Chapter Three
Trigger
“I think they’re gonna hit Thursday.” Cray, my Arizona VP, glanced over his shoulder. “I’ve got a bad feeling.”
I tossed my shot glass behind the bar. If Satan’s Serpents planned a hit, why Thursday? How did they know that was when we were doubling our cash this quarter?
Fuck me, I’m going to kill someone.
“We move our date to Saturday. This stays here.” I knew they understood me. I needed that info to stay in our core group. I watched the men drink around the bar. Did I have a mole in the mix? My crew was going to s**t. But who?
“Got it.” Cray hopped off the stool and made a call.
I sent a quick text to Brick to see what his ETA was. I wanted him back here. I needed my second set of eyes. Truth be told, Brick was the only man I trusted. His father got himself
