’ t believe how damn
lucky he ’ d gotten when he
parked the motorcycle next to the large rock. From the angle of the car and the
motorcycles, nobody would see a thing.
The riders took their helmets off
and Jake gritted his teeth.
It was Pitt and a guy named Petey.
Petey was the money guy of the MC and Pitt was just a chunk of muscle and
nothing else .
The window to the black car went
down and Jake almost wished for a weapon to be pulled. Instead, they all shook
hands. Pitt gave the driver of the car a piece of paper and the driver handed
Petey a wad of cash.
They were talking to the cartel.
They were crossing on Rusted Devil MC.
It made more sense now how and why
the cartel were able to attack the way they did. Normally, the cartel would
make a deal and honor it. Or they ’ d
find a different way to bleed a club or crew dry. To just come in and attack
took skill, balls, and it took information.
Jake watched the information
exchange hands.
They talked, laughed, and everything
was normal.
Jake ’ s
distance was too much to hear anything. But the image was very goddamn clear.
And it put Jake in an even worse position. He was no better than these guys,
right? He was lying to the MC. He was undercover from a rival club. But he wasn ’ t trying to hurt Rusted Devil.
He was trying to help.
At the same time, what would happen
if he told Apollo or Kami about this? He didn ’ t
have a leather cut and he was going to try and rat out two guys?
There wasn ’ t much time though. With information being passed
around, it would be only a matter of time before the cartel struck again. Maybe
the next time would be the last time. Then Keira would be hurt or taken captive
or killed.
No matter, it felt like the ending
result was going to be a losing one.
Jake watched and saw everyone shake
hands again. Petey then grabbed Pitt ’ s
shoulder and squeezed. The black car slowly rolled away and picked up speed.
Once out of sight, Pitt grabbed Petey by the shoulder. Pitt was more than twice
the size of Petey. He shook the little money man and laughed.
They were laughing while their club
was dying.
Motherfuckers.
The two then got on their
motorcycles and rode away.
Once they were out of sight Jake
had to hurry. He climbed on a motorcycle that wasn ’ t his. He started and darted out to the road,
leaving a small dust cloud behind him. All he could do now was prepare and
hope. He hoped Gaige - or someone - would get his note. He hoped he could win
the goddamn fight at the snake pit . He hoped he could really help Rusted
Devil MC get out of this mess.
All before bodies started dropping
again.
*
Jake followed Apollo.
They parked their motorcycles near
the front of … whatever
the hell this was. It was a wide open desert. Nothing but a few random
shrubs. Nothing on the horizon and nothing against the horizon except where it
met with the sky.
“ We
park here in case we have to run, ” Apollo said. “ We ’ ve had shootouts here. ”
Jake nodded.
Back Down Devil had experienced
plenty of shootouts. Christ, he remembered a time when Gaige left a shootout
with a woman. Her best friend had been shot and killed. The woman fell in love
with Gaige and now they were damn near attached at the hip.
They took a few steps and then
Apollo put a hand out and stopped Jake.
“ What? ” Jake asked.
“ This
isn ’ t a joke, ” Apollo said.
“ I ’ m not laughing. ”
“ We
won ’ t wait for you, ” Apollo said. “ We ’ ll
shoot for you. We ’ ll try to
protect you. But if something goes wrong, we won ’ t
negotiate for you. ”
“ Got
it. ”
“ You
need to go after this guy with speed. ”
“ Don ’ t tell me how to fight, ” Jake said.
“ Hey, ” Apollo growled. “ This is a big risk for us. The
guy you ’ re about to fight
is called Animal. He ’ s
intense and ruthless. He just got out of prison. ”
“ For
what? ”
“ Murder, ” Apollo said so calmly.
“ How
do you get out of prison