Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“You sure you don’t need us to stick around?” Country asked, sounding unsure of the situation.
“Now, I wouldn’t have told ya to get gone if we was gonna need ya.” Ada gave him a warm smile as she gave him a pat on the arm. “We’s gonna be just fine. Now, gets on up out here and do what you boys needs to do. Like I told ya.”
“I tell you what, we’ve got some things to check on in the units, so we’ll be around for a bit if you need us,” Country explained. “That sound all right, Gran?”
“Sounds just fine to me.”
“Good deal. Just let us know if you need anything.”
With that, Country and I followed the others to the club’s storage unit. I’d been there the day before with Shotgun, but Viper wanted us to do a second check and get an exact number on the amount of ammo we had in stock. When we made it up to the storage locker, Widow stepped inside and entered the code into the lock pad. Seconds later, the floor started to slide open. Several years back, we’d converted the unit into a secret vault with a hidden floor release that would make it impossible to be discovered by an outsider. We used the vault to store our weapons and coke, along with anything else we needed to keep on the down low. Once the secret floor had moved clear, we all made our way down the stairs.
As soon as we were inside, Widow looked over to Hawk and asked, “You think Menace is really gonna be able to find this Scar guy?”
“I don’t know, brother.” Hawk walked over to one of the shelves and started pulling out the boxes of ammo. “Every time he thinks he’s gettin’ close, he hits some wall and is completely derailed.”
“What do you mean by ‘hits some wall’?”
“All I know is those emails are encoded, and once he breaks through one line of code, another two seem to pop up in their place.” Hawk glanced over his shoulder, and I could see the concern in his eyes. “Makes me think they’re fucking with us.”
“You think they know we’re looking for them?”
“These guys are smart.” Hawk stopped fucking with the ammo and turned to face us all. “They gotta be wondering where their guy Schommer is. He’s been out of their reach for days now, and it wouldn’t take much to put two and two together. But I could be wrong. Maybe they’re just really fucking good at covering their tracks.”
“So, we could be fucked and not even know it,” Country grumbled.
“Not fucked yet.” Hawk motioned his hand behind him at all our weapons and artillery. “Just gotta make sure we’re ready for whatever comes our way.”
I’d like to say his response set us all at ease, but it didn’t. Every one of us knew what could happen if this shit turned out bad. We’d worked too fucking hard to get where we were, and none of us were prepared to give it up. Not now. Not ever. I looked Hawk dead in the eye and meant it wholeheartedly when I said, “We will be ready.”
“Damn straight we will. Just wait and see. These motherfuckers will rue the day they even thought about stepping foot in Nashville.” Country lifted his foot as he boasted, “I’ll kick ’em right in dat ass!”
“Yeah, that should have them running scared,” I mocked. “Then again, you and that ugly-ass noggin of yours do have a way of making folks run in the other fucking direction.”
Country slid his hand down his beard with a smug look. “You know damn well I’m so fine I’ve gotta beat them off with a stick.”
“Beat off who?” I chuckled. “All those chicks you pick up at the laundromat or their sticky-fingered kids?”
“Sounding awful jealous over there, brother.”
“Yeah, real fucking jealous.”
“All right, you two. Enough of your lovers’ quarrel bullshit,” Hawk interrupted. “We need to get this done.”
Knowing he was right, we all started giving him a hand. It wasn’t long before we had an official ammo count and were good to go. Once we were outside, Hawk secured the vault, and we headed to Country’s truck. Before leaving, he and I decided to go check in on Ada and Gladys. I’m not sure what I expected to find when we walked into that house, but it certainly wasn’t Ada and Gladys sitting at the kitchen table laughing and carrying on like they were the best of friends. Hell, Gladys looked like she was about to bust from laughing so hard. Her cheeks were rosy red and tears were settled in the corner of her eyes as she giggled, “You should’ve seen him. His entire front was covered in mud. Looked like someone had dumped a bucket of hot fudge over his head. And the hollering? Girl, you should’ve heard it. You would’ve thought someone had set him on fire!”