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)
“All of them. All at fucking once, too. This was a planned and coordinated attack. They lit buildings on fire. They threw smoke bombs in others and took out the bikers and their women as they escaped. Pizza Town is gone. The reports I received said that the Viper’s Den exploded and turned into a five-alarm fire because of the surrounding woods. Anyone inside was blown to fucking bits.”
Rez did the sign of the Holy Cross. “Rest in pieces, you motherfuckers.”
“The Peach Pit?” Finn asked.
“Not sure. I told you what I know so far. I’m sure I’ll get updates throughout the day.”
“We did all this goddamn work for the Russos to steal our thunder. I was looking forward to breaking in doors and cracking some skulls,” Rez admitted. “They couldn’t wait a day or two and let us have some of the fun? Assholes.”
“It just makes it less for us to round up in the end, that’s all. They’re lightening the load for both us and the court systems,” Crew assured him. “The Russos are doing what we hoped. Once the smoke clears, we’ll get a better picture of who’s left. I’m sure the Demons didn’t just throw their hands up in the air in surrender and accept every bullet pointed their way, they probably fought back against La Cosa Nostra.”
“Survival of the fittest,” Nox murmured.
“That’s one way to put it. Once we know who’s still standing, the teams can go in and serve warrants to who remains. The bonus is, with the Russos getting involved, the feds may be able to rope in some of them, too.”
“A two-for-one special?” Cabrera joked.
“It’s a good way to thin the herd when it comes to the Pittsburgh Mafia. Let’s not forget, they’re the reason the Demons were trafficking meth into Pennsylvania in the first place.”
“I figured the FBI, DEA and ATF would be all over the Russos,” Nox said. He didn’t know the ins and outs of how the federal agencies dealt with criminal organizations. As part of the Tri-State Federal Drug Task Force, he only followed orders.
For the most part.
“I’m sure they are,” Crew said. “The FBI had Wilder undercover with the family. I have to assume they have other agents planted, too.”
“Then whoever is in charge of this whole fucking thing should’ve gotten word that the Russos were about to go Demon hunting,” Rez continued to complain.
“Are you about to shed some tears over the loss of Demons?” Torres asked him. “Do you need a hanky or something?”
“Fuck no. I was just looking forward to seeing the results of our work.”
“You will. In court,” Crew assured him.
“That’s the boring part. I was talking about taking part in the stuff that would get our blood rushing,” Rez said. “Our hearts pumping. Our adrenaline rushing.”
“Can someone look out of the window to see if pigs are flying? Crew is being way too reasonable about all of this,” Torres said, laughing.
“I know, it’s scary, right?” Cabrera said, hip-checking her lover. “I wonder if it’s the Centrum Silver vitamins I had him start taking.”
“She’s lying to you, J. Crew. Those little blue pills aren’t vitamins,” Finn warned him.
Crew made a face. “Like I need that.”
“Cabrera?” Torres asked.
She grinned and shrugged. “Those vitamins are definitely working.”
Rodgers gagged. “Goddamn it. Can we change the subject? I really don’t need to hear about Crew’s prowess, or lack thereof.”
“I think you speak for all of us, Rodgers,” Torres said.
“What do you want us to do, Crewser?” Finn asked. “Stick around for further word or head out?”
“No point in staying up here since this floor has been stripped down to the bare bones. We can head down to the first floor to wait, or you can leave. But if you leave, stay close to your phones in case anything changes.”
When Crew, Cabrera, Finn, Torres and Rodgers headed toward the door, Rez detoured and came over to Nox to lean in close. “Hey, wanna go for a ride? If we couldn’t join in the fun, we should at least get to witness the aftermath.”
He’d been having that same thought himself. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
“Then, let’s blow this goddamn popsicle stand. I’ll text Finn once we’re outside so he can make an excuse for not staying. I know he’ll want to go, too, and I don’t want Crew catching wind of what we’re up to.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Rez rubbed his hands together. “I love it when a plan comes together.”
“In this case, the plan fell apart,” Nox reminded him.
“This will be the next best thing. Witnessing the downfall of the Demons will make me giddy. It’ll just sting a little that I didn’t have a hand in it.”
“You did. There will still be indictments for anyone who survived, and you did have a hand in that.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
The three of them hopped into Rez’s Dodge Durango Hellcat. They figured they’d scope out all the Demons-owned businesses and buildings in group one’s area. Nox saw no point in heading south into West Virginia or west into Ohio to see the damage. Eventually they’d get access to view the photos and read the reports.