Page 98 of Easy Steal

The piercing noise of it caught the attention of everyone who was on the road, and we took advantage. Dimitri whipped the rear end of his car around, cleaning up three bikes that had slowed to watch the wreckage as it happened.

We flew past the crash, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed what was left of the car. It was about half the size that it was, the speed at which he hit the wall had all but crushed his car completely.

We left King behind.

We didn’t know if he was alive or dead. But we had more important things to worry about. To destroy the Redliners, we couldn’t just take out their leader, because they would just elect another. The only real way we could end them for good, was to hit them in their wallets.

If we destroyed their source of income, we knew that they would have to retreat. The number of bodies on bikes had already been drastically reduced, enough that it would at least buy us time while they rebuilt their numbers.

It was the only thing giving them the advantage.

Now, that problem had been solved.

“Head to the warehouse.”

“What about the rest?” Dimitri’s voice popped up for the first time.

“We can deal with them there,” Antoni said.

We all pressed towards the warehouse, the men on bikes trying to shoot while they drove. There was another man zeroing in on Rome and Liv, and pulled up by the passenger side window.

My jaw clenched, and I saw Rome trying to swerve and get away from him as he drew a gun and aimed it through the passenger window where I knew Livie was sitting. I took a deep breath and pulled forward, pulling out my own gun and winding down my window. I aimed, but he was swerving all over the road to avoid Rome’s driving.

I let out my breath slowly, steadying my hand and taking the shot. My first shot missed, and he glanced over his shoulder for a split second and realised that I was on his tail. He took a shot through the passenger window, and I watched the glass spray into the air as it pierced through.

“Fuck,” I growled and took another shot, this time getting him in the middle of his back. He fumbled and the handlebars of his bike twisted and turned and he fell off, scraping along the gravel and tumbling behind us as we flew past him.

“Thank you,” a small voice came through the radio, and I didn’t respond.

I just let out a sigh of relief.

We eventually all pulled up at the warehouse, and the Redliners who were remaining on the bikes hopped off quickly to guard the doors to their precious product.

Antoni hopped out of his car, gun drawn, and was flanked by Angel and Dimitri.

I hung back, circling behind the boys and watching the movements of the Redliners.

“So,” Toni started, “who’s in charge now? Who am I talking to?”

“Me,” one of the bikers said, removing his helmet.

I shook my head and laughed as King wore a smug smile.

“I’m disappointed, Toni, I really am,” King put a hand over his heart.

“So am I,” Antoni scoffed.

“But I’ll also admit that I am impressed. Is The Family finally stepping out of the stone age and embracing technology? Because that,” he pointed towards one of the cars that survived, “was cool.”

Toni nodded once, his jaw tight.

He was not one to muck around, and it seemed King was enjoying their banter, because he continued.

“Who did it?” he asked, stepping closer.

“I did,” Toni spat, and King replied with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes.

“Oh, I highly doubt that. Maybe it was your wife?” he pointed at Rome using the barrel of his gun.

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