Page 110 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Fuck, how many of you are here?” the Grim Henchmen behind Diesel asked.
“More than enough to kick your asses.”
The click of guns cocking was deafening. A loud whistle rang out, and the room went silent. Panther and Banger, sniper rifles drawn, walked into the group of bikers.
“We got a shit load of weapons and these”—Banger lifted his rifle in the air, then nodded toward Panther’s—“will mow you all down before you can get out a shot. We counted seven of you to more than twenty of us. We’re not here for any grievance with the Grim Henchmen.”
“We settled the East Bay Dogs bullshit at the rally,” Panther said.
“So you got a choice—get the hell outta here and let us do our business or try and fight us,” Banger said.
One of the Grim Henchmen snorted. “You think we’re afraid of youse?”
“Not one bit. I’m sure we’re all gonna have the chance to flex our muscles at each other another time, but if you wanna go at it, let’s go.” Banger raised his weapon at the man’s head.
A tense silence fell over the warehouse.
“You’re not buying into this, are you?” Cano’s whiny voice cut through the quiet.
The Henchmen behind Diesel lowered his gun. “This isn’t our fight, man.” He turned to his members. “Let’s go.”
The men began shuffling out of the warehouse when Banger said, “And don’t try anything stupid. We got this place and beyond surrounded.”
The rival bikers retreated without saying a word.
“Come back! Are you crazy? We had a deal.” The vein in Cano’s temple pulsed visibly, and Diesel could smell his fear, and it stank.
“Take your money and go. We’re done,” he said.
Diesel shook his head. “No, I’m not gonna do that ’cause I’m not done withyou. I’m just getting started.”
“What’re you talking about? I don’t know you. I’ve never seen you.”
“The rally. Remember, dumbass?” Jax said.
“There were a lot of bikers in leather. I don’t remember seeing any of you. I’ve never had a problem with you guys.”
“Who’s the Insurgent you’re dealing with? And if you lie, you’ll die a slow death,” Panther said.
“I-I don’t know his name. He never told me. He just went by ‘Butch.’ I swear on my mother’s grave. I don’t know. I’ll never deal with him again.” He looked over at the two bodyguards. “Dosomething!”
One of the men went for his piece, and the bullet from Demon’s gun took him out instantly. He fell to the ground with athud. Fear streaked across the other bodyguard’s face.
“Why are you doing this? If you want this shit, take it. We’ll call it even. I won’t deal with Butch again. The pills are legit.” Cano pushed the case toward Diesel.
“You’re a lying sack of shit,” Diesel said as he kicked the case away.
“What do you want from me? I’ll give you anything. I don’t have any problem with you guys. Don’t hurt me. I have a family—two kids and a wife. Please,” Cano pleaded.
“I’m not here for anything butyou.” Diesel slowly shook off his jacket.
“Why?”
“One word: Freddy.”
Cano’s eyes bulged. “I don’t know anyone named Freddy.”
“I wouldn’t waste your last breaths on trying to convince me of that. I’m his brother, and in my world, fuckers gotta pay for their wrongs.”
