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“We’ll go tonight.” He led us, tracing our path back through the loop toward the park bench. “You know,” his lips twitched into a half-smile, then faded away, “They won’t teach you this stuff in your college classes.”
I smiled. I had a feeling he was right.
CHAPTER 9
Axe
Brackston was an hour or so from the wedding reception, and though our cars were scattered, we were all within a few miles of each other. My brothers, including the newlywed and his wife, and a few of my men, were ready to take down Cannon. With the information I had provided, Derek and Wil were able to find the exact location of Cannon’s home, which was close to the Midnight Miles Headquarters.
One of my men had been tailing him. Cannon was consumed by work; he never went anywhere by himself, except home. If we got him out of the house by using a decoy, then cornered him, we could take him out by himself. Muro’s army would be forced to find a new leader, and would therefore be at a disadvantage, and more vulnerable, once we attacked them.
When we arrived, it was dark. The hills were shadowed on either side of us, the buildings popping up like black clouds. Demi bit her nails, staring out the window.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“Why would I be nervous?”
I thought about pointing out her tick but decided against it. What was she thinking? Was it about her father? I suppose it didn’t matter, but it was amusing to consider myself.
Cannon’s neighborhood was spread out. A thick wall guarded his house. To the side of the neighborhood, there was a peach tree orchard and a large, square-shaped community center that was under construction. From there, we looked at his place. Scaling the wall and standing in the darkness of his oversized patio wasn’t an option. There were likely sensors once we crossed into his territory. We needed him out of there.
Demi stood beside me, wearing all black. We had changed at the reception before coming here. I gestured toward Ron.
“You’ve got the coke?” I asked.
Ron patted his pocket. “Ready.”
I turned to the rest of the group. “As soon as Cannon steps onto the sidewalk, we shoot.”
“Got it,” Derek said.
The rest of us situated ourselves around Cannon’s home. Not many of the houses seemed like full-time living arrangements, so we peered from the shadows of the neighboring houses. Demi stayed by me in the frame of the community center. She had instructions to get in the car and drive like hell, should anything happen.
But nothing would happen. I wouldn’t let it.
Ron, in oversized clothes to make him seem smaller than he actually was, pressed the call button at the gate. He nodded at the security camera.
“A delivery from Muro,” he said. “Gift from the boss man.”
The gate unlocked, and Ron went inside. He had a microphone on him, so I listened in through my earpiece.
“Hey man.”
“What do you want?”
“Muro sent you this.” The rustling of a pocket. “To thank you for your hard work.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah. Says he should never take your skills for granted. But hey man, my car broke down.” Their feet shuffled as if he was pointing back toward the gate. “Can you take a look? I know nothing about cars.”
“You’re on your own.”
The door banged shut. A few seconds later, Ron walked out, hands in his pockets. He crossed the street and got into his car.
“All right,” Ron said into his mic, “Plan B. What’s the scoop, boss?”
All we needed was for him to get out of his house. If we went inside, Cannon would have the advantage, and it would be hard to attack him.
