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part of the Warriors or the Savages, making the Diablos the common denominator. They aren’t just a threat to our family, but to women and children in our community. If we don’t put an end to it, civs will see our cut around and automatically associate us with them. We don’t need heat. What we do is our business. Five-O doesn’t have what it takes to fix this shit. I wanna put it to vote. Those for siding with the Warriors say aye.”
    The room all echoed “aye”, leaving a unanimous vote. “Good. The next point of business is the shipments we’ve lost. The past two trucks have been hit, if the Diablos are stockpiling weapons, things are going to turn into a blood bath.” Tonto watched the entire brotherhood anger at his words. It was no joke that all were willing to die for their patch, but they’d be damned if the other bastards didn’t blaze in the pits of hell first.
    “When is the next load due?” Colt, one of the younger patched members, asked, gripping a beer can so tight it crinkled.
    “Tomorrow night. We are going to pay the Diablos a little surprise visit.” Tonto knew his request didn’t need to go to vote. When it came to protecting the patch, there was no question every single brother both here and from the other chapters would die to defend it. They lived by a strict set of rules contrary to what outsiders might think. Nothing broke their code.
    “What’s the game plan?” Tonka inquired.
    “We are going to intercept the Diablos while another crew of Savages is waiting for them to unload the cargo.”
    “Why not intercept when they heist the trucks?” Sandman said, his head cocked to the side.
    “We don’t need to make a scene. Things are going to get bloody. The cops are the last people I want to explain to. It’s time they get a taste of who the fuck they are dealing with.”
    *****
    Three hours passed of strategic planning. A few of the brothers were ex-military, giving them an upper hand on both tactical offense and defense. The Diablos didn’t stand a chance. With half of their forces stationed at the drop-off point, and the other half going in for an ambush at one of the Diablos' clubhouses, they were locked and loaded.
    “Movement at the front entrance. Wait for the signal,” Rugger whispered into the radio while he looked out from his spot behind a dumpster in the alleyway. As a patched member and part of the ‘security team’, his training came in handy. Rugger had served in the Marines for over a decade, his training came in handy. The MC had turned his extreme PTSD into a positive asset instead of it being problematic as it had proved in the real world.
    “Get ready,” Sandman added.
    The four blacked out SUVs pulled up in a row, disappearing behind the huge retractable garage type door as it shut behind them. Tonto and his crew were inside the huge warehouse, waiting until the cargo was revealed. They had discovered crate after crate of weapons not only from their supply but from other clubs as well. The telltale stamp on the one he hovered behind was none other than the Ops…the Devils rivals and the club his half-brother ran. Not many knew why the two clubs had such bad blood running between them. Fork, the Ops VP, had been raised by his rich father and their mother, leaving him and his dad to fend for themselves. When the news came out their mother was pregnant with a bastard son, Fork’s father had insisted she hand over custody before Tonto was even off the tit. Tonto and his dad were left to fend for themselves, living in such poverty the sewer rats had it better. The moment he turned eighteen, Tonto had worked his fingers to the bone up the corporate ladder to save enough money to start the Devils legacy. With the help of his best friends, Chief and Sandman, they had combined their life savings and with the help of state funds, the casino was born. After that, they were able to expand, opening the fight club and other businesses they ran. Between those assets