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“Fuck Killcreek!”
“No, Rogue.” Trey shook his head. “The only ones fucked here are us if we don’t make the deal with them.”
There was a long history between the Killcreek Drifters and Rogue. A deal had gone bad. It’d been years ago, but Rogue was notorious for holding a grudge.
Rogue blew out the smoke and tossed his cigarette on the floor, not bothering to put it out. Careless.
“I’ll find someone else!”
Trey sighed and walked over to the edge of the room, stamping out the cigarette.
“There’s no time for that. We’ve got all that stock sitting, people waiting on it. And Oz won’t allow anyone else passage through his territory except Killcreek.”
“Fuck.” Rogue grabbed his hips and paced around the room like a caged animal looking to pounce. “Go ahead. Fucking say it.”
I told you this would happen. Trey had warned Rogue months ago when he first brought up the deal. Dornan’s crew wasn’t experienced enough, and they lacked brains behind the brawn. Too many got into the Underground thinking a deadly mindset was all that was needed. It was a common fallacy. Dornan and his crew proved that.
“I have nothing to say.”
Rogue knew he’d fucked up, made a poor choice, a wrong decision. He didn’t need Trey to confirm it, and he wouldn’t. That wasn’t his role in the Underground. Trey was the Peacemaker. It might not hold as much clout or glory as Rogue and Oz’s, but it was essential to running the Underground. Resolution.
The timing was perfect as Dornan and his men pulled up. Trey glanced out the front window, watching them file out of their cars.
“What are your plans?” Trey asked.
Without a deal, Dornan was nothing more than a liability. Trey could have argued against the inevitable, but he didn’t trust them to go away quietly. There was no honor with these men, no code they lived by. If they couldn’t be trusted, then they didn’t serve a purpose to the Underground.
Rogue walked over, standing at Trey’s back. “How many he got with him?”
“Four.”
Rogue scoffed. “We’re doing a service to the fucking community taking these fuckers out.”
That statement was reaching, but society certainly wouldn’t suffer from their loss. Trey scanned over the faces of the men walking up the stairs.
Dornan walked in with his men, stopping at the entry. “How’d you get him?”
The driver.
Trey snorted. “My men did their jobs. Can you say the same?”
“We were close.” Dornan straightened.
No, they weren’t, but Trey didn’t have the time, energy, or interest to argue. This would be over in five minutes.
“He’s in the last room on the left.” Trey gestured down the hallway and nodded to their security to follow the men.
As they disappeared down the hall, Rogue sidled up next to Trey. “Bet Oz got fucking hard saving the fucking day, huh?”
Trey scoffed. “Gloating is your thing, not his.”
Rogue’s gaze hardened, and he pushed past Trey, heading down the hallway.
Trey followed Rogue into the room. The driver was seated against the wall.
“Thought he’d be dead by now,” Dornan said.
Trey shared a look with Rogue. They were on the same page, but apparently, Dornan was not.
