Page 159 of Indecent Lies

Eliminate Grigori’s soldiers had been step one, make it so he was forever having to bring in new crew. That tied him up for a while.

Drain his funds was the biggest boon and Rider got a kick out of that part of their plan. Like taking candy from a moron.

But the biggest break was the plan they hit on in late night talks around this very table. Make it seem like Grigori was doing the dirty on his own kind.

The mafia take backstabbing seriously. As in you get dead.

A few well choice pieces of doctored evidence that went through the secret channels of thebratvaback in the cold country and Rider was finally granted a phone call with Alexei, thePakhanhimself. Maybe the old coot didn’t like Grigori because it took next to no persuading at all for him to give Rider the confirmation that no retribution would come if he killed his second in command.

It was the last piece Rider had been holding out for and after that, there was nothing stopping him.

He hadn’t intended to get shot.

Nor to be part of a set up where Grigori was using Texas either.

Lucky for all concerned, Charlie Timmons filled him in on Texas’ suicidal crusade.

For the first time in a long time, Rider took a slow inhale and felt some of his tension from the last few years drift away.

He smiled, listening to his men celebrating.

They needed their blowout party, that was for damn sure.

It had taken time, a lot of planning, too much waiting and patience, letting the asshole assume he had the upper hand over Rider’s MC.

But at every turn, they’d thwarted Grigori’s moves to earn money off their land.

Again, it was fortunate that Charlie had been the first cop on the scene.

He didn’t question Rider whether he’d killed the Russian, he wouldn’t want that secret on his conscience, but what the lawman did do was make it so that the Russian’s had turned on each other.

This shit might play on Charlie’s mind for a while even though they’d had the common good of their town in getting rid of the rancid poison.

His MC was about 90% legit but it would never mean Rider would sit on the same fence as the law, not all the way one percenters any longer and it was the way Rider liked it.

He was slogging his guts out for a better future for his family, for future generations, so the club never ended in the dirt again.

If he had to kill every fucking member of any mafia to do that, he would.

Never underestimate a determined club.

His club had risen to the top once more and would keep doing so.

It was Tag whose voice rose over all others as he knocked his knuckles on the table. His Prince Charming grin in full wattage as he declared. “One jackass down. One to go.”

Oh, yeah. Every man around that table agreed.

Grigori might be gone and the club home free, but there was still one annoying enemy left.

His shithole of an uncle.

Rex Marinos was next on Rider’s hit list.

And what that old man didn’t realize was, Rider was an excellent shot.

He’d put all his efforts into his recovery and seeing that his old lady brought their third baby into the world safely, especially now she’d agreed to wear his ring.

And then dear uncle fuck face would get his payback in full.

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