Page 6 of Odin's Treasure
It wasn’t just us heading to Devils Cove. After Danger approached me, I reached out to a few other brothers I’d served with. Jekyll jumped in head first, no explanations needed. Dollar was in as long as his younger brother Shine could tag along. Apparently Shine needed some direction in life. He’d been flirting with the outlaw life, and Dollar was worried his baby bro was going to end up in a concrete box with the way he was headed. You see, Shine was a hacker. Give him a computer and an internet connection and there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do. The man was dangerous. Just not in the same way Danger and Jekyll were.
“There it is.” Dash pointed through the windshield, pulling me out of my musings. “Turnoff’s up ahead.”
I eased off the gas and made the turn, gravel crunching beneath the tires.
“What the absolute fuck?” Dash rumbled
The gates were wide open like a goddamn invitation to anyone who wanted to roll up. If Ghost’s estimates were right, there was a quarter of a million dollars’ worth of automatic weapons on the property. At least there was supposed to be.
“By all means. Come on in and jam us all up,” I growled. “What if we were the ATF? The Feds? Surely to god, Moody isn’t this fucking stupid.”
Danger leaned forward, somehow managing to wedge his big body between the seats. “Someone’s getting their ass beat,” he said, pointing a tattooed finger at the black spray paint slashed over the Saint’s Outlaws insignia on the gate.
My jaw locked.
I kept driving as boiling rage started to crawl up my spine.
Moody had been given a goddamn gold mine. A prime location in the middle of fucking nowhere with the perfect cover. The routes and clientele were already established for crying out loud, and instead of protecting the gift they had, they’d let it go to shit.
“See this shit,” I said pulling up in front of the clubhouse, “I’m not going to feel bad at all putting a bullet in that stupid fuck’s brain.”
Danger snorted. “You look like you’re about to blow a gasket.”
I threw out an arm at all the bullshit around us. “Do you blame me? Look at this fucking place.”
It was in worse shape than any of us realized. Trash, junked cars, old tires, and a few hundred fucking beer bottles and cans were littered around the property.
“Naw. I don’t,” Dash sighed.
Jekyll’s truck pulled up beside mine, and I could see they were having the same reaction to seeing this shithole that we were.
I pulled in a deep breath and slowly let it out. I was about to get all these motherfuckers in line.
“Let’s get this shit over with,” I said.
Shoving open the door, I stepped down from the truck.
As I started towards the clubhouse, the doors swung open, and Moody strutted out with three men at his back.
His eyes came to me, then flared when he got a look at the crew I’d brought with me.
Surprise motherfucker.
To his credit, the bastard had enough sense to force a smile as his arms spread open wide. “Well, I’ll be damned. Look what the cat drug in.”
I didn’t even try to play along. I wasn’t going to pretend this was a social call. I had a job to do.
“Where is everyone?”
His brow furrowed. “Everyone, who?”
“Your club,brother.” He wasn’t any brother of mine, but I needed everyone together before I dropped the hammer.
Like fish in a fucking barrel.
He tipped his head towards the building behind him.
Good. That was going to make things easier.
