Destroyer glanced at Alena, who patted the short black wig she wore. She opened the little button-up shirt she had on, showing her generous breasts nearly falling out of the triangles held up by two strings. She had flawless skin dotted by tiny freckles that made her look even younger than usual. She batted her eyelashes at Mechanic and Transporter as she closed the shirt she wore.
Absinthe noticed she avoided looking at Destroyer. It was impossible to tell if he was looking at her, although who wouldn’t look at her? She was beautiful, even in a black wig. She was a true platinum blond, just as Ice and Storm were, but somehow, she still managed to pull off the black hair.
“They’ll definitely be looking at you and not anywhere around them,” Transporter said, grinning. “You’re on, babe. Don’t draw the attention of the prospects by walking like a model.”
Alena rolled her eyes. “Since when am I an amateur?”
She swung a thick coat around her, making her look shorter and much blockier. When she walked, she hunched, shuffled her feet and kept her head down, hands in her pockets. Absinthe noted one of the prospects glanced toward Alena as she made her way toward the two restrooms at the end of the parking lot. Her steps were slow and measured, almost plodding. He looked away immediately. Absinthe wasn’t worried about her anyway. Ice and Storm had rifles trained on the two prospects at all times.
Savage and Destroyer waited until the prospects were once again staring down at their phones, uncaring what any of the civilians were doing in the lot as long as they didn’t approach the bikes. The two loosely followed Alena, spread out so they took up residence on either side of the stairway leading to the river below. Hidden in the dense brush, they disappeared completely.
Alena shrugged off the bulky coat, laid it on top of the stairs, opened her top to reveal her breasts in the little bikini and waited until she caught sight of the two Venomous club members coming toward her. She stood and, like an impatient and nervous teen, began to hop from one foot to the other and bite on one fingernail. The movement sent her breasts bouncing, drawing the eyes of both men. They approached her, grinning, their leering gazes trained on the tiny triangles that couldn’t quite contain her full, rounded flesh.
Savage was on Jacko while Destroyer pushed the needle easily into Wings’s neck. Transporter drove the truck right to the edge of the lot, allowing the two men to dump the bodies into the bed of the truck and cover them with the tarp. Savage tied the tarp down tightly, leapt into the back with Destroyer and signaled Transporter they were good to go.
Alena caught up the coat, wrapped it around her and assumed the same shuffling walk back to the second truck, where she climbed into the back of the cab. Ice appeared carrying a case and slid into the front passenger seat beside Mechanic, who was driving. They pulled away. Czar, Code and Reaper followed in an Audi.
Absinthe and Storm fell in behind them, bringing up the rear in an older-model Dodge Viper that had a powerful racing engine Mechanic and Transporter had designed. It performed like a miracle and could outrun just about anything on the road. Absinthe had to admit, he loved driving the very deceptive-looking car. Each of the other vehicles had a performance engine designed by the two men so the vehicle could handle and make a run if necessary.
Transporter drove to the location they had already scoped out and deposited the three Venomous club members inside the stuffy, dilapidated barn. It was out in the middle of an abandoned property Code had found that had been put up for sale several years earlier that no one had wanted because there was no water available to it. For Savage and Destroyer, it was perfect for their needs—away from everyone with zero chance of anyone overhearing screams.
Savage dragged Wings out of the truck by his boots, not paying attention as the man grunted and thrashed, starting to come around as he hit the dirt and bounced over the rocks and debris leading to the barn. “We’ve got plenty of time before we have to pick up the night managers. Torch will do her thing to the two clubs after hours. These assholes will be left at the Gypsy Club on the stage.”
Destroyer caught Holler by his neck, flung him over the side of the truck onto the ground with more ease than one might expect and reached for Jacko. The Venomous club member had come out from under the drug enough to try to pull a weapon out from under his jacket. Destroyer casually slapped it away and drove his gloved fist into Jacko’s mouth. His fist was wide, and his knuckles shattered the man’s teeth as if they were glass. Just as if he weighed no more than a doll, Destroyer picked Jacko up and threw him into the rocky dirt beside his moaning friend.