Page 64 of Jagger's Remorse
"Until you're done with me," I confirm.
"And if I'm never done?" she asks softly.
"Then I guess we'll burn together," I answer.
"Romantic," she observes.
"Practical," I correct.
My phone buzzes.
Text from our scouts.
The Three Devils MC are moving.
"Shit," I curse.
"What?" she asks immediately.
"Three Devils. They're moving," I inform her.
"Of course they are. Blood in the water brings all the sharks." She grabs her jacket—my jacket, technically. "How long?"
"Hour, maybe two," I estimate.
"Not enough time to deal with Diego first," she calculates.
"So we handle both," I suggest.
"Both?" She laughs. "You want to take on a Sinaloa enforcer and a rival MC at the same time?"
"You got a better idea?" I challenge.
"Actually? Yeah." Her smile goes predatory. "We let them find each other."
"What?" I ask, confused.
"Think about it. Diego's expecting me to deliver your corpse. Three Devils are coming for revenge. What if they arrive at the same place?" she explains.
"They'd kill each other," I realize.
"Or weaken each other enough for us to clean up the mess," she confirms.
"That's..." I trail off.
"Brilliant? Insane? Exactly what Diego taught me?" she offers.
"I was going to say cold," I finish.
"Baby, you haven't seen cold yet," she promises.
She pulls out the burner, starts texting.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Telling Diego where to meet. Old warehouse on Riverside. Isolated enough for violence, central enough that Three Devils will track us there," she explains.
"How do you know they'll track us?" I question.
