We were pretty much fucked.
“At least the drugs are safe,” Semi said as we surveyed the mess. “Not a total loss.”
“Not exactly a win though either, brother,” Vin replied. He looked over to Jase and Mason. “Call the women, tell them to get their asses over here to help us sort this shit out.”
Jase pulled out his cell and started to make some calls.
“Club meeting, now,” Vin yelled, and started toward the church.
Since JP and Buddy were down in Georgia and Skate was AWOL, there were only a handful of brothers around for the meeting. It took less than a minute to get all four of us seated. It was a sorry fucking state indeed. And I realized how much of a mess this club was really in and how easy it would be for Agent Lear to destroy it.
Vin slammed the gavel down and then looked over us all slowly. He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one, blowing out the smoke through his nose. I looked across at Crank, who was holding a towel to his shoulder. The bleeding had slowed again and we were waiting for the doctor to get back and fix his stitches that had torn.
“Something ain’t sitting right with me about today,” Vin said slowly. “There’s no way that anyone could have known about that drop since I changed it last minute, which leads me to only one conclusion.”
He blew out some smoke again, leaning back in his chair. It was obvious what he was getting at and I hoped he wasn’t about to put that shit on Crank and me or I was about to lose my fucking temper.
We hadn’t even wanted to stay, but had done so on their request.
If someone in the club was turned, it was one of his men.
And since Skate was still missing, the odds fell to him.
Hated the thought of that, and I wasn’t sure I even believed it, but no one had seen him at the drop point, and he’d insisted on riding on ahead of us.
It didn’t look good for him, but I still found it hard to believe that he’d trade in his club.
Semi looked just as angry as I did at the thought, his fury at the implication making his jaw click as he ground his back teeth.
“Don’t look at me like that, Semi, or I’ll rip you a new asshole. I don’t like this any more than you do.” Vin slammed his hand on the table.
Crank shook his head and leaned forward. “I don’t see it, Prez.” He looked across at me and I nodded in agreement. “You said ATF had been hanging around, ain’t like they don’t know what we do, they just can’t prove that shit. A tipoff? Nah, no way.” He shook his head and pulled out his cigarettes. “Don’t believe it was just luck either, but no brother of this club would do what you’re suggesting.”
Vin stood up, his hands flat on the table as he leaned down, his face tight with irritation and frustration. He looked up, his eyebrows pulled in tight. “So that means something else.”
“Bugs,” I said, and he nodded.
“Ain’t seen nothing,” Semi said with a shrug.
I shook my head at him. “That’s the fucking point, asshole!” I looked back over at Crank again. “You’re good with electronics and shit, right?”
“Yeah, whatever they have going will be running on a frequency. If I can find the frequency, I can find what they have and shut that shit down.” Crank cracked his knuckles.
Vin nodded and walked to the window. He gave a sigh as he surveyed the mess of the clubhouse. It was just stuff—walls, floors, sofas, all of it replaceable—but this ran deeper than just furniture and cosmetics. There was pride involved.
“You know that Agent Lear personally, Prez?” I asked, and Vin turned back around.
“Would you believe we used to chase the same girl?”
When I looked surprised, he grinned.
“He’s always been bitter that the better man got the girl. Shit’s coming down on the club now though, he’s making it more than just personal.” He sighed again and dragged a hand through his blond hair.
“Don’t let Lex hear you sighing like that over some bitch,” Semi laughed, and I shook my head at him. Semi looked over at me and Crank chuckled. “What?”
“It was Lex,” I replied.
“No way. Lex got dipped by an ATF shmuck.” He laughed. “Thought she had better taste than that!” He laughed again and Vin glared at him, looking like he was about to rip his head off.
