Chapter Nineteen
They waited in the shadow of the building. His men positioned themselves at every open spot where the delivery was supposed to take place on the dock.
Bright lights bounced off the building in front of them. Davin’s hands on the steering wheel tightened.
A small light flashed from the roof top.
“That’s the signal from Griffin,” Kane said from the back seat.
Torin placed a hand on his arm. “Don’t go in half cocked,” he warned. “You can get your revenge and still come out of this on top.”
Davin pinned him with a dead stare. This wasn’t about the job. Not anymore. They had gone after Morgan. Had nearly killed her.
This was about one thing: vengeance.
He glanced at Noel in the rearview mirror. His cousin wore the same expression.
Davin stepped out of the car and nodded to Bain, who stood next to his black bike, nearly blending in with the darkness around them.
His men moved in silence around the building. This wasn’t their first time getting the jump on the enemy, but he wasn’t so sure it had ever meant more than today.
They moved behind several crates, splitting their numbers into three groups so they could cover more ground.
Davin crouched down with Noel.
“He’s mine,” Noel said, and stared at him in the darkness. “Anton. He’s mine.”
Davin nodded. Not a chance in hell he was coming between the big guy and the sadistic bastard.
He moved to get a better view of the men standing around the back of a van. There was a black car nearby as well. Even from where they were, he could see the back of the van was packed full of bags with white powder.
“Shit,” he whispered.
It was more than he ever thought they would be moving. That amount would help a group run the whole state, let alone the city.
He felt his cousin tense beside him.
“It’s him,” Noel said.
Davin focused through the low light and spotted a fat, greasy Russian giggling near the black car parked next to the van.
The window was down just a crack, but that was all he needed to see the cross on the side of the face just inside.
“Boris,” he roared.
Davin was moving before he could even think. He raised his gun and fired at any man moving near the van.
“Well, I guess we’re going with the half-cocked plan,” Torin shouted.
Bullets rained down on the men around the van, Davin and his men taking out the Russians one at a time.
The lights of the van lit up as a man inside pulled a body out of the seat and started the vehicle.
“He’s going to get away!” Kane shouted.
Davin narrowed his eyes and leveled his gun. “Like hell he is.”
One shot right between the eyes was all it took. The man slumped forward, his head landing on the horn.
Tired squealed as the black car tore away from the dock. Davin locked eyes once again with Boris.
He fired at the retreating vehicle but missed.
The team moved in now. Many of the Russians were either dead or severely wounded.
Noel held Anton at the end of his gun. The fat fuck wasn’t laughing anymore.
Davin watched the struggle as his cousin faced down the man that had tormented him for so long.
“Please,” Anton mumbled. “Mercy.”
Noel’s hand tightened around the gun. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m giving mercy to the next guy.”
The gun fired, and the man slumped over, a bullet right in his chest. Davin watched as Noel emptied the rest of the clip into his chest.
Kane appeared at his side. “We got five still alive,” he said.
Davin glanced around at the men lying on the ground. One had only a leg wound. He was young, way too young to be involved in this sort of shit. Barely a man.
Without a thought, he loaded another clip.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
He put bullets into every man but the young guy.
His men stared at him in surprise. “They want a message?” Davin said. “Well, now they’re getting one.”
Davin stepped over to the van. He put the dead man’s foot on the gas and put the car in drive. The vehicle lurched forward. It teetered on the side of the dock before rolling over into the water below.
“We could have sold the drugs,” Kane said beside him.
Davin shook his head. “We’re taking this place back, and we’re doing it right,” he said with venom.
The other men from the roofs had gathered on the dock around them. The young guy sat shivering on the ground.
“Don’t kill me,” he cried.
Davin glared at him. “How old are you?”
The boy stared at him for a moment.
“I said, how fucking old are you?”
The boy shrank back from him. “Nineteen,” he said quietly.
Davin squatted down next to him. He could see that the wound on his leg was superficial, and the boy would be just fine.
“What’s your name?” Davin said.
“Jake.”
Davin leaned forward a little.
“Well, Jake, I need you to deliver a message for me to Boris. Tell him Davin and his team have him in our sights. And if he ever tries to come for anything that’s ours, we’re not going to kill him. We’re going to string him up and take off a piece of him a day until there’s nothing left.”
The boy’s eyes widened.
“You think you can deliver that for me?” Davin said.
Jake nodded.
Davin stood and sighed as he looked around at the bodies littering the ground.
“You wanna send in a cleaner?” Noel asked.
Davin shook his head. “Cops won’t give a shit. Anyone who cares is with the Russians and needs a reminder about picking the wrong side.”
Kane snorted. “Well, we’re making quite the entrance here.”
Davin shrugged. Someone had to.
He stopped and turned to where Jake was still sitting. The young man could have been him years ago.
“You remember that as well. Make sure you pick the right side, or fucking just get a job delivering pizza.”
Jake locked eyes with him, and he could only hope he understood his meaning. The boy rose, unsteadily, and started limping off.
Davin turned and groaned. He touched his shoulder and pulled back with a small amount of blood.
“Going soft now over a little cut?” Torin said. The man nudged Davin, and he grunted again. “Come on, pussy. Let’s get you cleaned up before we go see Morgan.”