Page 92 of Lockout

Understanding dawned on the LoS officer’s face. “You’re going to kill me.”

“You thought we’d let you live when we killed all your friends here?” Toxic asked with a snort. “They don’t hire you guys for your brains do they?”

Ford didn’t bother to answer. Or look at Butcher. He was watching me.

“You want to die fast, Ford?” I asked.

“What’s it gonna take?”

“Just a bit of information,” I told him.

“Or?”

“Or you go off the trail with him,” I said, pointing my thumb over at Butcher.

Ford’s eyes left mine and he studied Butcher. “And if I talk?”

“Bullet to the head,” I said with a shrug.

His jaw clenched as he decided what he wanted to do. I sighed when I saw him tense up.

“Get ready-”

Ford jumped to his feet, trying to run past my brothers. Hush reached out and grabbed him by his greasy ponytail, jerking him backward until he landed on his back on the path.

“I was hoping he’d make that choice,” Butcher said, rubbing his hands together. “Static, Warrant, grab him for me.”

Priest, Pyre, and Idaho were climbing down the rocks when the first screams started off somewhere to our left. “Didn’t feel like talking?” Priest asked.

Shrugging, I reached down and rubbed at my thigh.

“I should wait until we’re back in town to give you more meds,” Pyre said. “Too fucking dusty out here. With my luck, you’ll get sepsis.”

I arched a brow. “Withyourluck?”

Pyre shrugged. “It’ll be my ass if something happens to you…ya know, medically.”

Taking a seat on a nearby boulder, I let my brothers take care of the mess we’d made. It was going to take all my fucking willpower to get out of these mountains and stay upright on my bike. I hated leaving the clean up to my crew and not helping, but none of them said a word. In fact, if I tried to help, I’d just get bitched at, so I sat and waited.

When the screams finally cut off, I looked around. The others had been busy dumping the bodies amongst the rocks, then piling smaller stones on top of them. No one would likely find these fuckers for a long time.

“Time to go,” I announced, gritting my teeth as I stood up. It was time to get back home to our families. And to see what else the others had found while we were gone.

The ride homewas pretty uneventful. Once Pyre had given me more meds, I’d been put out of my fucking misery and had no trouble riding again.

The explosions were the talk of the town, according to Hell, Smoke, and Ricochet, but everything was taken care of and none of it would point back to us.

Christmas was two days away. I planned to lock everything down for the holiday, celebrate with my family, then once it was over, we’d be taking Hangman on. If we were lucky, we’d be able to take the fucker down before the rest of the LoS chapters arrived. If not, it was going to be a much bigger fight, but still one I planned to win.

According to Rip, some of the closer chapters had already beefed up the Phoenix crew after we took most of them out. Vegas, Salt Lake City, and Flagstaff had sent some of their numbers this way after our attack. That was fine. It wasn’t enough to overpower us. We still had the upper hand. But that was going to change if the rest of them got here before we made our move.

Hangman and the caravan he was riding with would be here soon. He’d be linking up with the old Phoenix crew. That wasgoing to be enough to deal with for now. I didn’t need the rest of the LoS crashing my party.

I could keep hacking away at his back up as they travelled. It was an option. Or…I could wipe Hangman off the map, then deal with the rest of the fuckers afterward. Which was what I really wanted to do.

Hangman was my main target. I’d figure out the best plan for the remnants of the LoS once he was gone. I didn’t give a shit what happened to them, as long as they couldn’t come back and go after Keely. So I’d either kill them, or make sure the FBI caught up with them.

Keely was keeping in touch with her friend, Cory, from the task force, and the FBI was mobilizing. Honestly, as long as I got to kill Hangman, they could have the rest of them. As long as they could hold onto them, of course.