As soon as Georgie was out of the room, Fling yelled for everyone to pull back and wait. Those fuckers wanted in here, then let them come, Boomer thought and saw the look in his leader’s eyes when he swung his gaze to Boomer. Hell yeah, this place was gonna go.
He moved and Fling yelled instructions, “Ricco, tell your men to get the fuck off the roof and get out of here. We mow whoever comes through that door down, and then Boomer will take care of it. Ortiz is still mine.”
Ricco nodded and moved to the door and whistled loudly. “Out,” he yelled and he turned around. Boomer snorted, apparently when he ordered someone to do something they did it. He wondered who the hell he really was, but he didn’t have time to ask. Georgie was gone, and that was all that matter, now he had to get everyone the fuck out of here and safe. Especially himself, him and Little Miss Sassy Pants were going to have a discussion on being pissed and how they were going to handle shit. They were new, and yes he was an ass, that didn’t mean they were done.
One of the things they hadn’t talked about, which was surprising since they had talked about a lot of shit, was how they handled being pissed. Boomer knew he had a bit of a temper, he knew he could be an asshole, and apparently Georgie could be a bitch, which didn’t bode well for either of them.
He unlocked the secured room and opened the door, there was only a small amount of C4 in there, he knew because he didn’t like to store explosives unless he was regularly at the place, mostly because it could explode for a variety of reasons. So the good part was, they had enough to blow the warehouse and wipe out any evidence of the Furies here, well except for one thing, but there was nothing in here but a few papers with a Mexican Cartel’s name on it. He hit the computer in the corner, thank God they had turned it on, he hit some keys, and then moved quickly.
He grabbed his stuff, went to the door, looked out at one of the bastards who yelled into the warehouse. “Come out, we don’t want to hurt you.” All of them laughed, the man had been watching too many cop shows.
Out to the main room he already knew where the weak points to the warehouse was, mostly because he had planned in case they ever needed to do it. His brothers were waiting, when he put up the first charge he heard the guns beginning to fire, they were coming. He moved faster, Fling yelling at everyone, making sure they were seeing where he was. He neared the window that faced the back of the warehouse where Georgie had exited and saw a bunch of SUVs pull up with men dressed in the same attire as Ricco, he wanted to roll his eyes, but he was too busy and didn’t have time.
Another charge planted and he moved on. He ignored Fling’s call to move Monster who had been shot again, fuck. He wanted them all to make it out of here. Then he heard Ricco yell, another Fury had gone down, he didn’t have a chance to look. Another charge, one more and they were done.
“Ortiz!” Fling yelled loudly and yeah, he looked. The man who had started this whole clusterfuck was laughing in the window. He pointed his gun at Fling and pulled the trigger at the same time Fling did. Fling went down, as did Ortiz, and Boomer swore and then saw Bear grab their leader and pull him out from the front line. He didn’t have time to check.
He set the last of the charges and yelled, “Clear out!”
Fling was moving, Bear had lifted him up and was helping him to the door. Boomer met his eyes and he knew. Fuck, he turned, too many men between him and Ortiz, but he pulled his gun and knew he was going to do it anyway. Sunny deserved it, Fling deserved it, the rest of the club deserved it. Closure. And he was going to get it for them, come hell or high water.
Ricco saw what he was doing and damned if the man didn’t cover him. “Leave now,” Ricco yelled and Boomer heard the cars peeling out. They needed to get clear of the building or they were all dead.
Ortiz’s men ran into the room with a smile, like they had won something. Some of them moved through the room to the door. Boomer nodded to Ricco and they turned and ran to the secured door, Boomer punched in the code and threw open the door while Ricco covered him. They were in the room, panting, when Ricco said, “Well, hoss, it could get ugly.”
Boomer went to the monitor that was in the corner and hit it, the screen turned on and he saw Ortiz himself enter the warehouse, he was smiling. Ricco stood next to him, and said, “Hope this place is solid.”
“Yeah,” Boomer said and looked at the man whose hair was barely ruffled even after all that. “Count or Blow.”
“Come on,” Ricco said. “I am from Vegas, never bluff unless you are ready for the consequences.”
Boomer grinned. “This was not a bluff; my hand is stacked!” he said and then hit a button on the key board and the world around them shook.
Georgie was escorted right through the lobby of a posh hotel by the two men, she looked like hell and she knew it. When they went to the elevators, she saw herself in the reflection of the doors and groaned, please don’t let someone get on the elevator with us, she thought when the doors opened.
Both of the men chuckled but the one named Marco said, “You do realize you have been talking no stop since we told you to get up off the floor, I mean you were before, but we couldn’t understand you, it was muffled.”
Georgie nodded. “Yeah, it is a thing, I mean, like a tick or something, I have been doing it since I was little, but I usually have a little bit of a handle on it except when I am stressed, then it’s like Niagara Falls, sorry, you had better get used to it, because until Bear and Boomer are back here all safe and sound, I’m pretty much not going to stop, I can’t.”
Raphael laughed and said, “We figured, but I can tell you right now, Ricco was right, it is cute, and if your man, Boomer, was it?” when she nodded he continued as her mouth hung open in shock, “Well, if Boomer doesn’t take care of you, let me know. I can solve that.”
Oh my God, he was hitting on her, this gorgeous man, who looked like an Italian hottie, was totally hitting on her while she looked like shit and had to smell. In fact, she knew she did because when she was on the floor she could smell herself and it was gross. Something she never wanted to do again.
“I don’t usually stink,” she blurted out and had no idea why, but it made both of the men laugh and shake their heads.
Marco said, “Oh yeah, if Raphael, Boomer, and Ricco fail, I will be in line as well.”
She looked at the other man and her eyes widened again and then her head snapped to the front and she just stared. What on earth? she thought and when they exited the elevator she saw there were literally only four doors on the floor. They walked to the one closest and Marco pulled out a key from his pocket and opened the door. When she walked in a breath caught in her chest, they were in the penthouse, the room was a suite and was flipping huge. She moved without thinking to the windows and looked out. They hadn’t gone that far when they were in the SUV, she should be able to see the warehouse district.
Raphael came to her side as did Marco on the other side. Raphael was the one who said quietly, “It is over there.”
She looked and nodded, taking in a deep breath, but when she let it out, she saw the explosion and her hand instantly went to the window and she pressed herself to it and stared in horror as the plume of smoke rose.
Fling and the others had cleared the warehouse area and then turned down the road that would lead them back to the hotel. No one was talking, well, Bear was but he didn’t count since the large man was cussing at MDog who was cleaning his wound up. Normally Fling would have laughed, but right now, he felt like he had let not only the club down but his men. He hadn’t killed Ortiz. Fucker.
The driver slowed down and he looked around his shoulder and saw the line of cop cars blockading the street in front of them. Fuck, he thought as they slowed to a stop. One of the cops looked at the driver and began to walk their way, if he hadn’t been looking he wouldn’t have seen the slight movement of the driver’s head and then cop stop. Then he did something that surprised him.
The cop nodded and moved and waved to the others who were standing guard as well and the cars moved. Well shit, he thought, they had made a good choice in people they asked for help from apparently.
As they cleared the cop cars, the ground shook and Fling closed his eyes, sending up a prayer for Boomer and Ricco. He hoped they had gotten out.