“I’ll be back in five,” I tell him then gas it back to the clubhouse. All thoughts of the brunette gone, time to take care of some business.
Gunner is the president of the Fallon, Nevada Chapter of the Dead Road MC. He and my old man go way back to the formation of Dead Road. They were in the military together. When they were honorably discharged they decided to start the MC. They could be who they wanted and not have to listen to others tell them how to live their lives. Never again did they punch a time card or take orders from anyone. They wanted to live free and die for what they believed in. As time sailed the MC grew and they decided to add another chapter to expand its territory. Gunner gladly took Fallon, mainly for the new pussy, and the rest they say is history.
On my way to my office I see some of the brothers just waking up, having their morning coffee and breakfast from the prospects. I grant them a stiff nod then continue to my destination.
As I open the door, I see Havoc on his phone, and by the tone in his voice, I can tell it must be his soon to be ex-wife.
“I told you I would take him tonight, Debbie! ...Then stop acting as though I’m not present in his life. …Fine! Pack his shit up and I will be there around six.” He hangs up on her and is about to throw his phone across the room when he notices me at the door.
“Prez,” Havoc quickly offers then walks over and takes a seat across from my desk.
“Problems on the home front?” I nod to his phone.
From what I know Havoc married this bitch, Debbie, because he got her pregnant when he was eighteen or nineteen. They’ve been married for about five or six years but have been living separate lives for the last two because of her lies and secrets and have a three-year-old son named Zane.
“Man, you have no idea. Biggest mistake I ever made was getting involved with that bitch,” he bites out with so much venom.
“I could tell just by meeting her that she was manipulative and conniving. And I only had met her for less than five minutes, brother, so that should tell you something. She’s rotten to the core. Be careful that she doesn’t poison your boy against you or use him as leverage,” I tell him.
“Don’t I know it. She’s really put the screws in me.” He huffs. “Did you know that I had the perfect girl before I fucked it up with Debbie? Prez, this girl was one to write home about. She was everything, and one night I threw it all away. Or thought I did…”
I can tell he is about to go down memory lane and as much as I value helping my brothers out, I’m not in the mood to be Dr. Phil this early in the day.
“What have we got as far as Gunner is concerned?” I interrupt his depressing thoughts and move this conversation to business. He can go sob to some Sweetbutt later and drown his tears into her pussy to make himself feel better.
“Gunner wants a few men to come up and help sort out what happened to their shipment. Said it’ll only take a few days to handle and then send them back shortly after. He asked Bullet for a few men also.” Bullet is the president of our Tucson, Arizona Chapter.
I let out a low whistle. “He’s hitting up the president of the Tucson Chapter too? Damn. This must be worse than I thought.”
“That’s how it sounded to me.”
“Okay, let’s send Twitch, Blade, and Diesel up to help out. I know they’ve been itching for a long ride. Twenty-one hours there should help scratch that.”
“Cool, I’ll let them know to head out once they get packed after we have church.” He stands to leave and heads towards the door. Before he opens it he spins around. “Oh and by the way, you know riding by yourself is dangerous right now, right?”
“Yeah, yeah thanks, Mom.” I wave him off and pick up some paperwork on the desk. “Tell the brothers that church is in two hours.”
With that parting shot he heads out.
Exactly two hours later I’m walking into our sanctuary that stores a massive wooden table with matching leather chairs around it. On the main wall is our Dead Road logo of a skull inside of flames with chains circling around it. Our founders picked our colors to be white, red, and black, so that is what we wear.
The gavel bangs hard against the solid wood as I start the meeting.
“Okay, we got a call from our Fallon Chapter; they need a few men to help out up there so, Twitch, Blade, and Diesel are heading out for a few days. Anyone object to that?” I observe around the room and find a unanimous shake of the heads, so we move on. “Next, we need to keep a watch out for any trouble with the Vipers after what went down last night. I think we should send out the prospects tonight to patrol the town and watch for anything suspicious.”
“I agree; we need to keep them on their toes and make them suffer. They’re going to be out for revenge,” Brass, our road captain, voices.
“I second that,” Riot agrees.
Ledger gets up and walks over to our floor to ceiling vault and gets out a few thick envelopes and passes them out to each brother. “Okay, that’s settled. Ledger has everyone’s payment for last week’s job. With the uprise north of the border, I think we’ll be seeing more protection runs with our Wichita Chapter,” I say and nod to Ledger, our treasurer.
We did a protection run, which consisted of helping them transport some guns up towards Canada. It was a large shipment and we each walked away with over ten grand in our pockets. Transporting drugs and guns pays well, so we never pass up on them.
Loud whistles can be heard when they each open their bundles.
“Prez, we can help them out anytime if they pay like this!” Dash brags with a nod and toothy grin. He looks like a kid ready to spend his piggy bank in a candy store.
“Try not to spend it all in one place, Dash,” Hawk taunts then snorts at the dreamy look in Dash’s eyes.
