Bring It On

Chapter 9

Reaper's POV

I don't know who the hell is Viper's informant, but they've been right on the money every fucking time. They knew how many men to expect, when it was being transported, what was being transported, and how much they were expecting to make. It was getting us noticed, and seen as an actual threat. Soon they'll retaliate.

"How much are we fucking paying this informant of yours," Punk asked Viper as he sat the latest bag of weapons on Viper's desk. "Enough," Viper told him as he opened the bag. I raised an eyebrow at Viper but I didn't say anything. I didn't have a fucking clue who the fuck it was. None of us did. If it was one of us, they weren't sharing either.

I went into the main room and saw everyone lounging around watching TV. I sat at the bar with a drink. "Any idea who the informant is," Brick asked curiously. "Not a fucking clue," Crusher said with a shake of his head. "What about you Reaper," Crew asked me. "You know?" I shook my head, not bothering to answer with words. I didn't have a clue. Viper never talks to them on the phone in my presence, that's for sure. I think it's because he wants to protect their identity as best as possible. If we didn't know, then it couldn't be tortured from us, meaning they can stay safe and continue to do their job. It's for that reason, I'm not gonna press the matter. 

"I think it's a third party," Metal said. "What makes you think that," his twin, Mist, asked him. "The kind of shit they know, is someone who has a lot of time on their hands. We've all been doing jobs left and right," Metal answered. "Not only that, but there are very few reasons we take off our cuts," Crusher threw in. "They're easily recognizable, and so are many of us." 

All good points to make. "Who the hell would Viper trust with a job like that, and not worry they weren't going to sell information on us," Ranger asked. "That's the million dollar question," Wrath said. "I can't think of a single person outside of the club that he would trust to do that." 

"Or skilled enough," Crew said. "I'm good at gathering information, but that's from a computer. The information they're getting is from getting close to their target. That takes time and resources. Resources we don't have." "I think it best we not learn who it is," Wrath said. "It's a dangerous game they're playing. Don't want to risk us getting tortured and spill their name." "You'd really think we'd spill on them," Crusher asked him. "There are some drugs out there that will get you to spill whether you want to or not," Wrath said to him. "We know what some of our enemies are capable of." 

Ain't that the fucking truth. 

A few days later we had a job to crash a transfer for Fairy Dust. Iron Cross and Blood Hound members were to be there. They first had twelve guys each but Blood Hound upped it up to twenty of their men with big guns. We had to call in Purple Haze for back up. We had twenty of our men and twenty of theirs. The hand off was supposed to be at midnight. Iron Cross was paying two million. We planned on taking the money and the Dust. We would split the cash evenly with Purple Haze. Every time we've gotten our hands on the Fairy Dust, I take it be destroyed so it can't end up in anyone else's hands. This shit didn't belong in anyone's hands. The person who originally came up with this shit is a sick fuck that deserves to be tortured in the most painful way possible. 

"We got company," Ranger said in my ear piece. "East Side we got four black SUVs rolling up." I checked my watch. It was midnight on the dot. We were on the rooves and in the warehouses, having them completely surrounded. When the SUVs pulled up, men with Royal Cage tats got out. Royal Cage was a gang far north. So we now know just how far this shit is spreading. Not tonight. 

We began opening fire, and those who weren't hit right away ran like a stepped on ant pile. The drugs and cash got dropped in the panic. We popped the tires of the SUVs and took out all we saw. They weren't able to return fire due to our hidden positions, and when they went into a warehouse, they ate lead given to them by whoever was waiting for them inside. When we confirmed all were dead, we grabbed the drugs and cash then began to clean up. 

It was late by the time it was all said and done. Julio took his half of the cash and went on his way with his members. Ranger and half our men took the cash back to the compound, while I took the drugs with the rest of the men to be incinerated. Once it was all said and done, we went back to the compound. 

"You crashing here tonight Ranger," Brick asked him. Ranger shook his head, "Nah. I got to get up early tomorrow to do some birthday shopping for Anna-Lee before our job tomorrow." "What do you plan on getting her," Bruiser asked him. "No fucking clue," Ranger said with a sigh. "That's why I got to try and find a gift." "Just give her a gift certificate or some shit," Crew said. "You don't know Anna-Lee very well," Crusher said with a chuckle. "She's not your average woman." "She downs whiskey, gives no fucks, and grills the best damn steak I've ever fucking had," Brick said to him. "Good food makes poker nights even better." Ranger chuckled and shook his head, "Yeah it does. I'll catch you guys later." He then headed out for the night, going back home to his sister. I had to agree, Anna-Lee wasn't your average woman, that's for damn sure.