Chapter Nine
Trigger
“That him?” I wiped my gun clean as Cray, my Arizona VP, came up next to me. His knuckles were bloody and raw.
“Yup.”
The man was hunched over a rock, laughing. The Stripe Back thought he could intercept my New Orleans crew at the state line.
“I know it was you who killed our guys up north.” He spat blood at the ground and ran the back of his hand across his face. “I know because you, my friend, have a mole with a big mouth.”
I glanced at Brick as he brushed a finger over his lips. He too tried to remain calm. I felt my switch tip upward, and it was only a matter of time before I lost my s**t on my club.
The man leaned back and squinted at me. “I’ve waited for this moment for so long.” He started to laugh again. “The big, bad Reaper just f****d with the wrong pe
