Old Lady (Iron Disciples Book 2) (14 page)

“You still there Morgan?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m here. It’s just that I have been thinking
I’m going to jail and now…well now I have my future back so it’s a lot to think
about.”

“Well…you should call Cade for starters and make that
right. Who knows, maybe he’s already forgiven you.”

“You really think that? The former president of the Iron
Disciples forgiving someone who ratted on him?”

“You
barely
ratted on him Morgan. Ratting is like
going to the police right? You didn’t go to the police and you just told
another member your suspicions. That’s not really ratting on him; not
technically at least. Call him. You might be surprised at what you hear.”

Can I trust Stacy now? If she’s the reason I got in hot
water at work she could still be conspiring to fuck my life up. She may want me
to call Cade when that could be the worst advice ever. I don’t know what the
hell to think right now.

“I’ll think about it.” I finally reply. “Right now I’m
gonna shower and get something to eat. I’ll call ya later.”

“Call me when you’re ready for some coffee.” She replies.

“Later.”

“Bye Morgan. Good to hear from you again.”

“Yeah…bye.”

The Disciples, the Outkasts, and the Latin
Kings have a meeting…

Cade and Eddie are the first to arrive at the salvage
yard on the outskirts of town for their meeting. They get off their bikes and
proceed to walk around the yard looking for any sign of a trap. Ten minutes
later their back with the bikes satisfied that today’s meeting will go on
without a hitch.

“So why the sudden meet?” Eddie asks his brother.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Cade replies. “I haven’t
heard there have been any problems with our business, have you?”

“It’s been quiet. None of our inventory has been lost and
those new car washes we’ve been using to wash the money have worked incredibly
well. I can’t see where there would be any complaints from the Kings or the
Outkasts. I mean we’ve jus-”

Eddie stops abruptly when he spots two approaching SUV’s about
a quarter or half mile from the yard. There’s only one way to get in and out of
the salvage yard so the approaching vehicles will probably enter through the
gate then split up to come at the brothers from two different angles; if
they’re hostiles of course.

The second Cade spots them he’s jumping on his bike and
firing it up. He reaches inside his cut and pulls out a Glock 17 9mm pistol.
Eddie does the same and the brothers spin the throttle and shoot towards the
yard’s entrance. They get about thirty yards when they both realize they won’t
make the entrance in time. They screech to a halt. Cade figures they have about
four minutes to hide or take cover or something.

“Look he shouts to his brother. We go out on the open road
and they’ll slaughter us. We can’t outrun those things anyway; we’ll just get
mowed down. Our only play here,” he says pointing to the junk surrounding them.
“Is to use all this crap as a shield and just shoot it out here in the salvage
yard. You just got the one gun?”

“I got my Glock as well.” Eddie pats his right ankle.
“And my .380 here for close quarters. What about you?”

“He holds up his Glock, then reaches into his saddle bags
and produces a sawed off shotgun and a Colt Commander. “I got about twenty
rounds for the shotgun and two extra 16 round mags for the Glock and two 8
round mags for the Colt. How many you got?”

“I got two extra mags for both guns. The .380 only holds
8 rounds in each mag and you know how many the Glocks hold.”

Cade looks towards the highway. Both vehicles have
covered about half the distance to the yard. That gives them about two minutes
now. They quickly ditch the bikes at a place that is both hidden and not far
from them. If they can just even the odds they may be able to shoot out the
tires of the SUV’s and make a run for it on the open road. All they need to do
is disable the lead SUV in a place in the yard where the following vehicles
can’t get around.  The other vehicles could back out but that would give the
brothers time to get out and maybe back into town.

Cade nestles himself about five feet from his brother.
They’re both surrounded on all sides but the front with stacks of engines and
parts from engines. It’s actually pretty damn good protection. He sets the Colt
along with its spare mags on the ground at his feet. He holds the Glock in hand
for the initial action. The Colt he’ll use when the Glock runs dry. He rests
the shotgun in his lap then looks out across the horizon for the approaching
enemies.

“Who do you think it is?” He asks Eddie.

“Gotta be those Juarez boys right? They must have over
powered the Kings and are moving in.”

“Makes sense, but I hope to hell you’re wrong. Wouldn’t
we have heard something on the street?” Cade asks. “I can’t see them making
that big a move and keeping it under wraps. There are just too many Kings
around there to keep them all silenced.”

“Probably right. So what’s the strategy here Cade?”

“Well…since they are probably only expecting the two of
us at the meeting and for us to be lightly armed, they probably only have three
or four guys per car so that leaves three or four guys for each of us. You can
take four on your own can’t you Eddie?”

“Piece of Cake.”

Both vehicles split up now and make for opposite
entrances. As Cade’s adrenaline begins to surge through his body his mind
strangely take a detour in Morgan’s direction as he recalls the early days of
their budding romance. His cousin was out for the night and they had the house
to themselves; a rare treat in those days. 

Almost a month ago…

Morgan and I collapse on the sofa, heads
pleasantly spinning from drink, good food, and laughter. That seems to be a
rare thing between us; laughter. It’s not that we don’t have anything to laugh
about, it’s just that all the other stuff in life tends to drown out that
lighter side that I think both of us do have. She flops down on the couch first
and I follow suit and manage to get a fiberglass foot up the ass.

She howls with laughter and says to me. “You
have no idea how long I’ve wanted to shove my foot up your ass Cade.”

“Not half as long as I’ve wanted you to do
it.” I reply laughing.

I’m pretty sure absent the two bottles of
wine consumed betwixt us that would not have merited more than a dry chuckle. I
hop up quick for fear of either breaking her leg again or enjoying the
sensation. I’ve never been one for anal play but there’s always a first time;
hopefully not with her giant cast though.

“When are you going to get that damn thing
removed?” I ask her.

“When it suits my purpose of course, and
right now on account of how much sympathy sex I get… I shoulda taken the
fucking thing off weeks ago!”

“Sorry Morgan, but I don’t do charity.”

“So…I guess that means you’re accustomed to
paying for it then?”

“That’s not quite what I meant.” I reply.
“But right now…” I dig around in my pocket and come up with a tattered and
borderline disgusting looking twenty dollar bill. “What’ll this get me?”

“Probably some disease if you don’t wash up
after handling that.” She replies. “Now get that thing away from my vagina. I
can practically feel an STD wafting off it.”

“You’re probably right.”

I throw the offending bill on the floor and
move in position to lie down next to Morgan. Since we’re on the couch she
either has to let me lie on top of her or she has to climb on top of me; either
way works. After a modicum of squirming around with inflamed cock rubbing up
against inflamed thighs we come to a… her on top understanding. Our mouths find
each other and any thought of words falls by the wayside. She’s an aggressive kisser
for a woman and I nearly said so before I thought that one through. If I’d have
said that it would have sounded like an experienced comparison between a man’s
kiss and hers. Now there’s a barrel of worms I don’t need to open right now.
It’s not that I have ever kissed a man I just don’t want her thinking I think
she kisses like I imagine a man would kiss. And that whole train of thought
would have never gained traction if I hadn’t have polished off nearly an entire
bottle of wine.

Back to the present…

Abruptly the sound of heavy vehicles and tires sliding on
gravel pulls me out of my sudden trip down memory lane. I don’t bother to fire
at the vehicles. They may be made of bullet proof glass and I don’t have
bullets to waste. If they’re sporting those special run flat tires my strategy
isn’t going to work. Just inside the gate both vehicles slow down considerably
to look for us. A sudden thought occurs to me. There’s probably a lot more men
in those cars than I first assumed. If they got accurate intel on our little
meeting here they will have known that there should be six armed men here and
not just Eddie and me. That probably means there’s at least a dozen gunmen
behind those blacked out windows. Another disturbing thought pops into my head.
Where are the other guys; our guys? There’s supposed to be two guys from the
Outkasts and two from the Latin Kings. That they’re not it this shitstorm with
my brother and I leads me to believe that we’ve been sold down the river by one
or both groups. The guys in those vehicles could be Juarez Cartel members or it
could be the Outkasts and the Kings or all three of them.

Both SUV’s move into position and stop about thirty feet
or so from us. We should be able to pick at least a few of them off with our
handguns. They should have stopped farther back and tried to draw us out from a
vantage point that was too far away for us to be accurate with our current fire
power. If we even disable the lead vehicle it may give us enough time to get
out in front of them and we may just be able to make it back to town. The top
speeds of both our bikes are maybe one ten, one fifteen while I’m sure those
SUV’s can easily get around one twenty five. With my heart pounding in my mouth
I text Eddie, praying he checks his phone. My message is simple. Disable and
run. If he has half a brain he’ll know which SUV I mean and what I mean. I wait
for fifteen very tense seconds before he replies.

“Got it!”

I send one last text.

“U take the guys I take out SUV. My bike. You drive I
shoot.”

After a couple seconds he replies.

“OK”

And that’s all the time we have to plan. Windows come
down on both vehicles followed by bright muzzle flashes; it is on! Right away I
see they made one tactical mistake. The second SUV is parked at such an angle
that they can only shoot out of the one passenger window in front. The other
guys will have to get out exposing themselves to our fire so they can get a
bead on us.

The sheer volume of lead coming our way though is
astounding! That’s only half of their crew firing at that. They must be using
AK’s and our HK 121’s from the sound of it. I can tell initially from their
fire that they’re not exactly sure where we are. It’s like they’re trying to
draw us out. It works. I hear Eddie’s controlled bursts coming from my right
and pretty soon I see two guns silenced. Unfortunately they also got a line of
Eddie and suddenly he’s being shredded alive. It takes me about five seconds to
flatten the front and rear passenger side tires of the lead vehicle. If we can
just get a lull in fire we can jump on my bike and the race will begin. If we
can’t catch that break soon it’ll be all over for both of us.

After what could only have been a minute at most I hear a
grunt and Eddie’s guns are silenced.

“Fuck!”

I may not be able to stand my fucker of a brother but
when it comes to war I’m inclined to side with family, especially since there’s
no way I’m gonna get out of this alive without his help. I catch movement out
of the corner of my left eye. Guys from the second vehicle are getting out and
moving into position. I wait until they’re close enough for my shotgun to be
effective, then open fire. The two closest guys who’re both carrying AK’s fall
dead instantly. The four guys behind them fall back towards the van firing
wildly. Another sound catches my attention. Eddie is firing again. I can tell
from the sound that he’s using his back up .380. That’s not a good sign. That
means anytime now he’s gonna run dry. I grab my 9mm and start firing again at
the retreating Cartel guys but only get two shots off before the slide locks
back. Now I’ve run dry. That means I have about fifteen shells left in my
shotgun before I’m weaponless myself. The remaining four from the second
vehicle disappear behind the front SUV. I have a nasty feeling I have about
sixty more seconds to live and with that realization comes another flash of
memory of Morgan and me.