Faith & the Dead End Devils by Kathryn Moon

Author:Kathryn Moon [Moon, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

27. BEAR

Creeping around in Wasted territory—the tiny pocket north of the border that King had granted them—when we were undoubtedly on the brink of war with them was not the safest place to be. I'd almost considered calling in Chance. King was right that he was suited to be a spy and was less conspicuous than me, but someone needed to stick to Faith like glue now that the club knew about her, and I wasn't sure King deserved the time with our girl when he insisted on acting like every minute was a burden.

I'd parked my bike safely away, my cut packed into the saddlebag, and walked to the Wasted's home base on foot, keeping an eye and ear out for anyone around.

The text message I'd received this morning was running through my mind with every step.

Wasted got raided last night. Team looked like some kinda black ops spy shit. Busted shit up and left.

I wasn't sure what I could find out hours later, but I had a bad feeling about the news. King had a plant named Gizmo, an old drunk MC dropout who lived on the edge of the Wasted territory and was willing to let King pay for his habits in exchange for the supply of information. Generally, Gizmo was an unreliable witness, especially to specific details, but I doubted he was likely to be left confused on something as dramatic as a black ops raid.

Black ops sounded about right for the kind of operation Faith had described Omikron as—highly connected, exceptional resources, military-like efficiency. Except what was Omikron doing raiding the Wasted? Even those fuckers couldn't have been so stupid to have messed with an organization like that.

Unless they’d decided Omikron was to blame for them not receiving Faith.

If that was true, the Wasted might manage to eliminate themselves before they became a bigger problem for King.

The sight of the Wasted's warehouse compound didn't promise such an easy out. I'd found an old abandoned general store with a ladder up to the roof and a clear view, and I crouched at the ledge facing the Wasted, peering through binoculars. The only evidence I found of any kind of raid was a busted window at the front. There'd be no way to tell any real damage unless I got inside or Gizmo sent us pictures, but I wasn't gonna push the old man to take that kind of risk.

Maybe something had happened and Gizmo had exaggerated. Maybe there was a new fucking gang coming our way and they’d decided to tackle the easy pickings of the Wasted first.

A few men rounded the side of the building into my view, and I fought my own grin. Bruised faces and busted lips, one arm in a sling.

I didn't know what exactly had happened to the Wasted last night and what consequences might ripple in our direction, but I knew that it was satisfying to see those little shits beat up.

I watched for a while longer, just enough to

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