Page 65 of Jagger's Remorse
"Because I'm going to make sure they know exactly where to find Iron Veins' newest ol’ lady. I’ll put myself on a fucking platter."
"You're using yourself as bait," I realize.
"I'm using everyone as bait. Including you," she corrects.
"And Mel?" I ask, concerned.
"Will be Diego's priority. He keeps her alive as leverage until he confirms you're dead. That's when we move and get her out," she explains.
"Lots of variables," I point out.
"Lots of opportunities," she counters.
My phone rings.
Squirrel.
"Yeah?" I answer.
"Three Devils just hit our cook house in Exeter. Killed the guys watching the joint," Squirrel reports.
"Fuck," I curse.
"They're coming, Jagger. Hard and fast," he warns.
"I know. We're handling it," I assure him.
"We?" he questions.
"Me and Scarlett," I confirm.
"Your fuckin’ funeral," Squirrel says and hangs up.
"Cook house is gone," I tell her.
"Expected. They're testing response time. Seeing how scattered we are." She checks her weapons. "Diego confirmed. One hour, Riverside warehouse."
"That's not enough time—" I start.
"It's perfect. We get there first, set the stage. Three Devils show up during the exchange. Chaos ensues," she interrupts.
"And we walk away clean?" I ask skeptically.
"Nobody walks away clean from this. But maybe we walk away still able to breathe," she admits.
"Maybe isn't good enough. Not with Mel's life on the line," I argue.
"Then make it good enough. You're the VP. Lead," she challenges.
She's right.
Time to stop reacting and start controlling.
"Fine. We need four brothers. Best shooters. People who can follow orders without questions," I decide.
"Poncho's half blind," she points out.
"Still shoots better than most with one eye," I counter.
