Page 55 of Outlaw
Silas
Islamthe half-empty bottle on the table and pull up Dean Roman’s number on my phone.
“Twenty-four-hour ceasefire, my ass,” I roar into the phone when the Mongols MC President answers. “You fuckers are going to pay.”
“Why the fuck are you calling me, Corrigan?”
“That was your men and some of Los Diablos’ pricks who just fucking hit our club! Again!”
“When?” Roman demands.
“Two seconds ago.”
“I never sanctioned it. And it can’t be Los Diablos either. Vasquez is right here having a drink with me.”
“We saw their patches. I don’t care if they went around you or have a side deal going with the Italian mob. I’m coming after both of you.”
Hanging up, I bolt downstairs, vaguely aware that Sabrina’s following behind me. “Stay away from the windows and doors,” I tell her.
A few men from the Texas charter are outside returning fire on last of the cowards who just attacked us. I’m ready to get out there and put a hole in the back of the heads of each and every one of these pricks. More of my men gather behind me at our main doors. They’re just as eager to confront whoever’s out there, wanting blood, waiting to engage.
I shove open the door, and that’s when I see her.
Fuck.
Why the hell did Cindy choose to drive over here now?
“Ma? Are you okay?” I bound down the front steps and drop to the ground beside her. Then I see the blood near her neck. “I’ll kill every single one of these motherfuckers. You’ve been shot!”
Axe gets to her other side and checks to see where she’s been hit. “It’s a through and through. Upper shoulder. She’ll live.” He looks behind us and orders some of our guys to cover us as we carry her inside for one of the members with nursing experience to look at her. While they check her over, Axe pulls me aside. “They’re gone. Cole and Dean left on their bikes to follow them.”
“Good.”
“And Cindy’s wound isn’t a random shot. You heard the gunfire. They shot out a few hundred rounds before we got outside, and she just got one shot in the arm? She’d be riddled with bullets by now. Not that anyone wants that.” He shakes his head. “Boss, this is definitely someone sending you a message.”
“You really believe that?”
He nods. “It had to be a sniper. They targeted her, shot her once, and all the rest of that noise outside was just a distraction. Has to be. I just need a few minutes out there to listen. Their weapons make a distinctive sound. Or I can just draw them out.”
“No one would want to shoot my mother.”
“That’s the point. It’s about intimidation and sending a message. “I’d like to send a reply to those gutless fucks for targeting Cindy like this.”
I head over to Cindy again. “Ma, did you see who they were before they took off?”
“Los Diablos and Mongols,” she groans. “I’d recognize their gear and patches anywhere.”
“Vasquez and Roman completely denied their involvement just now.”
“Hired hands. Simple as that.”
“Bring the truck around, Axe. We’ll take Cindy, Sabrina and Bain out of here.”
Sabrina steps up to us. “Did you just mention someone named Bain?”
I can’t hide my surprise as I shoot her a glance. “You fucking know him?”
“He’s my best friend. Jordan Bain. He’s been missing for weeks. Well, not missing. Taken.”
