not wanting to believe they had a traitor in their midst. He and Jez had gone out of their way to build a strong, solid crew around them after the Alex incident. If they’d picked wrong what did that say about their judgment?
“I didn’t miss it, I never miss it,” she said.
Mikey and Jez looked at each other, somehow knowing she was right. “I’ll call Declan, let him know what’s happened,” said Mikey, taking out his phone and retreating to his office. Declan was Mikey’s cousin from Ireland who had been working for them for a while now. His two brothers, who had come over to work with him, had returned to Ireland, deciding the gangster lifestyle wasn’t for them after being caught up in the war with Alex. Other than Jez and Jules, Declan was the only one he was absolutely certain wasn’t a traitor, not because he was blood but because Declan was a follower, he would never try to make a power grab, neither would he have the balls to go up against them. Declan was shocked to hear about what had happened and promised to keep a close eye on the compound.
Just as Mikey ended the call, Jez and Jules entered the room, leaving Hayden, Grant and Mark in the bar. “We’ve got a fucking rat,” were Jez’s first words.
“I know,” he replied. “The question is, who?”
“I don’t trust anyone outside this room,” continued Jez. “Anything we discuss about this matter is kept between the three of us, agreed?”
Jules and Mikey nodded.
“We can trust Declan too,” said Mikey. “I’ve already told him what happened at the clubhouse.”
“What did you do that for?”
“Declan isn’t the rat, I can tell you that now.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“The same way I know it’s not either of you two,” he retorted.
“Okay, fine,” sighed Jez. “But no one else.”
“Don’t start bickering you two, for fuck’s sake,” said Jules. “We need to find Nilsen, torture him a lot and make him tell us who the rat is.”
“Good plan,” said Mikey. “It’s just a shame we don’t have a sodding clue where he is.”
“Someone must know,” she pressed.
“If they do we can’t find them either,” said Jez. “DCI Taylor has come up with nothing but he said he’ll keep an eye open. We need to flush Nilsen out, it’s the only way.”
“How?” she said.
“Nilsen has a huge ego,” said Mikey. “If we dent it he’ll come running.”
“His pride and joy is his club with that fucking stupid fish tank wall,” said Jez.
“Then that’s our target,” said Mikey.
Jules’s smile was eager. “Brilliant, let’s go.”
CHAPTER 10
The queue outside the club was long, the rapidly cooling night air causing a few of the would-be patrons to stomp their feet and grumble about the wait.
When the large black van pulled up at the kerb everyone turned to look because there was precious little entertainment standing on the pavement.
The back door of the van opened and some of the people in the queue gasped and stumbled backwards as four people jumped out clad all in black, faces hidden by black balaclavas, clutching baseball bats and crowbars.
The queue evaporated, some stampeding down the street and around the corner, others retreating to a safe distance to watch what was about to happen.
The screams and fleeing figures sent Jules’s blood pumping. She launched herself at the first bouncer, who could only gape at her as she whacked him in the face with the baseball bat. These weren’t just innocent men who worked the doors, they were integral parts of Nilsen’s security. The other two bouncers behind their fallen comrade tried to run back into the club but Hayden, Grant and Mark were on them, battering them to the ground.
“Stay down,” Grant yelled at them, giving them an extra whack with the bat for good measure.
Mark turned to Jules. “Ready?”
“Oh yeah,” she replied, grinning through the balaclava.
Together they drew back the crowbars and threw them at Nilsen’s
“I didn’t miss it, I never miss it,” she said.
Mikey and Jez looked at each other, somehow knowing she was right. “I’ll call Declan, let him know what’s happened,” said Mikey, taking out his phone and retreating to his office. Declan was Mikey’s cousin from Ireland who had been working for them for a while now. His two brothers, who had come over to work with him, had returned to Ireland, deciding the gangster lifestyle wasn’t for them after being caught up in the war with Alex. Other than Jez and Jules, Declan was the only one he was absolutely certain wasn’t a traitor, not because he was blood but because Declan was a follower, he would never try to make a power grab, neither would he have the balls to go up against them. Declan was shocked to hear about what had happened and promised to keep a close eye on the compound.
Just as Mikey ended the call, Jez and Jules entered the room, leaving Hayden, Grant and Mark in the bar. “We’ve got a fucking rat,” were Jez’s first words.
“I know,” he replied. “The question is, who?”
“I don’t trust anyone outside this room,” continued Jez. “Anything we discuss about this matter is kept between the three of us, agreed?”
Jules and Mikey nodded.
“We can trust Declan too,” said Mikey. “I’ve already told him what happened at the clubhouse.”
“What did you do that for?”
“Declan isn’t the rat, I can tell you that now.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“The same way I know it’s not either of you two,” he retorted.
“Okay, fine,” sighed Jez. “But no one else.”
“Don’t start bickering you two, for fuck’s sake,” said Jules. “We need to find Nilsen, torture him a lot and make him tell us who the rat is.”
“Good plan,” said Mikey. “It’s just a shame we don’t have a sodding clue where he is.”
“Someone must know,” she pressed.
“If they do we can’t find them either,” said Jez. “DCI Taylor has come up with nothing but he said he’ll keep an eye open. We need to flush Nilsen out, it’s the only way.”
“How?” she said.
“Nilsen has a huge ego,” said Mikey. “If we dent it he’ll come running.”
“His pride and joy is his club with that fucking stupid fish tank wall,” said Jez.
“Then that’s our target,” said Mikey.
Jules’s smile was eager. “Brilliant, let’s go.”
CHAPTER 10
The queue outside the club was long, the rapidly cooling night air causing a few of the would-be patrons to stomp their feet and grumble about the wait.
When the large black van pulled up at the kerb everyone turned to look because there was precious little entertainment standing on the pavement.
The back door of the van opened and some of the people in the queue gasped and stumbled backwards as four people jumped out clad all in black, faces hidden by black balaclavas, clutching baseball bats and crowbars.
The queue evaporated, some stampeding down the street and around the corner, others retreating to a safe distance to watch what was about to happen.
The screams and fleeing figures sent Jules’s blood pumping. She launched herself at the first bouncer, who could only gape at her as she whacked him in the face with the baseball bat. These weren’t just innocent men who worked the doors, they were integral parts of Nilsen’s security. The other two bouncers behind their fallen comrade tried to run back into the club but Hayden, Grant and Mark were on them, battering them to the ground.
“Stay down,” Grant yelled at them, giving them an extra whack with the bat for good measure.
Mark turned to Jules. “Ready?”
“Oh yeah,” she replied, grinning through the balaclava.
Together they drew back the crowbars and threw them at Nilsen’s
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