Page 51 of Outlaw
“Get him some water and stay with him,” I tell Dean as we arrive at the truck. Cole then sends me an update that everyone’s evacuated the buildings. When we first got here, I had every intention of ordering Tate to point that rocket launcher at Los Diablos’ clubhouse and leveling it to the ground. Vasquez is lucky that I have some compassion. I spare them the massive cleanup, and order Dean to let Tate do the honors on the shed we just got Bain out of. We manage to get out of there without causing a single injury, freed a prisoner, and sent Vasquez an important reminder.
Satan’s Saints MC has the smarts and the means bring the fire to Los Diablos any fucking time we want.
On our way back to our clubhouse, my phone rings. It’s a call from the Mongols MC President.
“Dean Roman,” I mutter into the phone. “I hear that you’re allies-for-hire now?”
“You know how this works, Corrigan. Every club has a price,” he drawls.
“Well, keep in mind how much you can lose because of me, not just what you’ll gain from siding with Giovanni.”
“We don’t scare that easy,” he replies.
“I want to hear you say that next time. There won’t be a warning like tonight. People might get hurt.”
“This isn’t over.”
“It is for now, you shady fuck.”
He must hear my message loud and clear. Roman puts me on hold for a minute, and when he returns to my call, his tone is different. “Look, I talked to Vasquez. Are you agreeable to a twenty-four-hour cease-fire as of right now?”
I smile. This is exactly what I wanted. “I can be convinced. Only because we want you to use the time to see that you’re on the wrong fucking side of this.”
Ending the call, I drive the rest of the way to our clubhouse. There’s still the item of figuring out who this Bain guy is before we head out to the first meeting.
Tate is leaning outside Axe’s pickup truck as I head through the parking lot. “Who the fuck is this guy?” he asks me.
“Help clean him up. He’s probably hungry too. We’ll find out soon enough. Don’t let him inside the club. No more outsiders.”
