Page 108 of Havoc

The waiting.

“Fuck, that’s going to hurt tomorrow.” Ghost winces, watching a live feed on his phone. “They knocked Chaos out.”

At least they didn’t kill him. Sometimes I wonder if Chaos has a death wish. Out of every position to pull off today’s plan, his was the most dangerous.

“I’ll let Venom know so he can move in the second the Iron Sinners clear out of the area.”

Titan thinks Chaos is the only one in the vicinity because Chaos had a better chance of walking away if Titan didn’t feel threatened. But that doesn’t mean no one else was there. Venom and a few other members arrived last night to hide in a building near the meetup. They knew not to move unless something went sideways, and only to come out to help Chaos after all was said and done.

“They have her.” Those words finally have me glancing down at Ghost’s phone.

No matter how many times I’ve run through this plan in my head, nothing prepares me for watching Titan take Aimee. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach.

“Don’t worry. She’s got this. Titan will be too busy bragging to do anything right away. And she knows to press the panic button I gave her if something changes.”

I wish Ghost’s words were comforting, but they aren’t. Titan has her.

Again.

Blood courses through my veins. And I feel every second of our lost time together stretch. I watch as Titan leads my old lady into the back of a van and almost lose my breakfast in the dirt.

“Time to get in position.” Steel looks at me. “You going to be okay?”

I nod, swallowing down my emotions.

Think now.

Feel later.

I told Aimee my mantra from the military this morning. Now I’m reminding myself.

“I’m good.” I pull out my phone, calling Reaper.

His crew is already headed back and will be in position soon.

When we hang up, I call Blaze to make sure the LA club is ready on the opposite side of the Iron Sinners property. It’s difficult to stay hidden in broad daylight, so they’re having to use overgrown brush to their advantage.

Blaze confirms everyone is ready, so I move to the next club. Then the next.

After spending the past couple of weeks reaching out to different chapters of the Twisted Kings, they made good on their promise to show up for us when the time came. Some are here for friendship or loyalty. Others are here to make a stand against the Iron Sinners, knowing it will help with trade battles in their own territories. Regardless of their reasoning, I’m thankful.

The only way to take out the Iron Sinners is to strike them with a force so overwhelming they don’t stand a chance.

A force much larger than the one we have in Vegas. A force of clubs united.

And now, the Iron Sinners compound is secretly surrounded.

They think they’re safe. But as soon as Aimee hits the button on the remote Ghost gave her, we’ll have our way in.

The hour we wait after the van holding Aimee passes through the gate feels like days. Aimee still hasn’t hit the panic button, so all I can do is hope that she’s okay and doesn’t have her hands tied.

“Go time.” Steel gives the final order after the final system goes down, and we cross the desert as quickly as possible so we don’t get showered in bullets.

Aimee’s ring presses against my leg with every step from where it sits in my pocket, reminding me to stay focused.

I’ve completed hundreds of missions. This is just one more.

The stretch of desert feels endless. There’s nowhere to hide with the sun still high in the sky. Gunfire begins when we’re still too far away. But no one turns back. We fall into formation with our guns lifted and shoot back, surrounding the clubhouse.