"Son-of-a-bitch!" Cole snapped, slamming his fist down on the table. "I take it we don't know where the girls are being held before they're taken to the trailer?"
Oz shook his head. "Haven't been able to find that out, but there’s probably more than one location."
"You say they have a delivery on Thursday nights?"
Oz nodded.
"I bet they're using a white van to transport them."
I bet that Colton was right, considering that a white van had been seen at some of the places the Knights had hit. Cole and I made eye contact, and I sensed that we were both thinking the same thing. We’d taken one of the Knights' vans when we'd left their warehouse the night before. Snake had been too hurt to ride, so we'd put his and Chewy's bikes in the back of the van, and Chewy had driven him back to the club. It was in the garage out back.
"Need to get the van we brought back painted so we can use it tomorrow night." I glanced over at Oz. "Where is this trailer?"
"Somewhere off Route 66."
"Shit, that's the road LD and Jolene live on. Better warn them." Cole was texting as he spoke.
As the rest of us planned, Demon just sat back and listened silently, but if I knew him he was using the time to figure shit out and put a plan in place. His eyes touched on all of the brothers at the table, but he didn't speak until Cole looked up from his phone. Then he turned his attention to Dancer.
"Can you have shit ready for tomorrow night?"
Dancer nodded with the confidence of someone who knew his skill well.
"Okay then. All in favor of hitting the porn house tomorrow night, hands up."
Everyone raised their hand. Demon cut his gaze to Cole. "Thoughts about how this will go down?"
Cole set his eyes on Oz. "How far off Route 66 are they located?"
"About a mile. The road isn't marked, but I'll map out the coordinates for you."
"Is there a set time that they deliver the girls?"
"Anytime after dark."
Nodding with satisfaction, he turned to Reid. "Get those logos on the van painted over today so it will be dry by tomorrow night. Then I want you to dent and scratch the hell out of it, break one of the taillights, maybe one of the side view mirrors."
"The fuck?" Reid stared at Cole as if he'd lost his mind.
"Don't want the Knights to recognize it." His next comments were addressed to the room. "Since we don't know what direction they'll be coming from we'll park the van at their turnoff, make it look like it's broken down. Raise the hood. In the meantime, we'll be hiding inside. When they stop to take a look we'll get the jump on them. Move any girls they have with them over to the wrecked van and drive in like we're making a regular delivery."
A grunt of doubt escaped Loco. "What if they don't stop?" Leave it to him to play devil's advocate.
"Trust me, Brother, they will," I said with self-assurance. I knew that if we came across an abandoned vehicle anywhere near one of our properties, we would stop to check it out, especially out in the middle of nowhere where we might be doing something illegal. "It'll be too fucking close to their studio for them to just ignore and drive on by."
"Sax is right." Demon leaned forward. "Go on."
"Loco, Chewy, Sax, and Reid will go with me."
"I'm going, too, Brother." There was a grin on Demon's lips. "Not going to miss out on all the fucking fun."
"So will Dancer and his explosives. Once we get inside he can blow the fucking place up. At the same time Spider, Oz, and Colton can hit their titty bar near the strip with cocktails." Cole exchanged a look with Colton. "If you're up to it, Brother."
"What the fuck you mean, ‘if I'm up to it?’" Colton growled. "This is just a fucking scratch." He indicated the bandage wrapped around his ribs.
"Then what the fuck did you mean when I heard you tell Annie to kiss it and make it better when I walked by your room this morning?"
Even though he was grinning, Colton gave Cole the finger. "I was talking about my dick, Brother."
"Whatever women we find there tomorrow night, we get them home to their families," I said once the laughter had died down.
"Unless they need to go to the hospital," Demon added.
Loco snorted. "If there are any there willingly, bring them here. We can use some fresh pussy." The brother was always thinking about his dick.
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, wishing now that I'd brought a cup of coffee with me. I hadn't gotten much sleep in Goldie's bed. It was too fucking soft and smelled heavily of perfume.
"If we hit their bar during business hours there'll be civilians there." Chewy was leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head.
Demon was quick to make clear that we weren’t in the business of hurting civilians. "Don't want any fucking civilians killed. No guns. Toss a few cocktails and get out of there. More interested in burning the fucking place down than taking out any Knights."
The Knights had screwed up the night they'd gone around Vegas causing property damage for us and the Vegas Watchdogs. They'd not only left witnesses to their crimes, they'd killed innocent people. The cops were out looking for the members responsible, but they had their work cut out for them. Even if they found witnesses who were willing to talk it was going to be hard for anyone to identify the right bikers in a lineup. Plus, it had been dark when shit had gone down.
The cops knew better than to expect any collaboration from us or Vegas Watchdogs. Trouble between MCs was handled between clubs. MCs were already under scrutiny from their local cops and the Feds.
"Sounds good. Anyone in disagreement?"
If anyone had planned to speak up, they lost their chance when the door opened and Doc walked in. Heads turned in his direction. "Snake is good," he said before anyone had the chance to open their mouths. "I got the bullet out. How, I don't know, but he got lucky. It just missed his jugular. I stitched him up, gave him antibiotics and something for pain. Mitzi is with him now."
"That was fucking close," I muttered.
"Too fucking close," Demon mirrored.
"He needs to be still and get rest, and I've got him on a drip for the next twenty-four hours. I'll be back later tonight to check on him, but he should sleep until then."
"Thanks, Doc."
“Thanks” didn't seem adequate for saving a brother's life.
Chapter 18
Holly
I put my phone to my ear and waited for Samson to pick up. I was scheduled for a shift that night, and though I knew about the recent trouble at Grinders, I doubted that they would be closed. The people who worked there weren't all club members, including Samson. When the Desert Rebels had purchased the bar years ago, they'd kept Samson on because he’d worked there since the beginning and knew what was what. He'd turned out to be a good asset for them.
I liked Samson. He was a tough old man who'd become like a surrogate father to some of the girls who worked at the bar. He looked out for and was protective of them, but he could also dish out tough love when it was needed. He expected to be treated as he treated others, with fairness and respect.