Page 69 of Deadly Secrets

“We want our next three shipments free⁠—”

“Done,” Stone states without hesitation. “Let me know when the planes are here.”

“Added a few extra supplies in the cargo area if you run into any trouble down there,” Luca tells us. “Good luck, Stone.”

The line goes dead and we all wait for our Prez to talk.

“The flight to Bogotá is five and a half hours and we’re running about two hours behind since their plane left Abilene. Once the planes get to the warehouse we divide up and take off,” Stone says as he stands behind his chair, gripping the wood of the backrest. “Asked for any assistance that the mafia could spare and they were able to find twenty mercenaries near Colombia to help extract Remi and Ryder.”

A breath I didn’t know I was holding leaves my lungs.

“Do we know the location of Remi and Ryder?” one of the Arizona brothers asks.

Hawk starts tapping on his keyboard and a picture of an aerial map around the city of Bogotá shows up on the wall.

“This is where I’m thinking the planes will land.” Hawk uses a laser pointer to mark an area outside the city. “And here is where Juan José has his compound located.”

“We only have an hour, right?” someone asks.

“That’s what Luca said, so we need to be ready to move once we hit the ground,” Stone tells the room.

“And what if we can’t get both in only an hour?” I whip my head in the direction of the question.

“We’ll deal with that if that happens, but with the help of the extra twenty men already on the ground there, I’m sure it won’t be a problem,” Bullet, the Arizona Chapter Prez, states.

“Exactly,” Stone agrees. “Right now, we need to load up all our gear and head over to the warehouse to wait for the planes to arrive.”

The sound of the gavel pounding on the table dismisses church and everyone starts to file out of the room. My ass stays planted in my chair.

“Whatcha thinking Reaper?” I hear Havoc ask, and my foggy haze that has consumed me starts to lift.

I look around the room and see that Stone, Havoc, Hawk, Brass, Bullet and Bulldog are the only people still here.

“We’ll get them back, brother,” Brass voices.

“But in what condition?” I say bitterly, spit then stand to my feet. I’m starting to feel restless again and need to move. When I was in prison, those four walls felt like a coffin the same as they do right now. “How did I not remember about his tournament today?”

“This is on me, Reap.” Stone comes over and stops me from pacing. “I should’ve made sure everyone was behind the walls before we went out to the motel this morning hunting. I put us all at risk.”

“Doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that we get them back,” Bulldog states.

A knock on the door halts our conversation and Sutton peeks her head in.

“Ledger said you needed something from me?” she asks, not stepping a foot into the room yet.

Havoc walks over wrapping her in his arms, and my body aches to feel Remi’s body touching mine right now.

“We’ve got a problem and thought you might have some insight on an area.” Stone points over to the wall where Hawk still has the map of Juan José’s compound up.

“Sure,” she says and starts to look at the image. “What am I looking at though?”

“Colombia,” Brass tells her.

“Oh.” Sutton walks a little closer, examining the wall.

“Remi and Ryder were taken several hours ago and are headed there and we thought you might know the area better than us,” Stone informs her.

She sucks in a breath. “Taken? Oh no!”