Page 130 of Cobra
Dom doesn’t flinch. “Looks that way.”
Good. That makes it simpler. They know I’m there. They know I’m the obstacle. They know she’s protected. And they still think they can get her. That isn’t courage. It’s arrogance. Arrogance gets men killed.
Logan’s voice cuts through the room. “This doesn’t change the plan.”
“It changes mine,” I say.
His eyes flash. “No.” I look at him. He points at me once. “No solo moves. No dragging bodies through town because your feelings have teeth.”
“My feelings had teeth before.”
Joker’s mouth twitches.
Hammer looks like he wants to laugh and knows better.
Logan doesn’t blink. “Then put a leash on them.”
I step closer to the desk. Not challenging. Not backing down either. “They built a system,” I say. “Systems don’t scare easy. You don’t just watch them and wait for them to make mistakes.”
Dom nods slowly. “You make them bleed resources.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Money. Men. Routes. Safe places.”
Logan’s expression shifts. He hears the strategy now. Not just violence. “Pressure points,” Landon says.
“Peel it,” I repeat.
Dom looks at the map again. “If we hit a route, they reroute. If we hit a payment channel, they change accounts. If we hit both close enough together…”
“They panic,” Cain finishes.
Joker’s smile returns, slow and unpleasant. “And panicked men make noise.”
Logan is quiet for a long moment. Then he nods. “Build it,” he says. “Dom, Landon, find the route and the money. Cain, Shadow, Hammer, prepare bodies. Joker…”
Joker straightens slightly.
Logan looks at him. “When it’s time, you’ll get your fun.”
Joker’s smile deepens. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Logan turns to me last. “You stay on her.” That order hits different. Not because I didn’t already plan to. Because now it’s club directive.
“Yeah.”
His gaze holds mine. “And when I say move, you move with us.”
I nod once.
The meeting keeps going after that. Details. Routes. Names. Rotations. Possible hubs. Known missing girls. Descriptions that make the room colder with each one. Everyone is planning. I listen. I absorb. But inside, the decision is already done. This doesn’t get contained. It gets ended. Not slowed. Not disrupted.
Ended.
Because this isn’t about a random threat anymore. This isn’t even only about Olivia. It started there. It always comes back to her.But every name on Dom’s list is another folder. Another routine. Another girl who walked through her life thinking she was safe because she didn’t know some man had already reduced her to inventory.
No.
The word settles in my chest like a blade.
