Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
They did a quick drive-by of the car wash and Landry’s Laundromat. Since those businesses weren’t normally occupied by Demons, both still stood without any damage, proving the Russos were out for blood and not only taking out the Demons’ sources of income.
When they got as close as possible to Pizza Town, where Decker went undercover for a very short amount of time, Rez pouted dramatically. “Poor Deck, he’ll be sad to see his fav pizza joint burnt to the damn ground.”
“He might actually shed a few tears,” added Finn, sniffling loudly.
Since fire trucks and other emergency equipment blocked the streets, they couldn’t get close. Once they parked and got out, they flashed their federal IDs to the local uniforms standing guard and were told that the doors had been barred to the pizza shop from the outside before someone threw an unknown explosive device through the large front window.
Anyone attempting to escape was shot. Anyone who didn’t was burned alive.
The ambush was brutal but effective.
It was one way of taking out some Demons, as well as one of the businesses where they dealt meth and pot.
“How many Demons were inside?” Finn asked the cop.
The rookie shrugged. “They’ve found four bodies so far. Due to the conditions of them, they haven’t been identified. Right now, we have no way of knowing whether they were customers or members of that damn MC.”
No surprise. Nox only hoped no civilians lost their life in the explosion.
They drove to Hawg Wild Saloon next. If they didn’t already know where the bar was, it would’ve been easy to find. All they had to do was follow the billowing gray smoke. There was so much of it, it was easy to spot even in the early morning darkness.
Add in the acrid smell that singed their nostrils.
They pulled up as close as they could get, but once again it was surrounded by emergency vehicles and personnel still working on putting out the remaining flames and hot spots while more emergency responders searched the smoking rubble for the dead.
“Do you have a body count?” Nox asked a state trooper standing just on the other side of the yellow police tape.
The trooper shook his head. “Nothing final. Latest number is fifteen crispy critters.”
Finn murmured, “I doubt fifteen Demons worked here.”
Rez shrugged. “But they could’ve been drinking here last night.”
“Either that or it was other bikers. The Mafia wouldn’t care if there were more than Demons inside,” Nox said. “They’d see the rest of the victims as collateral damage.”
“Were the doors barred?” Rez asked the state cop.
“Yeah.”
“Do you know what kind of explosive device they used?” Nox asked next.
The trooper pursed his lips. “Not yet. The feds took over the investigation.”
Since that was to be expected, Nox wasn’t surprised by that answer. Especially with indictments pending for a lot of the Demons. The feds would be heavily invested in this latest twist of the criminal investigation.
“Let’s hope to fuck that Fletch and Wilder weren’t hanging out here last night,” Nox said once they were out of the trooper’s hearing range.
Finn frowned and looked back over his shoulder at what remained of the bar. “Crew mentioned they were going to be hanging out at the Wolf Den.”
Nox took a quick glance at this cell phone to see if either had responded to his texts yet. They hadn’t.
That wasn’t a good sign.
“Thank fuck Cabrera was done with her undercover work,” Finn continued as they walked back to the Dodge.
“Jesus,” burst from Rez, “if she would’ve been caught up in this shit…” He did the sign of the cross.
“Crew would’ve been out of his fucking mind,” Finn finished.
“How far the mighty have fallen.” Rez smirked.
Finn shrugged. “Look, none of us has any room to talk. We’ve all tripped and fallen into the quicksand.”
“Speak for yourself,” Nox insisted.
Both Finn and Rez snorted in sync.
“Like we don’t have fucking eyes in our heads, Fort Nox. You think we didn’t watch you two on the club run?” Rez made kissing noises as he hugged himself like the child he was.
“Or do you think we’re blind and haven’t seen her coming in and out of your apartment on a regular basis.” Finn smirked. “That, I remind you, is only one floor above the BAMC clubhouse and one below where we were all working. The Russos might not be stealth but, news flash, neither are you two.”
“We’re going to have to start calling it Nox-ing boots,” Rez declared.
Finn hooted loudly. “He Nox-es the bottom out of her.”
Nox pulled in a breath. Unfortunately, the early morning air was full of smoke, and he had to smother a cough. “It’s nothing serious. We’re just spending some time together.”
Finn and Rez shared a look before bursting out in laughter.
“You’re such jackasses. All right. Where to next?” Nox asked as they climbed into the Dodge.