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)
“It’ll be a bloodbath,” Nox grumbled.
Decker shrugged. “No loss.”
Nox agreed. Those Demons needed to be removed from society in one way or another. It would really be a damn shame if it was a permanent removal.
“How much will the taxpayers save if the AUSA drags her feet, the Russos massacre that whole damn club and then the feds concentrate on taking down La Cosa Nostra instead?” Finn asked.
“If that happens,” Crew began, “less Sicilians will be strutting around Pittsburgh, too, since the Demons will fight back. The problem comes in with innocent bystanders getting caught in the crossfire.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,” Nox said. “Law enforcement already has enough black marks, we don’t need more.”
“A-fucking-men,” Torres muttered.
“Yeah, well… Doesn’t matter what we do, someone is always going to hate us. Some for valid reasons, some not. We still need to do our job,” Crew said. “All right, so I’ll email that crappy photo and if you get a better one, let me know, Torres. And I’ll give the other group leaders a heads up about the Russos possibly having plants among the Demons.”
“Sounds like a plan, Stan,” Torres joked.
As soon as Nox got the photo from Crew of the planted “prospect,” he took a good look at it and then began to scan footage from the Wolf Den, the Demons’ Uniontown clubhouse.
He saw the hidden camera got plenty of shots of Fletch and Wilder hanging out there, since “Ghost” had been patched over along with his ol’ lady “Kitten” into the Demons from the Angels. They didn’t hide from the cameras, but the possible Mafia plant made sure to stay inconspicuous. Nox had a hard time getting a good look at him.
He reversed some of the digital footage, looked closer, blinked a couple of times to clear his vision, then reversed the recording again. He hit the pause button and leaned toward the monitor, squinting this time as if that would make the black and white footage clearer. It didn’t.
Even so, he had to be seeing things.
No fucking way was that asshole prospect still a member of the Demons. No fucking way was T-Bone still breathing.
No goddamn way.
“Yo,” Nox called out to Finn and Decker. “Come look at this.”
It sucked Rez wasn’t around to ask his opinion, too. But between Decker and Finn, they should be able to recognize that jag-off, if it was T-Bone.
The last time any of them had seen the prospect, it was in a dark field out in the middle of nowhere. Where they left him tied up.
Planting the seed that T-Bone had been skimming some meth off the top should’ve been enough for the Demons to strip the piece of shit of his colors and even bury him deep enough so that his remains would never be found.
Nox had to be getting this wrong. It had to be someone who looked similar. Another scumbag wearing a Demons prospect cut. They all had shaggy hair, unkempt beards and looked like they took a bath only on Saturday nights.
Finn came to stand behind Nox’s chair. “What?”
“Fletch said they gave T-Bone’s room at the Wolf Den to another prospect. He also said he hasn’t seen him or heard his name being mentioned. If that’s true, who the fuck is this?” Nox pointed to the person caught in the stilled footage.
Finn leaned over Nox’s shoulder to get a better look.
Decker joined them. “What’s up?”
“He look familiar, Double Decker?” Nox asked, pointing again.
Decker elbowed Finn. “Move out of the way, Carrot Top.”
“I’m trying to get a good fucking look. Because if that’s T-Bone…”
“T-Bone?” Decker bellowed. “That motherfucker still can’t be upright.”
“Not sure if it’s him, but if it is…” Nox left the rest unsaid. He picked his cell phone off the desk and texted Fletch: If you can, call.
Not even thirty seconds later his phone vibrated. Nox put him on speaker phone immediately.
“What’s up?” Fletch asked.
“When’s the last time you’ve been at the Wolf Den?” Finn asked.
“Last night.”
“You see anyone we all know and love?” Decker asked.
Only silence came out of the phone for a few heartbeats. “If you’re talking about T-Bag, I haven’t seen him.”
“Anyone mention him in the last few days?” Crew asked. Nox hadn’t even heard him approach.
“No, but I hadn’t had any meaningful conversations with any of those fuckers.”
“But you’re keeping your ears open?” Decker asked Fletch.
“Always. How the fuck do you think that I figured out the Russos had someone inside that club?”
“Not by listening to any conversation,” Finn huffed. “They’re not going to say, ‘Hey, have you heard that the newest prospect’s last name is Russo?’”
“No, but I pay the fuck attention, Blaze.”
“That means we’re just seeing things, then,” Nox said.
“My guess. A word of advice, don’t go Sasquatch hunting. You’d suck at it.”
“That’s more than one word,” Finn countered.
“I don’t know, brother, that guy caught on the camera feed sure looks like that asshole we all know and hate,” Decker said. “Keep an eye out, Fletch. I want to know if that fucker’s still breathing.”