After the massacre at the hustler's warehouse and the police raids on the devils' Club and safehouse, the gang took a serious hit. Malik is still cooling his heels in police detention cell along with a dozen of other devils, while the rest of the crew is either dead or on the run.
The devils might be down, but they're definitely not out yet.
The last men standing after Drake's rescue mission James, Dean, and Drake, arrived at Colombian Creek in Brentwood.
They were a mess—dirty, bleeding, but somehow still alive.
Dean threw himself down in a chair and said, "Remind me not to shoot at bikers again."
Drake, chuckling and clutching his ribs which hurt a bit, replied, "You're a crazy bastard, you know that?"
James just smiled, not saying much.
Dean looked over at James and said, "So we start with Bryan, right?"
"Yeah, we start with everyone who forgot who we are," James replied casually.
"And what about Leo?" Dean asked.
James chuckled, "El-Chapo isn't going to risk a war with us as long as we have Leo. He'll probably want to a dialogue which was why I took him."
Dean nodded, "We don't have the men to fight multiple wars. We gotta take it one step at a time."
The next morning, it was raining heavily. James, once again, was enjoying his Colombian dry gin, standing alone while watching the rain.
He stepped backward a little to lean on their bullet-ridden truck. He looked like a ghost—pale from the stress of last night, with broken lips and red eyes from rage, lost in thought while he gazed at the rain.
Dean approached from the garage, lighting a cigarette. He stood next to James, looked at him for about half a minute, and leaned beside him on the truck.
"Bryan thought we were done," James began. "Thought he could jack our product, sell us out, and vanish?"
"It's not possible... we must hunt him down." Dean said.
James pulled a photo from his jacket. It's a photo of a guy handing over a drive and a brown envelope to an Asian-looking woman in her middle age.
"Do you recognize this woman?" James asked, looking at Dean's surprised facial expression.
"Is this not the grocery woman in Oak Park?" Dean asked. James smiled and nodded in affirmation. "She's the one."
Her name is Xin Yi she handed over that drive to the cops.
"And who's that guy with her " Dean asked with eyes wide open.
James cuts in "I don't know him yet but obviously he's from Bryan.
"So we start with her, James said, "we find out what she know about that guy... get everything we can get from her... If we can track that guy on the photo then most certainly we can burn Bryan."
Getting set for a show down in Midtown
Midtown Sacramento is a make you town
Or a break you town... There's no in-between.
You are either alive and living or you are dead and gone.
James knows this and can never be caught off guard, unprepared.
James and Dean once again put on their bulletproof vest, guns on their waist. A hoodie on, a face cap, pair of jean and timberland shoes. Their gloves and dark Gucci googles.
All set to hit the streets.
"Drake, we have the Colombians on our side, whatever you need. They got Leo in cage too. James said.
"Can I trust 'em?"
"Drake you already should know, you trust nobody in this game, but they are the only choice you've got... be cool with 'em" James said turning and giving Dean a nudge on the shoulder with his own shoulder.
It's 7:00pm, James and Dean head to Midtown by train.
In 1 hour 40 minutes they were in Midtown. They used the next hour moving around in the dark like shadows having a feel of the neighborhood like a hawk hovering over the sky before swiftly taking over its prey.. They are in Oak Park standing in front of Xin Yi 's grocery store.
James stepped in, no words, just presence- A tall huge man with tremendous physique.
Dean stood by the door, watching the street.
Xin-Yi froze, her hands trembling.
"You gave it to them?" James asked with a low but deep voice.
"W--- what's that?" Xin Yi asked her heart pounding with the rhythm of the 18th century wall clock.
"The Drive?" James said.
"I didn't... I didn't know what was on it" she stammered, still visibly shaking.
"He said it was about some gang war.. you know the .. the warehouse shooting she said.
"Who was the guy that handed them over,
the man on this photo with you?"
He brought out the photo from his hoodie pocket and showed her.
"I do not know him" she said.
"I will not ask you twice" James said reaching for his waist like someone reaching for a gun.
"I swear to God... I swear to God I do not know him" she said tearfully.
"Have you seen him again after he came to your store"James asked her again determined to make his meeting with her count.
"Yes yes please.. she hurriedly answered.
I've seen him twice at a butcher shop where I normally buy beef, that shop is own by a Cuban and I think he's also Cuban because they speak the language alot."
And one more thing, I'm sorry I was too scared I forgot, he said the Drive and envelope was from Bryan and told me to lie to the Police that I found it on my usual cleaning around the neighborhood. Yes! That's it. She concluded.
James turned around looking at Dean with a brief chuckle and a wicked look on his face.
"That bastard Bryan". He's the brain behind all of this, I knew it.. I just needed confirmation.
"We will kill him loud. Let them hear.. let them see.. let them understand that messing with the devils equals messing with your life." Dean said clutching his fist tightly.
"And where's this Butcher shop?" James asked
"Around Dock 9 in Stonington. She said with a more steady voice now.
"Alright, tell no one about my visit and even if anyone saw.. speak no evil. You stay outta trouble the devils stay outta your life." James said looking into her eyes with a straight face.
He turned and stepped out, "we move to Stonington tonight, we must find this guy, she said he's Cuban, I know a few Cuban that might help."
"Let's go get 'em." Dean replied.
On their way James made some calls and his contact made another call that leaked Ricky's Precise location and so it's game on.