Page 67 of Demon's Angel

Mo glares as she passes me, but she’s been an old lady long enough to understand. She pauses to hiss, “You bring my daughter-in-law back.” In return she gets a roll of my eyes; as if I’m going to do anything else.

Drummer lithely jumps up onto the bar, his loud voice bellowing, “Get chairs, drag up tables, anywhere to sit your asses down.”

For a moment the main sound is wood scraping against wood, but at last there’s a double row of men circled around. A few remain standing, mostly from my chapter, like me too agitated to sit.

“Cad?” I waste no time.

“It’s moving. I’m tracking it. Seems like she’s in a car.”

She’s been driving all this time?

“Looks like it might be a circuitous route in case we were following, but it’s only the other side of Pueblo.”

The room’s gone silent. Cad’s voice is the only one. Suddenly he exclaims loudly, “Well, fuck me, it’s stopped. They’re not being shy about it. She’s fucking at the don’s house.”

Thank fuck for that tracker.But, Lucio’s house? That’s not what I expected. At least we know where she is.

“You know the place?” Drummer butts in.

“Hell, Thunder and I were there last week. Yeah, we know it, Drummer.” I bend my head; my fingers find my nose. “It’s well-defended, but there are weak points to attack. And, of course, we have the numbers.”

“Need explosives?” Pyro asks. “Got some C4 in the shop. Want me to get it?”

I glance at Hell, then look back to Pyro and nod. “Yeah. We may need to blow the gates.”

“Or a distraction would be good,” puts in Thunder.

“You know how many guards he’s likely to have?” Drummer snaps.

I think back to what I remember. “Half-a-dozen, I reckon. But if that’s where he’s holding Violet, he may have brought in more.”

Hellfire’s frowning. “Why there? I would have thought Angel would have taken her to one of his properties. Wouldn’t have expected Lucio to be involved in this.”

“He wants his grandson, so presumably he’d help. They don’t know we’re able to track her. May assume we’d think it’s the last place we’d look, and that we’d waste time chasing our tails all over the city.” Which is what we would have been doing, had she not been wearing a tracker. Thank whatever god is watching over us for that.

“What are we waiting for?” Snatcher pulls yet another bloody rag away from his head, seeming unfazed that his wound has not yet scabbed over.

My phone rings. I take it out, not recognising the number. Drummer’s hand covers mine. “If that’s him, mind your words, Demon, mind your words. We need to maintain that element of surprise.”

Of course we do, but the reminder to be careful keeps my head sharp. I raise my chin, then accept the call.

“Demon.”

“This is Angel.”

I put the phone on speaker. “Angel. I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

The room is so silent a pin dropping would seem loud. “Oh, have you lost something?”

“You fuckin’ know I have,” I growl. “I want my wife back.”

“So careless to lose her on your wedding day.”

“Cut the crap, Angel.”

“I want the baby, Demon. I’ll exchange your woman for the kid.”

“Not going to happen, Angel. And if you harm one hair on her head…”

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