Watcher by MariaLisa deMora

Author:MariaLisa deMora
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: love, suspense, action, death, military, motorcycle, vengeful

Never again

Watcher

“Jesus.” Watcher twisted to look the other direction along the alley, hearing a grunt as Opie hit the wall beside him. “How many are there?”

“Got ten or twelve, but they’re packing a serious arsenal.” Another fusillade of shots came from the street running parallel to where they stood. Opie grunted again, tapped his earpiece and said, “On our way, brother.” To Watcher, he said, “We gotta move. Spider’s got two of them outside the safe room at the church.”

“Outside?” Watcher didn’t wait for a response. He jogged down the alley, knowing Opie and the other men would be directly behind him.

His own earpiece hit static for a moment, then, “Got forty rolling the bridge, Prez.”

Fuck. He, Opie, and the other men here were in a better position to deflect the new wave of enemies. He tapped his earpiece, grunting, “Copy. Update with changes.” Turning with one raised fist, halting their advance, he told the men at his back, “Bikes headed our way. We need to cut them off.”

The Soldiers had been engaged in a running battle with the cartel for nearly three months. Each time Watcher thought they’d cut the head off the snake, it wiggled back to life. His Soldiers had worked hard to convince the coyotes it wasn’t worth their lives to route through Soldier territory north of the bridge. Since the Soldiers claimed I-10 from Odessa, Texas, west through New Mexico to Lordsburg, and from El Paso up through Albuquerque, it didn’t give Machos or the cartel much room to ease past them. But, carving out that section gave his men the bulk of the state as theirs, and outside of the Machos, it wasn’t a claim to be questioned.

Colorado clubs stayed north of the Soldiers, and the western clubs weren’t interested in anything other than Cali. Things should have been comfortable. Should have been, but the cartel also looked to be finding additional support in small upstart clubs, cycling cash and product through them in a way that ensured they grew out of control, imploding at the end. Even knowing it was coming, each bloody implosion still took energy to watch and contain. Mason, Bones, and Watcher had determined this was the cartel’s intent. A tactic to keep enough shit stirred up to keep the clubs busy and on guard, giving the cartel time and room to seek out other avenues to peddle their product.

The way Watcher saw things, he could just about map how deep the Machos were in with the Columbians. He didn’t expect they’d ever be able to claw their way clear of anything, and Raul reported the Mexican club had seen record defections. It looked like Machos had joined forces with the cartel to try and maneuver things so their men had no choice but to toe the line. This meant frequent forays into the US to bring back money to buy loyalty. Or, as they were today, they could try and flank the Soldiers and run a shipment through where they weren’t supposed to be.

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