Page 58 of Brandishing Balance (Devil’s Psychos MC #3)
Jason
T he plan was simple. Two crews for Hillcrest’s two main warehouses in both Cicero and Englewood. We had the manpower, we had the locations, and we knew where he was.
Jack Adams had come in clutch once again, when he had the information we gave him. Fucking shell companies made it so hard to trace people. Dax Hillcrest was well connected and apparently smart about his business as well.
Stephanie had been digging into Hillcrest for us, following the money, and found some even more concerning shit that I didn’t want to think about. It didn’t matter that this moment.
Right now, we had a location on Dax fucking Hillcrest and that was all that mattered. We were five minutes from his location and our men were fired up. We had split all crews fifty-fifty, so each crew had men at both locations.
I glanced at Marcos and Nico; they were both in the zone. We were locked and loaded and ready to move.
It was time for Dax Hillcrest to get what was coming to him.
We pulled into the industrial district of Cicero, Illinois rolling ten cars deep.
Our driver pulled up in front of main entrance to the warehouse and things moved quickly.
Jumping out, I followed Marcos, Johnny, Nico, and Kevin.
Derrick hurried along behind me while we went with Tiernan and Seratelli, their guys leading the pack.
They blew the doors off the front of the warehouse with c-4. Smoke and debris flew through the air. Pulling my bandana up from where it was tied around my neck, I covered my face and followed through, just like we planned.
We’d spent all week doing surveillance while one of Tiernan’s guys followed Hillcrest at a distance. Apparently, Tiernan has been tailing Hillcrest for a while. He knew his routine, his family, and his businesses all throughout Chicago and Cicero.
His family and businesses were in Cicero, while many of his warehouses were on the Southside of Chicago in the Englewood neighborhood.
Gun shots rang up ahead.
“Shots fired!” one of our guys yelled.
It was organized chaos after that. All of us geared up in Kevlar, we stormed through the doors and into the firefight. I killed two men across the room without batting an eye as we moved. “Fan out!” Tiernan shouted.
The warehouse was a winding maze with stairs leading up and down. It reminded me a lot of the warehouse we found Kara in not all that long ago. Pallets were stacked high with wooden crates, leaving isles to wind through and all too many damn places to hide.
My frustration amped up as more of our guys stormed in and we still didn’t find anything.
I tapped Nico’s shoulder and nodded toward the stairs.
As one, the two of us moved up them. “Behind you,” Marcos said as he and Johnny joined us.
I didn’t look, but I was sure Kevin and Derrick were behind them as well.
Upstairs was a long dark hallway with too many doors leading off of it. I didn’t care, didn’t look back for back up. I pressed on. I needed to find that fucker and torture the fuck out of him for every fucking moment my woman had to endure at his hands.
I led the way down the hall, my brothers at my back.
Flashlights on our AR-15’s lit the way. We searched every room we came across, top to bottom, moving like a military unit through the space. I knew the Knights were former military and Johnny eventually took point, leading us through the maze of rooms.
The deeper into the warehouse that we went and found nothing, the deeper my anger grew. I couldn’t believe we hadn’t found him yet. We had eyes on him this evening. Tiernan got the word that he was here. Where the fuck was the bastard?
There was shouting up ahead.
Johnny stomped faster down the hall.
Nico was on my ass.
“Got him!” Johnny shouted from up a head.
“Fuck yes,” I grunted.
Marcos pushed forward, storming past me. I moved faster, running after them, Nico on my heels. There was more shouting and then gun shots.
I skidded to a halt outside a room at the end of the hall. Inside the room, Marcos was punching the shit out of Dax Hillcrest on the concrete floor. Hillcrest tried to fight back, but Marcos was clearly the better fighter.
Seratelli thundered into the room, pushing through Nico and I in the doorway. “Where the fuck is my sister?”
Hillcrest laughed and Marcos hit him again.
“Pres, let’s get him up.” I walked in the room, already pulling a pair of handcuffs from my pocket.
Marcos punched Hillcrest again and then forced him to turn over while he was still dazed and confused from his beating. Marcos shoved his knee into Hillcrest’s back while he held his wrists together. I couched and slapped them cuffs on his wrists.
“Where the fuck is my sister?” Seratelli growled, kicking Hillcrest in the side.
Hillcrest grunted in pain but didn’t say anything.
A cell phone rang shrilly, breaking through the intense show down between Hillcrest and Seratelli.
Marcos climbed off Hillcrest and I quickly hauled the fucker to his feet while Marcos pulled out his phone.
“Yeah? No shit. Fucking. Hell. We’re on our way.
” Marcos hung up the phone and turned to Leo.
“They found your sister. We gotta go.” Marcos turned to me. “Take him back to Mourningside.”
I nodded and Nico stepped in beside me. “We got him.”