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grab her. I want minimal noise and no witnesses, so we need to make sure no one is watching when you nab her. Make sure your hand is over her mouth to cover her screams, you got it, Manson?” I advise, and he merely nods not saying a word.
    “What if we get made?” Blade asks.
    “Well dipshit, that’s what the balaclavas are for.” Rolling my eyes, I point to the three black pieces of knitwear to his left. He nods and grabs them handing them out to his brother and Manson.
    “So if she fights us?” Acid asks.
    Manson’s lips turn up into an evil smile, and I chuckle at his menacing eyes.
    “Then you punch her in the head and knock her out. We’re going to be roughing her up anyway, no need to wait if she resists.”
    Manson takes in a deep breath and licks his lips slightly. The guy is truly one twisted fucker. He loves this a little too much, I know I can’t leave him alone with the girl, she wouldn’t go back alive, and that’s not the plan here.
    “Right, so snatch and grab. Then we take her to an alley, beat the crap out of her till she blacks out. Then we take her back to Cupiditas, drop her off out the front and drive off. Sound like a plan?” I ask.
    They all nod as Penetrator chuckles in the front seat. In a way it’s good that Techie, Lookout, Crash, Behemoth and Jigsaw have all left, but especially Steel. They wouldn’t have the balls to stomach this kind of behaviour. They respect women too much to use them as a pawn in our war with the Cartel, and to use Papi as a chess piece in the game, they would definitely have a problem with that.
    That was the problem, I let the weak and soft join the ranks of my club. And for that, the club became corrupt. The heat infiltration and the Cartel on our backs was a result of the acceptance of weak minded men. I should’ve only accepted the strong-willed and tough men into my fold. Well, not anymore. No more weaklings will come into this club, you show a softer side, and you’re out.
    “We’re coming up to the street, Prez,” Penetrator announces breaking me from my thoughts.
    “Right, we all set?” I ask looking at my guys one last time.
    “Yep,” Acid and Blade reply in unison. I get a curt nod from Manson as he crouches down by the door.
    Penetrator turns down the side street, and I look up ahead to see the girl walking along the footpath with the bag of food and coffee. Earbud cords dangle from her ears as she bops and swings her hips in time to the music playing on her iPod.
    “There, that’s her.” I point to Penetrator so he knows where to line the cage up. Glancing around the empty street, I smirk at the lack of witnesses. Thank God she uses the back streets.
    “Right, get ready guys, balaclavas on.”
    They pull the knitwear over their heads and Acid moves over to the door. Manson preps himself into position as we slow down coming up behind her. Having music in her ears is a blessing, she won’t even hear us coming. Penetrator slows the Crafter to a crawl, and Acid slides the door open.
    Her head swings around, but Manson is out, wrapping his arms around her waist and mouth, and dragging her back in before she knows what’s hit her. Her bags fall to the pavement splattering coffee and crap everywhere, as she starts to scream, kicking her legs out and pushing her body against Manson, but he’s too strong for her. He pulls her inside, and Acid slams the door shut as Blade blasts his fist into the side of her head. She stills, and her body slumps as she falls from Manson’s arms to the floor like a lifeless scrap, knocked out cold.
    “Well, that was easier than I thought it would be,” Acid chirps and bares his teeth in a happy growl as Penetrator floors the accelerator and speeds off down the street.
    “Penetrator, I think we can do this in the cage while you drive. Then we can drop her off, rather than using the alley. It’ll save time and prevent possibly getting caught. You guys okay to rough her up a bit in the back there?” I