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ONE
I threw back the rest of my whiskey and looked across the low round table to the two men across from me. I waited for the Japanese blend to work its magic.
No such luck.
The burn was still present.
“Have you spoken to Jack?” I asked Saint “Pete” Young.
“Respect, Wilson, you know I wouldn’t do that shit.”
He wouldn’t. That was why he was taking time having this meet when he should’ve been visiting with his sister Mia the night before her wedding.
But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t poach one of my men.
“We have a situation in Honduras.” Pete paused to look over at former DEA Agent Beckett Yates. Now clean-shaven, fresh haircut, and in a suit. Beckett looked nothing like his undercover persona Butch, though he hadn’t yet lost the wariness. After years undercover, I figured that would take a while. “Beck will be joining us in San Diego, but I need Jack. He knows the Eastern Caribbean Lowlands better than anyone I know.”
This was true. Jack had spent a lot of his military career in Central America.
I didn’t want to lose Jack.
But I was going to lose him all the same.
Fuck.
“My team won’t be happy,” I noted.
Pete set his empty glass on the table and leaned forward. His eyes glinted with unleashed anger.
“Your team will give their blessing when we lay out the mission,” he countered. “Every thirty-six hours a woman dies in La Lima. Femicide isn’t on the rise, it’s at the peak. The time to step up was years ago when the gangs took over. Now it’s way past time and I’m making it my mission to end the terror. Women are no longer safe to be alone in their own homes. They can’t walk to the store, they can’t work, they can’t be out with friends without the risk of dying. This has to end.”
The man wasn’t wrong—it was time to put an end to femicide and Jack would be all over this operation and he’d have my team’s blessing.
“Whatever you need from Takeback,” I conceded.
Pete sat back and relaxed.
“Right now all I need is Jack but in the future we might need backup.”
“Then you’ll have it.”
“Appreciated. Hate to cut this short but I need to get back to Mia and find Cole so I can threaten to kick his ass again if he fucks over my sister.”
There was no chance Cole would fuck over Mia, he’d waited decades to have her again. However it was a brother’s duty to threaten the man who was marrying his baby sister.
“And Beck needs to get back to San Diego before someone sees him. Though not many Horsemen are still around after the takedown and I’m not sure the ones who aren’t behind bars are observant enough to recognize him now that he’s lost the dirty biker look.”
Dirty biker look was an understatement. By the end of Beckett’s time undercover he looked beat down and disheveled. As for the Horsemen, I wasn’t giving any of those assholes any more of my time. Zeus dying put an end to the DEA’s investigation. The members who Brasco and the DEA had evidence on were locked up, the rest—and there were only a handful not caught up in the sweep—scrambled.
The Horsemen were no more.
Thank fuck.
“How’s sunny CA treating you?” I asked Beck.
“Breathing clean.”
Two words that said it all.
