, I mean all three clubs. Despite some of you not approving of the alliance, I’m glad it went down without any trouble. We need to stay focused and keep it together to make sure we can overpower them.”
“In the meantime, I’ll keep you guys updated as much as I can, both from my man on the inside and from the station. I know most of the cops are corrupt, but a few are trying to shut the Kings’ down too, but the local authorities are f*cking careful with what they do and how they do it. The Kings’ use wannabes or prospects to do their dirty jobs so it never falls on them. They are smart but we need to be smarter about the way we take them down. Y’all should keep a close eye on your women. It’s what they do. Their major play will be to attack our women to weaken us and make us lose focus.” Sanders says and a few grunts are heard.