“Well, as I was saying, it has me wondering if the underground gang stole them from the competition. I had heard talk the other week when I was at that bar. A few of the guys in the back corner were bitching about a shipment that came in that got taken from them hard and fast under fire. If they are the same guns, they want them gone fast and us buying them would be right up their alley and in turn place unneeded heat on us. They know they are hot, and they know they could use that against us. We have to look at it as if all gangs, chapters, charters alike are threats to us. We are a strong and powerful club that has nothing but blue blood running through it, so we are a target for people to have bragging rights that they brought us to our knees. You all know that all the competition and the cops were dying to get a shot at us,” I say to them picking up my coffee cup and taking a sip of the still warm dark liquid. It has a faint taste of Jack in it just the way I like it. Mrs H knows me well. I fucking love that woman.
“The shape those guns were in, was a definite robbery gone wrong,” Nitro says, scratching the back of his neck. Dad rubs the stubble on his cheeks as he processes what Nitro and I have said.
“Alright, I don’t think this is something I want to get involved in, who agrees?” Dad asks.
Ace eyes him “Well, brother, last time I checked I was the Prez and you’re VP,” his sly remark to my father has the hair on the back of my neck standing up. My dad's eyes burned into his.
“Yes, brother, you have the name and the gravel, but I have the enforcer as a son and the experience. Also, I am the VP whom has a say in all and any decisions.” I watch dad, my knuckles turning white from the pressure of my balled fist.
“Vote, boys,” Wise guy pipes in, his hands slamming down on the solid wooden table.
Ayes are spoken around the table in agreement.
“We don’t need to make waves,” Wise guy says again as he leans back in his chair, his long gray beard resting on his rather impressive beer belly.
“Tie up that loose end. Nitro remove the gun threat from the Devils and the stolen guns from that underground gang. Have that phone call made to the cop in our pocket and them off the streets,” Ace snaps. He's pissed dad pulled him up on his power play shit. We are a brotherhood; a family and he need to be reminded of that.
” Next order of business is the shoot up on the safe house. Any word out there if it was Devils?” Ace lights a cigarette.
“Not a damn thing, Prez,” Blade calls out. “I have pulled all the camera footage and it’s them alright. It's their colors but they were masked up so I can’t ID any of them.” Blade runs his hands through his hair. Ace makes him nervous and you see it in his movements.
“Shit, not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” Dad says.
“Yeah, well they are still on the list of shit bags to bring down. Fucking demanding guns and blow from me, then shooting up where my daughters are.” Ace’s annoyance is thick in his tone as he draws in deep on the end of his cigarette.
“Doesn’t make sense to me,” I think loudly, not realizing I said the words.
“How so?” Ace asks, taking yet another deep drag from his cigarette.
“I just don’t get how a powerful club like the Devils who have so many high up men in their pockets want guns and blow from us,” I say as Wise guy nods his head in agreement.
“Yeah, something is fishy,” Wise guy says, agreeing. “Hmm... find out who these fuckers really are and who is in their pockets and why. Then we will deal with them accordingly. But for now, we need to talk about this fucking warehouse and candy deal for that other gun shipment fuck up.”
He seethes out looking at me, right at me like it’s my fault. “Hey, I told you not to take that fucking deal,” I snap. I'm well and truly over his fucking shit this last month. “This is why I have been saying to listen to the young ones,” Wise guys says taking a sip from his mug of coffee.
“Blade you do some digging and get back to me. I want everything on these fuckwits whom think they can come into my state; fuck shit up and throw their weight around. Only enough space in this town for one outlaw biker club and that’s ours.”
Ace says as he looks at my dad and speaks again. “Let’s get the safe house cleaned and stocked up. et the girls out there. Not mine though,” he demands
“Nor fucking mine,” Dad grinds out, the dark in his voice heavy. Something is going on with these two and I bet my good arm it has to do with me and Senna and the fact that dad and Wise guy wants me to step up. Dad wants to step down from all the stress and be with mum more.
“Send the Chicas. God it will be good not to smell them or see them or fucking hear them for a while,” Wise guys bites out.
“Now this warehouse hit,” Ace says as Blade pushes out maps of the building and surrounding area. He also has the blueprints of the inside and where the men are stationed and where the cameras are.
“I want three men on them at all times, so we know where they are, what they are doing. I don't want any fucking surprises,” Ace barks out over us all.
“I have the vans and the fire power ready,” Stone says. “I have all of our gear and vests ready. The chicas were taking duffle bags up to our rooms for us while we were in church.” Snapping my eyes to the glass window I look out up to the rooms and my door. Fuck me. I hope Senna is out of there before then. I know Callie would have chosen to take my damn bag. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK my mind screams as my body tenses. Flame kicks me under the table. I snap my eyes to his and he's just grinning at me. I'm so smashing his ass after all of this is over.
“So, we are all ready then?” we all nod at the prez.
“Right then take your maps and check your gear and put it on. We meet out front at 0100 hours for roll out.” Ace slams the gavel down and everyone gets up to leave. I look over at Flame who is red in the face from trying to keep his laughter in.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“You are so fucked, man,” he laughs. I throw Wise guys empty pack of smokes at him.
Fucker. So glad he thinks this shit is funny. I fucking don't. Callie will cause a scene and Senna will fucking lose her shit. Callie will run her slut mouth about her being the only chick my dick likes, and I can’t have Senna hearing that shit.
