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“See? That’s the thing. I’m going to kill you if you don’t. But if you tell me where they are, I’ll let you walk free. I’ll even give you a head start before I go after them.”

“Th-they’re i-in a warehouse near the dock.”

“Here? In Atlanta?”

“N-no. A place in LaGrange.”

“What place?”

“It’s a carpet manufacturer. They’re cutting the drugs in the back and distributing to mules who’ll take them on to Nashville, Birmingham, Jackson, and New Orleans.”

“Why are you working with them? Kind of off-brand for white supremacists, isn’t it?”

“The money helps us start up new organizations.”

“So they can spread that shit far and wide.” Crow shakes his head.

“Alright. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I bend down and hack through the zip ties binding his arms behind the chair.

His brow furrows in confusion. “Y-you’re letting me g-go?”

“Said I would, didn’t I?”

“Th-they’re gonna kill me.” He glances at the rest of the boys and then back at me. “F-for giving them u-up, I mean.”

“Then I suggest you run.”

He takes off at a clip toward the door and I pull my gun from the holster. I aim at his back and pop off three rounds. He slumps to the ground, unmoving. I slip my pistol back in the holster and glance at the faces of my brothers.

“For a second there, I thought you were really going to let him go.” Saint walks closer and toes the dead man with his boot.

“I told him I’d give him a head start. I never said how much of one.”

Ruin laughs derisively and I step over the Nazi-loving fucker and exit the building.

The night is still young. The Bayou Bastard’s prez is still out there, and I’m just getting my second wind.

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