collection drive. The truck was a big black Humvee, military grade and outfitted and Bishop drove with the headlights off, which freaked the fuck out of Declan.
They had backup at all points, but Bishop insisted on not traveling with a caravan to collection points. “It’s more fun if they don’t know you’re coming.”
“Like tonight?” Declan asked now.
“Don’t know for sure. Same sense of impending doom I’ve had all week.” He pulled into the back of the hill.
“You’d think you’d be calmer now that your old lady’s here,” Declan said.
“You think sex solves everything.”
“Doesn’t it?”
Bishop snorted, but couldn’t argue.
Declan was readying a couple of flashbang grenades and he looked over at Bishop and grinned. “Got a whole new shipment of these.”
Yeah, together, he and Declan were pretty much the perfect storm, and not in a great way.
Bishop was the more ruthless, Declan smoother. They weren’t a match like him and Mathias—in fact, both Bishop and Declan both needed someone to even them out since they could easily take each other over the edge.
“We’re fucking twenty, man. We should be off somewhere jacking off,” Bishop commented.
“Yeah, like that’ll satisfy you far more than the time it takes to orgasm.”
“So we should run the world instead?”
“Part of it anyway. What the fuck else are we going to do?”
Bishop sighed, like all of this pained him greatly. “Maybe not human trafficking?”
“Ah, Jesus, a little time with the old lady and you’re all morals now? We support the LoV and our Albanian clients who supply us with the food we need. And most of the men and women want to go—they’re sick of it here.”
“And you believe that bullshit.”
Declan shrugged. “Bishop, it’s gonna happen with or without us.”
That, Bishop did believe. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
The No Ones owed money to Keller for supplies. They were a well-known one percenter gang before the Chaos. Post, they were even more fucked up. Their business was killing and fucking and they roamed the areas looking for people to steal from.
Keller wasn’t the police or their mother, but when they owed ridiculous amounts of money and refused to pay, he sent his men to collect, any way he could.
What Bishop and Declan would do was kill family members of the MC. Sometimes all it took was the threat of doing so and others, it took an actual bullet. Some of Keller’s men talked a good game but chickened out at the end.
Declan and Bishop never did. When they got sent out, the MCs knew they meant business.
Tonight, the No Ones were waiting for them. There were Molotov cocktails thrown out at them before they got to the perimeter, which put Bishop in a shitty mood.
From there, it was a fucking bloodbath. Even with Declan and other Keller back-up, it hadn’t gone down smoothly. He’d known it in his gut before the night started, tried to talk himself into thinking that it was because he was leaving Luna behind at the compound, but that wasn’t it.
Keller wouldn’t let anything happen to her. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to keep reeling Bishop in. At least that’s what he thought he was doing. And Bishop was content to let him think that.
But everyday he did this shit, he was falling deeper into the hole. It helped that he could still “hear” Mathias in his mind. His voice had always been Mathias’s voice, so it was hearing himself but with Mathias’s special chiding.
When he talked to himself, he signed. Because he knew that every time he fought or went on a job, Mathias felt him. He wasn’t suffering alone, and that made things both better and worse.
Chapter Fourteen
The next day, Bishop dropped Luna by the garage. He’d been summoned himself, by Keller’s right hand, a woman named Kammy.
He had to give it to Keller—he was smart to employ women the way he did. Defiance had started to do so, making them more a part of the process, and while it did
They had backup at all points, but Bishop insisted on not traveling with a caravan to collection points. “It’s more fun if they don’t know you’re coming.”
“Like tonight?” Declan asked now.
“Don’t know for sure. Same sense of impending doom I’ve had all week.” He pulled into the back of the hill.
“You’d think you’d be calmer now that your old lady’s here,” Declan said.
“You think sex solves everything.”
“Doesn’t it?”
Bishop snorted, but couldn’t argue.
Declan was readying a couple of flashbang grenades and he looked over at Bishop and grinned. “Got a whole new shipment of these.”
Yeah, together, he and Declan were pretty much the perfect storm, and not in a great way.
Bishop was the more ruthless, Declan smoother. They weren’t a match like him and Mathias—in fact, both Bishop and Declan both needed someone to even them out since they could easily take each other over the edge.
“We’re fucking twenty, man. We should be off somewhere jacking off,” Bishop commented.
“Yeah, like that’ll satisfy you far more than the time it takes to orgasm.”
“So we should run the world instead?”
“Part of it anyway. What the fuck else are we going to do?”
Bishop sighed, like all of this pained him greatly. “Maybe not human trafficking?”
“Ah, Jesus, a little time with the old lady and you’re all morals now? We support the LoV and our Albanian clients who supply us with the food we need. And most of the men and women want to go—they’re sick of it here.”
“And you believe that bullshit.”
Declan shrugged. “Bishop, it’s gonna happen with or without us.”
That, Bishop did believe. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
The No Ones owed money to Keller for supplies. They were a well-known one percenter gang before the Chaos. Post, they were even more fucked up. Their business was killing and fucking and they roamed the areas looking for people to steal from.
Keller wasn’t the police or their mother, but when they owed ridiculous amounts of money and refused to pay, he sent his men to collect, any way he could.
What Bishop and Declan would do was kill family members of the MC. Sometimes all it took was the threat of doing so and others, it took an actual bullet. Some of Keller’s men talked a good game but chickened out at the end.
Declan and Bishop never did. When they got sent out, the MCs knew they meant business.
Tonight, the No Ones were waiting for them. There were Molotov cocktails thrown out at them before they got to the perimeter, which put Bishop in a shitty mood.
From there, it was a fucking bloodbath. Even with Declan and other Keller back-up, it hadn’t gone down smoothly. He’d known it in his gut before the night started, tried to talk himself into thinking that it was because he was leaving Luna behind at the compound, but that wasn’t it.
Keller wouldn’t let anything happen to her. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to keep reeling Bishop in. At least that’s what he thought he was doing. And Bishop was content to let him think that.
But everyday he did this shit, he was falling deeper into the hole. It helped that he could still “hear” Mathias in his mind. His voice had always been Mathias’s voice, so it was hearing himself but with Mathias’s special chiding.
When he talked to himself, he signed. Because he knew that every time he fought or went on a job, Mathias felt him. He wasn’t suffering alone, and that made things both better and worse.
Chapter Fourteen
The next day, Bishop dropped Luna by the garage. He’d been summoned himself, by Keller’s right hand, a woman named Kammy.
He had to give it to Keller—he was smart to employ women the way he did. Defiance had started to do so, making them more a part of the process, and while it did
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