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the eye. “You know we’ve got your back, brother. Anything you need, we’ll be there.”
Relief washed over Moose’s face when the rest of the brothers chimed in—each of us assuring him that we would do whatever needed to be done. “Good to hear that, ’cause right now, Gus is hanging in there, but we don’t know how he’s gonna come through on this. No matter what happens, he’s got a long road ahead of him, and when word gets out that he’s out of commission, the club’s gonna look vulnerable. Folks will think this is the time to come at us and take advantage while we’re down. We gotta show that we’re just as strong as we ever were, and while we’re at it, we’re gonna take care of the motherfuckers who shot Gus and give them a taste of what Fury is all about.”
“That mean you know who was behind it?”
He looked over to Riggs. “Why don’t you show them what you found?”
Riggs nodded. Moose sat down as Riggs stood up and walked over to the monitor mounted on the back wall. Soon after, the security footage from that night started to play. The room fell silent as we all watched a blacked-out Dodge Charger pull up to the diner. The windows were tinted, making it impossible to see who was inside. The car remained parked with no movement whatsoever until the front door of Daisy’s opened. As soon as Gus came into view, the passenger side door of the Charger opened, and a male figure wearing all black and a dark ski-mask stepped out. I could feel the tension crackling around the room as we watched the man charge towards Gus. Our president was unarmed, carrying his bags of takeout, and caught completely off guard when the man approached. Before he had a chance to react, the man fired twice, then as Gus collapsed to the ground, the guy raced back to the car. A stream of curses flowed through the room as my brothers and I watched the car speed off, leaving Gus to die on the front walkway of the diner.
Riggs paused the feed as he looked out at us and said, “I know this was tough to watch, but I wanted you all to see what kind of fucked up shit we’re dealing with here. These men knew Gus was in the diner and were waiting for him to come out.”
“Yeah, we got that.” With fury pulsing through my veins, I growled, “Now you gonna tell us who these motherfuckers are or what?”
“In case you missed it, the Charger these assholes were driving wasn’t sporting a license plate. That in itself made it tough to find these guys. Add in the fact that these damn Chargers are every-fucking-where, but after going over and over it, I finally realized I was missing the obvious.” He motioned his hand towards the monitor on the wall. “Look at the hood scoop, the thin red racing stripe, and red brake lights. This isn’t your run-of-the-mill Hemi. This is a 2019 Hellcat SRT limited edition. Not a lot of folks around here have that kind of ride, so I hacked into the databases of the surrounding dealers and searched their sales reports.”
Growing impatient, I grumbled, “I know you worked hard on all this shit, brother, but are you getting somewhere with all this?”
“Yeah, Bone. I’m getting there. Antony Booker bought this exact model just over a year ago.”
“Who the fuck is Antony Booker?”
“He’s KeShawn Lewis’s first cousin.” Riggs walked back over to his spot at the table and sat down. “Appears that the trouble we had with Lewis and the Inner Disciples isn’t quite over.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Blaze roared. “We killed every last one of them, and the Red Knights.”
KeShawn Lewis was the leader of the Inner Disciples. His son was shot during a drive-by, and when they took him to the hospital, Kenadee, Blaze’s ol’ lady, was the lead nurse on duty in the ER. The kid was in bad shape, and even though the doctors and nurses did everything they could to save him, Lewis blamed Kenadee for his son’s death. He decided to seek vengeance and go after her. Needless to say, things didn’t turn out the way he’d hoped. We not only took him down, we took down his entire club, and the Red Knights—a gang that decided to join him in his attempt to avenge his son’s death. We thought we’d