Page 3 of Diablo
“Fucker is the Prez of the Cutthroat MC in Vegas; it’s a new MC that he established. He wants to patch over, and it’s not a bad idea to have a chapter in Vegas. But we need to vet them and do the DNA,” I hum, tapping my fingers on the table.
“Spy, look into the Cutthroat MC in Vegas and all of the members. As soon as we have more details on the sister, we will look into her,” Prez hums nodding.
“Will do,” Spy says, tapping into the tablet.
“I’ll extend the invite to the Cutthroat MC when we’re ready. Slash, I want you to be ready to take the DNA tests,” Demon says, leaning back in his chair.
“Will do,” Slash hums, nodding.
He’s the MC’s Doctor and was trained in the Marines. He’s damn good, and we provide everything he needs.
“We have a run to make, and it’s the first one dealing with the Italian Mafia, Capo Mazza. I want you to be alert. Mazza has a questionable record, such as treacherousness. But the Capo ispaying good money for the guns and AK-15, and his Don Sica is backing it,” Demon says, grabbing the gavel.
“So, I’ll be texting the Brothers that will be on this run. I want the shipment ready,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Church is over! Satan Warriors power,” Demon yells, hitting the gavel on the wood.
The Brothers yell.
“Riding till we die!”
I grab my cigarettes from the inside pocket of my Cut, pull one out, and light up. I take a drag of the cigarette, inhale deeply, and release the smoke. I stare at the Brothers moving the crates to the cage, the MC’s black van.
“Hurry up! We need to search the area.”
The Brothers move quickly and finish moving the crates.
“Done,” Viper says, standing next to me.
“Fuckingtastic. Let’s get gone.”
I throw my cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. I lift my chin when my Brothers Fiend, Menace, Sin, and Viper get into the cage. Maniac, Lethal, Shadow, and I get on our bikes. We pull onto the road, heading down the back roads to the exchange location. We’re a few minutes early, and we check it out. It looks clear; the sound of the cars on the freeway covers any sounds that we make. The underpass is dark, and trees surround the area. It's a good place for the exchange.
A few minutes later, a black car drives down, followed by an SUV, parking next to the cage. A tall man gets out of the car, pulling at his white shirt cuffs. He’s wearing a suit and fancy black shoes.
It must be Mazza.
Fucking penguin strutting around. His men get out of the SUV, standing behind him. Mazza walks over and stands in front of us.
“Mazza,” I hum.
“Diablo, let’s get this done,” Mazza hisses, lifting his chin.
“The money.”
“Ammo.”
“Check it out,” I hum.
We spread out with our Glocks, ready to kill the fucker. We watch Mazza walk to the cage.
Viper opens the cage's back doors and steps back. Mazza opens the crates and looks at the ammo.
Mazza raises his hand, and a tall, heavy man in a black suit walks up with the black bag.
My Brothers Fiend and Shadow grab the bag and start counting. It takes a few minutes to count the scratch.
“All good,” Shadow grunts.
