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We know we outnumber the Petrov’s five to one at this point, and we gotta strike while the iron is hot. These human shit stains need to be free of breathing. The world will be a much safer place with them gone.
The vans are strategically surrounding the club. We waited until closing, so there wouldn’t be any unnecessary deaths. But honestly, anybody who would come to this place should probably die anyway.
It’s where the scumbags come to buy and sell girls, and I don’t mean hookers. This entire establishment will no longer exist once we’re finished.
“Lock and load motherfuckers! Sinners all!” I call out.
“Sinners all, never fall!”
We hit the club from every access point there is. Our ambush is uncivilized and downright dirty. But in our world, fairness is subjective. These bitches deserve everything we have for them.
The first gunshots are silent when we take out the motherfuckers at the front and back doors. We took a page out of our enemy’s books and used silencers. The bastards in the office don’t even know they’re under attack until it’s too late.
A sneak attack isn’t really the Sinners style, but loud and reckless wasn’t the way to go. We can’t be connected to any of this shit. I refuse to give the law any reason to bring Grimm or our club to its knees.I fucking refuse to be the downfall of the Sin City MC!
“You underhanded bastard,” Ivan coughs up blood as he sneers in my direction.
“You sell little girls. I’m pretty sure you don’t have any room to call me underhanded.” I smirk because Ivan knows that I’ve bested him at last.
We’ve threatened each other every time we come into contact. It was inescapable that this was how our meetings would eventually end. One of us is coughing up blood.Who am I kidding? I always knew it would be him doing the coughing.
“??? ????!” Petrov spews Russian as his life drains from his body.
“Pretty sure that means go fuck yourself,” Gates says out of nowhere.
I raise my eyebrow because, of course, he knows that.
“Well, you can go fuck yourself motherfucker.” I light his ass up until my clip is empty.
“Torch this bitch!” Grimm hollers before we leave out the back.
We see the flames flare high in the rearview mirror. We used an accelerant that would burn everything to ash. By the time they put the fire out, there won’t be anything left, including bodies.
Good riddance!
Twenty-Four
TRUTH
TEAGAN
Flyboy has been pacing and checking his phone since he’s been here. I’m worried because the only communication I’ve had with Shadow in the last thirty-six hours is a couple of text messages.
We haven’t gone this long without seeing each other since we met. I feel like I’ve developed this codependency with him, and he’s somehow broken our circle of need with his absence.
I know logically that I sound crazy as fuck because I’ve only known this man for a little over a month and a half, and I feel like I can’t breathe without him.
“Flyboy! Can you sit your ass down? You’re making me nervous.”
Flyboy stops pacing with a frown and pinched brows. “My bad, Tiny Dancer.”
I chuckle at the nickname. It’s always amusing when these mean looking, dangerous men call me an Elton John song.
Before Flyboy can take a seat, the door to the apartment opens, and Shadow walks in. His hair is damp and slicked back from his face like he just got out of the shower. He’s wearing a white t-shirt, his cut, and jeans. He’s dressed like he usually is, but he looks better than ever for some reason.
I hop up from the couch and throw myself at him. And just like I knew he would, Shadow catches me. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on to him as tightly as I physically can.
The relief I feel seeing and touching him is so overwhelming that I can’t stop the tears from flowing freely down my cheeks.