Page 90 of Vengeance

“Yeah, they approached us and offered their help. They just got out of drugs and want to make a gun connection. Their leader, Dax, is on a bit of a rampage after losing his old lady. Grayson and Brock looked into them and found no connections to the Slashers,” TK says.

“They’re the ones coming shortly to find out what we decide,” Jennings says.

Psycho knows of Dax Hartman, and he knows the man would never have anything to do with the Slashers. “I’m gonna go call my contact. For the sniper plan, I’m a yes. With the RIO, I say fuck them. If we don’t have another supplier lined up, we’ll figure shit out. And for the Hellraisers, why not?”

He walks to the door as three knocks come. “Hellraisers are here,” Jennings says.

Psycho walks out of the room and nods to the men standing in the main room. “I’m making a call, but they’ll be out soon,” he says.

“Who wants a drink?” Lex asks and moves behind the counter. “Just so you know, I make them strong, and if you want something fancy, I’ll probably make it wrong.”

Chuckling, Psycho steps into the office and shuts the door to call Diego. The man became a friend when he was serving his prison sentence his father, the lovely man that he was, set him up to serve.

“Todd!” Diego’s loud voice fills Psycho’s ear.

“Hey, Diego.”

“How’s the President of the Drifters?”

The question surprises him. “You know about that?”

“You think I’m not gonna follow you and keep tabs?” he asks with a laugh.

That’s only a little creepy. “I need to ask you a possible favor.”

“What’s up?”

“We’re in some trouble with a rival-”

“Fucking Irish,” he mutters.

He really has been keeping tabs. “Yeah. We’ve got a plan in place, and if we’re successful, we’re going to end up making an exchange of sorts with the Slashers. If we’re not, I was wondering if you’d be interested in helping.”

“Am I gaining myself another enemy with the Russians?” Diego asks.

Psycho could lie. He could say no, but he doesn’t want to get caught in a lie with this man. Diego and his organization aren’t the type you want to get caught lying to. “Possibly. There’s a solid chance they’ll fuck us.”

“You know, taking down the RIO might just be what I need for my portfolio, if you will, but you know how it works. We’re even, so if I do you this solid, I need something from you.”

“What do you need?”

“I have a shipment I need help-”

“No drugs. The club has made it clear they want nothing to do with drugs. Sorry I bothered you, Diego, but I said I’d ask.”

“Wait,” he said and pauses.

For a moment, Psycho thinks the call dropped. “Diego?”

“Hold on,” he says. After a few more moments, he says, “I have another favor you could do me.”

“No drugs?”

“No drugs. I need a problem taken care of.”

For fuck’s sake. “What kind of problem?”

“We have a guy named Charles Helmer who escaped us and went back into the States. He’s in California, and he needs to be taken care of.”

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