Page 95 of Kings Have No Mercy
He hitches a panicked breath from where he lays on the ground and says, “Okay… okay, if that’s what it takes for me to live. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just please… I have a wife and kids.”
“Your business deal with the Hellrazors is over. Got it?” I growl with an air of impatience. “Should we ever catch you supplying to them in the future, you’ll have a new problem on your hands. Us.”
“A-and who are you?” he asks hesitantly.
“Never mind that!” Ozzie yells, striking him with his hardest blow yet.
We strip the two men that are with Olivares down to their underwear, taking their keys, wallets, and everything else on their person, before we abandon them on the side of the road. It’s about as good of a deal as they’re going to get. They’re deserted, but they’re alive and breathing and mostly uninjured.
Olivares comes with us. He’s gonna be our trojan horse. The decoy we need to trick the Hellrazors.
“Part two of the plan?” Cash asks, glancing over at me.
I nod. “Part two of the plan. Let’s pay our friends a visit.”
* * *
The Hellrazor’s bar, the Hell Hole, is only a few miles down the road. They’re blasting their hard rock music so loud, we can hear it the moment we pull up. Partying the night away while their enemies get ready to leave them in a world of hurt.
We’ve split up into two groups. The first group, me, Ozzie, Moses and Olivares in the truck we’ve stolen parked in the parking lot of the bar. Then the second group still on their bikes that takes the secluded back way to the bar.
The drugs have stayed. The weapons we took for ourselves. Though the Hellrazors don’t know that—from the outside, the truck looks like it always does.
Bolts of lightning explode across the sky. The thunder rumbles in solidarity with our engines. I should be focused on the mission, but every time another bolt flashes, I’m thinking of Sydney.
Hell, I thought of her the whole ride to Wheaton.
We’d crossed town lines and I’d blinked hard in the heavy rain.
There she was, scurrying in the dark. It was like some kinda mirage, her springing up out of nowhere as I was thinking about her.
I had to follow.
Cash got to me when he chewed me out me. It peeled off the thin, rough-around-the-edges layer I had been hiding behind since kicking Sydney out.
I was still pissed as hell. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want her.
That didn’t mean she didn’t belong where I’d told her never to return to.
So, I went to the Traveler’s Lodge and I saw her. I’m surprised she didn’t smack me across the face the second I stepped into her room. Instead, she’dalmostlet me kiss her…
I twist off the key in the ignition of the distributor truck and turn to Olivares.
“Remember,” I say. “The second you fuck up, you’re dead. You know what you’re about to do?”
The shaky, nervous fuck nods several times. “Ye-yeah… I can… I’ll do it.”
“Then get fucking going. Bring ‘em here.”
Olivares opens the passenger side door and slides off his seat. He wobbles like he’s about to pass out any second, throwing uncertain looks over his shoulder at us. Looks I answer with a glare of murderous fury.
A silent warning.
You fuck up, wewillkill you.
Olivares does what we’ve instructed him to do. He shuffles all the way across the parking lot, ignoring the red-rimmed-eyed stares from the drunken Hellrazors hanging around the front of the bar, and he pounds a fist to the door.
It goes ignored at first ‘til he pounds loud enough to be heard over the party music.