Chicago Mob are already dead. Whoever’s left alive will be taken into custody and stand trial for murder.”
They hadn’t intended for the two shooters to die inside their motel room. If Zeus had stayed with their agreement, the Brethren would’ve secured the mobsters, leaving them for the Disciples to snatch. No shots. No deaths.
Not trusting Zeus, Wrath had brought in Ethan and Geoff. It had been a good decision.
The motel had two security cameras, both low quality and easy to disable. The location at the outskirts of town meant no CCTVs had captured what happened. The only cameras were the micro ones Raider installed. He’d return later that night to remove them. The Brethren would retain custody of the only footage showing what occurred.
“The Disciples are coming out, Wrath.” Raider slid the chair back, giving him a better view of the screen.
A satisfied smile curved Wrath’s mouth. “Our job is done, men. Let’s head home.”
Teri’s face had gone ashen, hands clasped tight in her lap, as Gunner explained what the Brethren had learned. He knew it was difficult for her, learning Zeus had done what he thought best to keep them safe, even allowing them to leave Vegas without any resistance from those who guarded their home.
Watching her struggle, doing her best to stay in control, Gunner realized it might’ve been wise to have Chaos with him. Instead, he’d been assigned to the team Wrath assembled for tonight’s op.
“So, all this time, Zeus has known where we are?”
Gunner shook his head. “Not exactly. Einstein knew, but never shared the location with Zeus. Your husband understood he wouldn’t be able to stay away if he knew where his family lived.”
Sucking in a deep breath, Teri stood, pacing to the living room and back. “It doesn’t matter. He let us go, didn’t try to stop the divorce, and moved on with other women. As far as I’m concerned, Steve Treager is dead to me.” She looked at Katrina and Brady. “We need to pack and leave.”
Brady shot his sister a pleading look. It was obvious he didn’t want to leave Liberty Lake. Katrina agreed. They’d made a home here, settled into a good life they all enjoyed. Moving would solve nothing.
Shoving up, she walked to her mother. “It’s time to stay and fight for what we have, Mom.”
“It’s too dangerous. I won’t put you and Brady in jeopardy.”
“Brady’s in a good school, with a job he likes. I love working at the nursery, and you’ve got the best opportunity ever working for Brodie.” Katrina wouldn’t add she was falling in love with Gunner. “If we don’t take a stand and stay, we’ll be running our entire lives.”
“They already know where we live, Kat.” Teri shook her head, features twisted in pain. “There’s nothing stopping the Chicago Mob from coming right at us.”
Gunner sauntered toward them, slipping an arm over Katrina’s shoulders. “I have a partial solution.”
Katrina looked at him, careful not to appear too hopeful.
“What is that?” Teri asked.
“Wrath has already authorized moving you to one of our safe houses with twenty-four hour guards. We have several in the area. One is within two miles of here, between this house and mine. The Brethren will take care of moving you.”
“Brady’s school? Our jobs?” Teri shot a quick glance at her son.
“No reason to change anything other than your address. We’ll make it look as if you’re leaving town. Believe me, Teri, the Brethren know how to move under the radar.”
Teri took a step away, her gaze moving up, then down his muscled frame. She’d never believed the Brethren were what they appeared.
“I know outlaw MCs, Gunner. From what I’ve seen, the Brethren aren’t in the same category as the Dark Disciples or Demons Blood. It begs the questions, who and what are the Eternal Brethren?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chicago, Illinois
Salvatore Ricca ran both hands through his thick, dark hair, disgust threatening the calm he’d felt while drinking his late night brandy. One phone call had been all it took to shatter his peace.
Setting down his glass, he stood, pacing to the window. He stared out at his large, manicured yard in the northern Chicago suburb of Forest Glen.
The two men he trusted most to do as ordered had died in a shootout with the Dark Disciples. He didn’t blame himself. The decision he’d made was the right one. Send trained killers to scare Katrina Snowden, let Zeus know Salvatore hadn’t forgotten what the Disciples had done to his oldest son. A life ended too soon