Page 32 of Twister's Salvation

The cop gave a shrug.“You got the appeal process.Or you can hire a local contractor who knows the hoops.That’s what most folks do.”

Yeah.Most folks who weren’t being deliberately targeted.

The bored-looking cop taped the notice on the door and then made his way to the cruiser.

The cruiser rolled off a second later.

The silence that fell after the car disappeared wasn’t peaceful.It was pissed-off quiet.

“Well,” Swift muttered, “wasn’t that a steaming pile of horseshit.”

“You think it was Frank and Nick?”Wheels asked, coming around the corner with his nail gun still slung at his side.

“I don’t think.I know,” I said.“They’re the only ones who don’t seem to like us setting roots here.”

Hodge rubbed the back of his neck.“And they’re doing it smart.Not coming at us themselves.Making it look like it’s coming from the city.”

Rev scoffed.“Cowards.”

“This isn’t over,” I said.“We’re not halting shit.We just have to be smart.Real smart.”

“We hiding the tools then, Prez?”Swift asked.“Or we gearing up for a different kind of build?”

I looked at each of them.One by one.Saints.My crew.My brothers.

We came to Madison to take the city, not rent a corner of it.

“We’ll play it calm for now,” I said.“Make a few calls.Find out what kind of inspector Denton really is.”

“And if he’s dirty?”

“Then we do what we do best,” I said, voice dropping low.“Expose the rot and burn it out.”

We didn’t get chased off.

Not by red tape, not by pencil pushers, and sure as hell not by a couple of bike shop pricks who didn’t have the balls to face us head-on.

The war had officially started.

And they had no idea who they just fucked with.

Chapter Fifteen

Tempi

“Go.”

I shook my head and leaned on the bar.“We’re busy.”

Britta scoffed and dramatically waved a hand around the nearly empty bar.“Girl, do we need to get your eyes checked or something?Two frat guys are playing pool, and Josh is watching the Brewer game on the TV.Yeah, so busy.”

I crossed my arms.“But what if it gets busy?”

“If I miraculously get slammed with customers, I will call you,” Britta said with a sigh.“You’re going down to the Sam James building, not Timbuktu.Go see the biker boys’ clubhouse.”

“I don’t think he would like you calling him biker boy.”

She rolled her eyes.“He won’t know unless you tell him I call him that.Go.”