Page 78 of Gang of Roses: Rebel

Remi shrugged again. “That was the plan.”

I stared at both of them in disbelief. “So y’all were really trying to rob us.”

“Yeah,” Remi answered without hesitation. “Ain’t no point lying now.”

Harli finally spoke. “We didn’t know whose bikes they were.”

Dice rolled her eyes. “Would it have mattered?”

“No.” They said in unison.

“Damn,” Dice muttered. “At least they honest.”

The loud one leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “We heard these custom bikes were worth a fortune. We figured we’d steal ‘em, flip ‘em, and keep it moving.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Not because it was funny. Because the shit sounded so damn ridiculous. I finally had enough. Without thinking, I reached behind my back and pulled out my Glock. It was the last time somebody was gonna fuck with me. The two women looked at the gun. For the first time since we’d caught them, their expressions shifted ever so slightly. It wasn’t fear. Before I could say a word, Kash shot me a look to chill.

“We ain’t killing them,” Kash said calmly. “They seem like they got a purpose.”

“Bitch, please.” Dice rolled her eyes. “Me or my red bottoms don’t got time for finding out what that purpose is.”

She waved her Glock toward the front door. “I say we beat they ass, take whatever they got, and send ‘em on they way.”

The loud one let out a laugh she tried to hold in, but Dice snapped her head toward her.

“You think something funny?” I asked.

“No,” they said in unison.

“That’s what the fuck I thought,” I frowned.

Harli finally spoke. “We’re not here to start a war.”

I kept my gun trained on both of them. “Funny way of showing it.”

Harli nodded. “Yeah... breaking in and trying to rob y’all probably wasn’t our smartest decision.”

“Facts.” Dice nodded slowly. “Remi... Harli...” She pointed at them one after the other. “Aight, Remi and Harli... now tell me why the fuck I shouldn’t lay you both out.”

Remi shrugged with that same cocky smile. “Because we can make y’all some money.”

That wiped the smirk right off Dice’s face, while Kash and I exchanged a look.

Although we probably should’ve thrown those two out, something about them made me trust them. I couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was the way they carried themselves... or maybe it was because the one with the orange locs reminded me so much of myself. She had that same rebellious spirit, the same smart mouth, and the same look in her eyes that said she wasn’t afraid of the consequences. Whatever it was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our paths had crossed for a reason.

When we finally got Dice to calm down, she came up with a plan for the girls. This damn girl liked a challenge, and it looked like we might just have found our protégé. After the big bank, our asses were retiring, and these YCs looked like they were the next gen. Harli gave Dice her number, and we agreed that after we talked, we might be hitting them up.

Chapter 17

Cario “Crow” Domingo

The familiar scent of oil, gasoline, and hot metal hit me the second I unlocked the bay door. Taking a deep breath, I admired all my hard work. The polished concrete floors, organized toolboxes, and motorcycles waiting beneath the bright shop lights reminded me of how far I’d come. I built this place from the ground up with my own two hands, and I was proud of that. This shop was my sanctuary. My peace. The one place where nothing else mattered except the work in front of me. I quickly slipped into my work uniform and went to work on the three motorcycles that sat in a row beneath the bright shop lights, each one stripped down to its frame in different places. They belonged to Kash, Rebel, and Dice. Their last heist was coming, and if we were gonna pull it off, these bikes had to be perfect.

I tossed my keys onto the workbench, grabbed my impact gun, and got to work. Kash’s bike came first. The impact gun rattled as I removed the stock exhaust and tossed it onto the concrete floor. I grabbed the custom low-profile system I’d fabricated a few days ago and bolted it into place. Once it was secure, I plugged my laptop into the ECU and uploaded a fresh tune before swapping out the rear sprocket for quicker acceleration.

I fired the engine. It purred low and smooth.

“That’ll get your ass movin’,” I muttered before killing the ignition.