The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,94
all but he’s not going to move there permanently because of the… issues. Fuck it, let’s plan out the pervert’s death. It’s the last one, right? Only the dickhead Jackal after?”
I nod and pour myself another drink. “I have something specific for him… fuck for them both.”
He scoffs at me. “You’ve had sadist shit planned for them all. Fuck, half the MC is still having nightmares from what you did to Alcatron and his boys.”
I chuckle and look back out at the old guys at the bar.
It’s a fucking good life.
It takes longer than I’d like to get into the Vulture’s lair. That’s exactly what the auction house is too, a fucking lair.
The Coyote gets me the plans for the right price. Fuck, the amount would bankrupt most small countries but I pay it gladly, knowing he can’t say a fucking word without being held equally accountable for the Vulture’s death.
I have a plan to keep myself out of the shit for his murder too, one that will hopefully keep the kid safe too but I don’t tell her about it either.
She’s jumpy as fuck about having friends, let alone starting an empire. But no matter how I puzzle this shit out, the only way I can have her back the way I need to and keep her safe, is to be inducted.
Never thought I’d be saying that but there it is.
I’m going to be a married and a kept man.
And there’s fucking nothing I regret about either of those things.
But first I need the Vulture dead and after months of planning and hunting, buying men off and studying escape routes, I’m standing outside the front of the auction house with fury running through my blood and a lit cigarette between my lips. Roxas lights up and hands it off to Harbin after a drag. The biker looks like he’s aged about twenty years since he dropped his kids off in Coldstone, as though he has the whole fucking world balanced on his shoulders, but he’s here and ready to gut every last one of the Vulture’s men with me if that’s what I need.
He knows when the time comes and he needs to sort his bullshit with the Boar, I’m there every step of the way.
Ride or die.
Rock motherfucking solid.
“Cleaning house? Or killing all witnesses? I think he’s got like thirty or so men working under him.” Roxas says, lighting his own cigarette.
I blow out a stream of smoke and watch it disappear into the warm night air. “Cleaning house and he has twenty-eight men in there. Only one of them is expecting us.”
Harbin raises a brow. “You bought one off? Risky.”
I smirk and show him my phone. The photo of the beautiful little girl is one I’m going to delete the second we’re done here. I’m not a big fan of using kids to get to people but, fuck, my line has drifted some in my vengeance mission.
“He knocked up one of the girls a few years back. Stole her and blamed another of the Vulture’s men, got the guy killed. Bit of a fucking mess but it’s working in my favor.”
Roxas chuckles and puts his cigarette out underneath his boot. “The Coyote can hunt fucking anything down, man. I might need him to look someone up, you think you can make that happen?”
I check all of my knives and guns and cleavers before stepping forward, away from my Mustang and towards my mission. “Easily done but it’ll cost you a fucking fortune. He’s a price gauger, hoards his money like he’s planning on dying a fucking billionaire.”
They both chuckle at me because it's not the first time I’ve gone off about the little asshole’s prices, and we move out.
I doubt tactical groups could clear a building as fast as we do, bodies dropping like flies as we use the security footage I’ve been watching for fucking months to anticipate where they’re all hiding out.
It’s a fucking pit, none of the men cleaning up after themselves or even fucking showering with any sort of regularity, and every room I burst into stinking worse than the last.
Disgusting.
Roxas crows like a fucking kid when he kills ten guys himself and wins his own stupid little bet. I don’t give a fuck about these guys really, only that they need to be dealt with to get to the Vulture.
The man himself is hiding in his little office on the top floor.