Page 86 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

When Crew came back through the door, his eyes held a gleam. He looked as guilty as fuck.

They all made kissing noises.

“Fuck off,” he growled.

“You never walk me to my car,” Finn complained.

“Anyway, back to business,” Crew started.

“Speaking of business… You’re giving it to her, aren’t you?” Finn pounded his fist into his palm. “You can tell us. We promise not to tell anyone else. It’ll be our little secret.”

Crew released a loud sigh.

“Why don’t we have security cameras around this place?” Torres wore a mischievous smile.

“Because it would come out of the MC’s funds and the club’s account is still at rock bottom after refurbing this building. We can barely scrape together enough money every month to keep the damn lights on and the water running.That’swhy we don’t have fucking security cameras. And you only want them to spy,” Crew accused Torres.

“Of course. We all do. Right?”

“Yep,” Finn answered. “We want to see you sucking face with our newest member.”

“I don’t suck face,” Crew muttered.

“Suck dick?”

“Why are you such a fucking child, Pippi?” Of course Crew had to add a childish nickname to his accusation.

“Nothing wrong with being young at heart.” Finn blinded everyone with a huge smile.

“Anyway, on a more serious note… After Fletch’s call, I’m now wondering if they have anyone installed in the other chapters.”

“I wouldn’t put it past them. La Cosa Nostra tends to be paranoid. I highly doubt they ever trusted an outlaw MC named the Deadly Demons,” Decker said. “Those two organizations aren’t best buddies, they’re business partners. Lots of business partners end up shafting the other.”

“All for the mighty dollar,” Nox mumbled.

“So, what’s our next step?” Finn asked. “How do we prepare for the fallout, J. Crew? Because we all know the Russos aren’t going to simply let it go.”

“I’ll let the AUSA know that they need to hurry the fuck up with these goddamn indictments.”

Torres blew out a breath. “Won’t happen. I have a feeling they plan on hitting the Demons with RICO charges. For that, a grand jury will take a while. Then add on trial time with endless ridiculous motions to dismiss or delay. With dozens of defendants, it’ll also take finesse and top-notch organizational skills.”

“You know Pam’s got the skills to keep shit organized, Torres,” Crew told him, “but time is the issue none of us can control. Not only do we want the grand jury to indict every one of those fuckers—or at least enough of them to scorch the MC to the ground—we want those charges to stick when it comes to the trials. Hell, we need the indictments tomakeit to trial.”

Decker nodded. “I doubt any of them will flip, either. They know that would be a death sentence.”

“True that,” Finn muttered. “And I agree… Time will not be our friend on this. What happens if shit hits the fan before the teams can go in and sweep them all up?”

Crew frowned. “Then we wait until the dust settles and see who’s left.”

“It’ll be a bloodbath,” Nox grumbled.

Decker shrugged. “No loss.”

Nox agreed. Those Demons needed to be removed from society in one way or another. It would really be a damn shame if it was a permanent removal.

“How much will the taxpayers save if the AUSA drags her feet, the Russos massacre that whole damn club and then the feds concentrate on taking down La Cosa Nostra instead?” Finn asked.

“If that happens,” Crew began, “less Sicilians will be strutting around Pittsburgh, too, since the Demons will fight back. The problem comes in with innocent bystanders getting caught in the crossfire.”

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