Razer, Nero and Stryker aren’t here. We do as he says, Rebel standing at the head of the table. He won’t take the chair, that is Nero’s. His is to the right, but for whatever reason, he wants to stand today.
Shit, none of this is important. I do like to watch people though. Studying folk is a pastime I’ve had since childhood. My role here, sergeant-at-arms, means I’m in charge of dealing with any issues inside the club, if any brothers get out of line, anything I need to keep an eye on. Also, to make sure Nero is protected at all times.
That is kind of hard when he’s avoiding me. Well, not avoiding me. He’s spending time with his family after their ordeal. Would have thought he’d be here for this.
“You all know what this is about. Only two of the bastards got held over and charged with the attacks. The other three got off because of their rich parents, but they did what we wanted. They’re pissed at Morris and think he turned them in. That little fucker has been hiding.Blaze.”
We turn to him when he starts to talk about where Morris has been hiding out. Some fancy second home down in Severna Park.
Beast whistles. He’s right too. That’s an expensive neighborhood, with houses worth upward of five million. And not exactly easy for a group of guys on motorcycles to roll up on.
It has heavy security around it, given Morris is the son of a judge.
“Any way to lure him back?” I ask.
Blaze shakes his head. “This isn’t a beatdown. Nero wants it to look like he’s disappeared on his own to avoid his partners going after him. There are a lot of messages between the three assholes who got off. They’re morons,” he shakes his head. “It’s a fucking miracle they managed to go undetected so long.”
“They weren’t expecting us,” Fury smirks at Blaze.
These animals have been using motorcycles to rob unsuspecting pedestrians. Last few weeks, it has escalated from snatching phones and bags as they drive by, to attacking people. I’ve seen the video of what they did to Taylor. No woman should be punched in the face three times and knocked to the ground over a goddamn phone and purse.
The police hadn’t been able to track them down, but Blaze knew who they were a couple of hours after Nero asked him to find the fuckers. It surprised me they went down the arrest route. Until it was explained they were setting Morris up by leaving him out of it.
Our contact at the Baltimore PD slipped the others some hints that they were turned in by one of their crew…
And of course, that would be the only one who wasn’t brought in for questioning, or subsequently charged. His friends will believe his judge father pulled strings to keep him safe.
The rest is history. Another reason to admire the way Nero’s mind works. This kid is a big deal, him disappearing for no good reason would have caused a shitstorm in the press.
We’re setting up his so-called friends. No one is gonna come looking for us.
“So, field trip?” I finish off my coffee.
“Ronin and Ratchet are up there keeping an eye on him.”
“We’re gonna let them grab him?” I ask somewhat disappointed.
“No, you dumb fucker,” Rebel smirks.
He doesn’t mean it, so I wink, and he looks away with aheavy sigh.
“Nero wants this far away from us. He’s not going to the farm.”
That’s news to all of us. The pig farm does a good job of making anyone disappear, so why would we take him somewhere else?
“It’s what Nero wants.”
Who are we to argue with that? Rebel tells us we’ll be driving up close to Severna Park tomorrow night, we’ll be keeping a low profile. Which means cages instead of our bikes. That doesn’t bother me the way it does some of the other guys in the club. I like driving a car now and then.
We break up the meeting, and I go in search of food. The bar next door serves after midday, so I head through there. Raven is behind the bar on her phone, she smiles when I come in, then frowns when I let myself behind the bar and walk over.
She covers the end of the phone. “What?”
“I’m hungry.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“Is Curly in yet?”
