Page 82 of Lockout

No. I was going to have to limp my way back to the fucking car. I hated showing weakness. Pissed me off to no end.

He eyed me in a way that said he didn’t believe me. “Need some help?”

“No.”

Pyre dropped two bags at our feet. His eyes raked over me, critical and grim. “Pain meds are wearing off.”

It wasn’t a question. And since everyone could fucking tell, I didn’t bother to respond.

“What’s in these fucking things?” Smoke asked. “Bricks?”

Priest dropped a duffel and opened one of the bags Smoke was carrying. “Guns. Grenades. Ruck wasn’t fucking kidding when he said these assholes had some firepower. There’s a fucking fifty cal machine gun back there.” His eyes slid over to Hell. “Come help me grab it.”

They left together as Hush walked up and dumped four bags on the ground.

Smoke scowled at him. “You’re notthatmuch stronger than me. What the fuck are you carrying?” He unzipped one of the bags and let out an evil chuckle. “Oh, fuck yeah. I’m claiming one of these.”

They were filled with cash. We’d stolen so much from the two different crews that we were going to be lucky if we managed to load all this shit onto the jet and lift it into the sky. This was the second hit.

The first crew didn’t have as many guys. Most of their contribution had been technology. Rip was going to cream his fucking pants when he saw all the spy type shit we were bringing back for him. We’d pay Switch and Glitch in hardware if they wanted a piece of the pie, since they were helping us out.

This tech was like a nerd’s wet dream. I had no doubt they were going to want their cut in it versus cash. Though I’d happily give them either. We were keeping all the weapons. Though the fifty cal was a bit over the top. We couldn’t just rig that up to one of the cage rides and let Priest hammer at enemies the way kids did in video games.

The cops were bound to notice that. But I wasn’t leaving anything behind either. That would just get handed over to Hangman to be used against us.

Blinding pain ripped through me. Snarling, I punched Pyre right in the fucking face as he prodded at my leg.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, staggering back from me. “I’m trying to fucking help you. Goddamn.”

“You’re poking at me,” I growled. “Unless you’re giving me more meds, you’re not fucking helping. There’s enough cuts and shit on everyone else to play with, you don’t need to fuck with mine.”

“Mean fucker when you’re in pain,” he muttered. “I’ll get you more shit when we get back to the jet.”

I glared at him, daring him to touch me again. He made the smart decision and went to check on the others. No one had been seriously hurt.

I glanced down at the dead body to my right, eyes staring blankly at the sky. Well, none ofminehad been hurt anyway. I’d left most of Wyoming and all of Phoenix back at home, along with a couple of ours, Rip, Bear, Mel, and a few more.

It was too early for the LoS to have mobilized fully. Not even Hangman could move that fast. Our families were safe for now. But that was why I was doing this. I wasn’t sitting back and allowing them to get to full strength because then it would be a fucking grind to take them out.

I was going to fucking savage his operation from the shadows until he looked around and realized it was only him left and he wouldn’t have the numbers to do shit about it.

Grabbing a bag, I started making my way toward the vehicles. Wasn’t sure where Warrant had gotten them, but I was grateful for it. Last thing we wanted was to be fucking renting vehicles to bring to a slaughter. I could imagine the face of theperson manning the rental return as we rolled in with brains and blood splattered from bumper to bumper.

“I can get that, Lock,” Idaho said, grabbing the bag from me. He gave me the side eye and I knew he was debating on asking if I needed help.

Turning my head, I stared my twin dead in his eyeballs, silently daring him.

He shook his head and took the bag with him to the SUV and left me to get there on my own.

I wasn’t the best patient. Sitting around while I healed was like fucking torture. So, I hobbled my fucking ass toward the vehicles and scowled at everyone who offered their help. I’d just led the fucking charge against both these organizations, killing people left and right, and now they wanted to help me walk out of here.

Talk about a blow to the damn ego.

I didn’t bother to offer to help load all the shit. EvenIwasn’t that much of a dickhead. I just sat in the front passenger seat and let my guys take care of it.

Warrant was talking to whoever the fuck he’d gotten these rides from, letting them know we were leaving them at the small airstrip about twenty miles away. Thankfully we were far enough away from any larger cities so no one was even going to pay attention. We’d pay off the guys at the airport to look the other way as we loaded up our haul.

Although normally we would have just left Hell and Smoke to bullshit with the locals as a distraction while we tossed bags into the plane. It was amazing how distracting two chatty man-giants could be. I wasn’t taking any chances, though. I wanted this to be a clean break. And money would ensure that.

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