Rev (Royal Bastards MC – Belfast Northern Ireland #4) Read Online Dani Rene

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Royal Bastards MC - Belfast Northern Ireland Series by Dani Rene
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
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It’s eerily quiet, as we drive though the streets. It’s as if the town is holding its breath for what’s about to come. When we arrive at the meeting place, I spot Shaun’s men already gathered, their silhouettes blending into the shadows.

We park our cars and approach them, nodding in greeting.

“Everything’s set our end. We’ve got the exits covered, and our lads are ready,” David informs me. Hades and I started to work for Shaun not long after David joined the organisation, so I know he is a useful ally.

“Good,” I reply, shaking his hand firmly. “We’ll move in as soon as they arrive, and the exchange starts. No one makes a move until then.”

Hades scans the area, his eyes capturing every detail. “Racer, you and the rest of Shaun’s men on the perimeter need to make sure no one slips past.”

Racer nods, his usual easy-going demeanour replaced with a focused intensity. “Aye, I got it. None of those feckin’ cunts will escape.”

I take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline start to build. “Remember, we need to take Gordon and the Mod Boys’ leader alive if possible. They’ve got the information we need. But don’t hesitate to use force if necessary.”

Shaun’s men nod in agreement, their expressions grim. They know what’s at stake, and they’re ready to see it through. I exchange looks with Hades and Racer, silent reassurances passing between us.

“All right,” I say, my voice steady. “Let’s get into position. Stay sharp and stay safe.”

We disperse, moving through the shadows towards our designated spots. The warehouse looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the night sky. As we close in, I can feel the tension in the air, the sense of an impending confrontation.

We take our positions, waiting for the right moment. My eyes are locked on the warehouse, every sense heightened, ready for action. The minutes tick by slowly, each one bringing us closer to the encounter we’ve been preparing for.

And then, the silence is broken as several cars pull up, and I watch as silhouetted figures get out of the vehicles and wait outside the warehouse, their voices carrying faintly through the night. Gordon and the Mod Boys’ leader and their men have arrived. The exchange is about to begin.

I signal to Hades and Racer, a silent command. It’s time. We all start to move. Every step is precise, and every movement coordinated. This is it—the moment of reckoning. We’re ready, and we’re going to end this tonight.

TWELVE

REV

We slip into the warehouse through the side entrance, the metal door creaking faintly as it closes behind us. The air inside is heavy with the scent of oil and rust, and the dim light from the overhead lamps casts eerie shadows on the walls.

Our small team of men move silently, each step calculated, before taking cover behind a stack of crates near the centre of the vast, open space. We’ll have a clear view of the proceedings from here while staying hidden in the shadows. My heart pounds in my chest, the anticipation almost unbearable. We need to be ready to strike the moment Gordon and the Mod Boys’ leader appear.

Minutes pass like hours, the silence pressing in on us. Then, finally, the sound of footsteps echoes through the warehouse. I peer through a gap between the crates and see them—Gordon, flanked by his handful of thugs, accompanied by another man surrounded by bodyguards. As they step into the light, my breath catches in my throat.

The leader of the Mod Boys isn’t some unknown criminal. It’s my father.

I sneak a glance at Hades, and his eyes are wide with shock. We’re both shaken, but there’s no time to process what we’re seeing. The exchange is happening right in front of us, and we need to act.

Gordon and our father stand, face-to-face, discussing their business with low, guarded voices. The tension is palpable, and I can feel my anger rising, and my fists clench at my sides. This is the man who was so abusive to my brother and me that we felt compelled to run away, and now he’s here, conspiring with our enemy to bring down the organisation and the man who saved us. This can’t be a coincidence. Can it?

I signal to Hades and Racer, but just as we’re about to make our move, a gunshot rings out, shattering the silence. The bullet hits one of Shaun’s men in the chest. He must have stepped into view a moment too soon.

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

We charge forwards, weapons drawn, as chaos erupts around us. Gunfire explodes from all directions, echoing off the walls as bullets whiz past. The warehouse is filled with the sounds of bodies clashing and falling to the floor.

I dodge a punch from one of Gordon’s men, and when my fist connects with his jaw, I send him sprawling. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hades grappling with another thug, their struggle fierce and violent. Racer has entered the fight and is a whirlwind of motion, taking down opponents with a precision that’s almost surgical.


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