He’d chosen his hideout well; an upscale apartment building in the metropolitan area with high level security and a doorman. There was also plenty of cameras, people and potential for innocents to be caught up in the crossfire. It was kind of funny that Dane thought that gave a shit about any of that and as if it would stop them once they’d found him.
Thankfully, there was no need for a complicated plan or vast levels of tech; the job would get done with brute force alone and they had that in abundance. There wasn’t much anyone could do against physical force when they’re unprepared for it, especially when the people delivering it give zero fucks about any fallout. They were one-percenters. They were the scurge of society. They don’t hesitate to act and they don’t give a fuck.
Another aspect that Dane hadn’t accounted for was other chapters of their club. It wasn’t surprising really. A man like Dane wouldn’t be able to trust anyone else unless there was some quid pro quo arrangement. He didn’t have any true friends and no one he could count to have his back. When you live like that, you assume everyone else does too and that would be his downfall.
There were two fallen chapters in Ohio and one happened to operate a bar not far from where Dane was staying. They’d spent the day with their brothers and small groups had checked out the building throughout the day. He, Digger and Bones didn’t go anywhere near. They could count on Dane having the building watched and no doubt he’d know their faces by now. When the time came, if they were recognised, it wouldn’t matter – it would already be too late.
They’d found out everything they needed and had a plan. Their Ohioan brothers would create chaos and distractions throughout the local area, keeping any quick response from law enforcement from happening. Then they’d do the rest.
They took the free time to eat a proper meal and have a few drinks until it was time to move out. King’s phone rang, it was Lock from the local chapter who was staked out at Dane’s building.
“Doorman’s packing up now.”
“Got it.” He hung up and turned to his mates. “Ready?” He asked as Bones finished his beer.
“Let’s get this fucking done.”
A steely determination hardened all their expressions. They all stood and left the bar to the cheers and encouragements of their brothers.
King swung his leg over his bike and shared a grin with Digger and Bones. It had been a while since they’d done anything like this and fuck, if he wasn’t looking forward to it. He pulled up his black, half-skull face shield, leaving his helmet off. The rumble of his Harley engine vibrated through his legs and he inhaled the smell of gas and leather. He fucking loved it. He could feel himself getting riled up and he embraced the fury that built in his core. His muscles tensed and fingers flexed in anticipation of delivering serious pain to the man who was haunting their woman.
Bones led, taking them straight to Dane’s location. As they pulled into the street they were greeted with sounds of sirens and flashing lights in the distance. The distractions were taking place, so now they had nothing holding them back.
Digger
They parked their bikes at the side of the building, out of the view of the cameras. For a fancy fucking complex, it had plenty of blind spots. He patted his pocket to double check he had the police badge that would guarantee them entrance. It was a little after 10.30 and the doorman had finished his shift and left. Now there was only the security who manned the front desk and were there to respond to any resident emergencies.
They approached the glass door and tested to see if it was open. It shouldn’t have been but it was, no need for the badge then. Security hadn’t got round to locking it yet, probably distracted by the scene down the street that the building’s front cameras would pick up.
He strode into the highly polished lobby. There were couches and chairs with small tables decorated with flowers on one side. On the other was the front desk and three gold elevator doors. The security guard had yet to look up and he took advantage of taking him by surprise. He ran forward, placing his hands of the raised front of the desk and propelled himself over. The guard looked up and his eyes widened in that split second before Digger ploughed into him. They both hit the floor and he easily wrestled the man onto his front, pinning him with his knee on his back and securing his hands and feet with practised ease. Any fight left in the guard disappeared quickly. Digger bent and put his mouth next to the whimpering guard’s ear.