“Yeah. You’re right there by the interstate, right?” Dante asked.
“Yeah.” If they’d gone onto the interstate, I knew there was still a chance of catching up with them. It was a fairly straight highway, and chances were, they weren’t jumping off immediately. It was better than trying to figure out where they were going within the city.
“Alright. Rumor has it Fang has a hideout upstate. He’s probably taking her there. He knows we’re on to him. If that’s where he’s going, and he doesn’t have a huge head start, we can still catch up with him,” Dante explained.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” I told him.
“Good. Now get back here so we can get everyone together. I’ll grab a few guys and meet you outside when you get here. We’ll ride out together and try to catch up with them. Don’t worry. If she’s alright now, she’ll be alright when we get there. Then, you can do whatever the hell you want,” he said with a laugh.
“Yeah, but I think karma may be handling all of that for me right now,” I told him.
“Good.” He killed the call.
I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and hopped on the Roadster. It was time to head back to HQ to get the guys together. We had to hurry. Fang already had at least a fifteen-minute head start, and that gap was widening every minute that we weren’t on the road behind him. If we could catch up to him, I knew that it would get ugly, but at least we would get Sasha back.
I would get Sasha back.
I gunned the engine and pulled out of the parking deck. I didn’t know what I intended to do to her once I got her away from Fang. All I could think of clearly was what I was going to do to Fang once we caught up to him. He’d earned every bit of our scorn over the past couple of years, and he was about to face the full wrath of Hell’s Overlords, especially after taking so many guys from us.
I wondered what Sasha was thinking that very moment. I wondered if it had occurred to her yet how badly she’d screwed up by trying to play both sides of the field on this one. She’d tried to be a double agent, and it didn’t seem to be working out for her.
Now, in an attempt to go back to her old boss, she’d been kidnapped by him, and we were about to be on our way to rescue her. The irony was ridiculous.
The good news was that with her in Fang’s custody, it was less likely that anyone would be contacting him to let him know what our next move was. The bad news, of course, was that he probably already knew his boys hadn’t taken out everybody, which meant that someone was going to be riding up on his ass at any minute.
Hopefully, we could get to him before word did, and we’d still have some element of surprise. Plus, being one guy down on his ride, we had an advantage over his fire power, or so I was telling myself. I needed all the morale I could get.
We were about to go toe to toe with our biggest rival and the man competing for our reputation of being the toughest, meanest organization on the street. He may have had better weapons, but, like I always said, he didn’t have the balls it took to do what was really needed when the shit hit the fan.
And the shit was about to hit his fan in a big way. He’d taken business from me. He’d taken men from me. He’d even gone so far as to take my old lady from me. I wasn’t having it. I wasn’t going to put up with his shit anymore.
The orders were going to be to shoot to kill. We were going to take out Fang and whoever else was in that car besides Sasha. Sasha was going to be the only survivor. If anyone else showed up, we were going to take them down, too.
This was war, and we weren’t about to back down.
The engine roared as I sped away from the apartment building back towards HQ.
“Hey, man, we’ll get her back safe and sound.” Dante offered his encouraging words with a hand on my shoulder once I arrived. He could see how troubled my eyes were when I pulled up. He stood outside with four other members armed and ready on their motorcycles.
Afternoon had begun to turn to night, hurting our chances of catching up to Fang and his men. I looked at my guys, who were waiting to hear some encouraging words from their president, especially after having lost so many men earlier in the day, but I didn’t have anything left in me. This whole mess was really starting to take its toll. Part of me wanted to just throw my hands up and walk away, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I owed it to Sasha to go after her.
I couldn’t explain why I owed it to her after everything she’d done, all the trouble she caused, but I felt it deep inside. I owed her another chance. Trust was hard to come by in our line of work, and she’d worked pretty hard to earn mine, despite turning around and stabbing me in the back with it. But I would have done the same for any of my guys. I understood the relationship she had with Fang.