Chapter Nineteen
When Steel walkedinto the meeting room, the brothers were already assembled and Paco sat with his chair leaning against the wall. The clamor of voices stopped when Steel walked to the head of the table. He jerked his chin at Paco who returned the gesture before Steel picked up the gavel and pounded it on a wooden block on the table. “Church is now starting. Paco called me and said that there’s some angry shit going around here about the decision I made about the fucking Skull Crushers. I don’t go for saying shit behind my back instead of to my face. Even though I’m president, I wanna hear if you got something burning up your ass. So, let’s have it.” He scanned the room of bikers.
Eagle cleared his voice. “Some of us are wondering why the pieces of shit are still breathing when they’re dealing smack in our county. What the fuck’s up with that?”
“Yeah. We decided a few days back at church that we’d take care of them. What the hell happened? We’ve been waiting for the word.” Brutus crossed his arms across his massive chest. Army and Rooster slammed their fists on the table in agreement.
Steel glanced at Diablo, who stood in the back surveying the situation. As sergeant-at-arms for the club, his job was to make sure no harm came to the brotherhood or to the members, especially the president. Steel could see his muscles tighten as his stiff body stood in a pounce stance.
The president looked back at his brothers. “Is that about it? Anyone else want to say something?” Silence was the response. “Okay. I get why some of you are fucking pissed and want to rush over and decimate the fucking punks, but I also know that it’s not the right timing.” A few grunts and angry noises bounced around the room. Steel slammed the gavel down. “I gave you time to voice your shit. Now it’s mine. Shut the fuck up. First off, the Skull Crushers aren’t the supplier in this mess we have going in our county. Skull has some shit to report that has bearing on this.”
Skull stood up and placed his palms on the table. “We heard from our snitch and he said that another shipment came in. This time the Skull Crushers weren’t the ones distributing the smack. He said it was a skinny guy with light brown hair and blue eyes. He’d never seen him before. Our snitch asked the guy where the fucking Crushers were, and the dude didn’t know what he was talking about.”
“Is this skinny asshole the main distributor?” Crow asked.
“Nah. It seems like he works for whoever is the biggie in the county. The snitch doesn’t know why the Skull Crushers weren’t involved with this shipment, but the skinny fucker said there’s been a change in personnel.”
“Fuck that,” Eagle muttered. “We gotta find out who’s distributing the smack to these peons. Our snitch, the skinny fucker, and a few other assholes on the street are just users who need money, so they’re doing the dirty shit while some fat fucker is getting all the money. When we find who that is, we’ll find the supplier. I say we pick up this skinny dude and persuade him to give us some names.”
“He may not know anything more than our informant,” Skull said. The membership grumbled in agreement.
Steel put his foot up on the chair and leaned forward. “We gotta find this local distributor, that’s for sure, but he’s just the middleman. We need the supplier. When we find how the pieces fit together, the distributor, the Skull Crushers, and the supplier will all be eliminated.”
“What’re we gonna do about the ones selling the shit on the streets?” Eagle asked.
Steel shook his head. “They’re just addicts. They’ll move on to another street corner in another county.”
“I still say it’s the Satan’s Pistons,” Crow said. “This sounds like shit they’d do.”
“Maybe, but the thing that doesn’t convince me is that they don’t have a connection with the Skull Crushers. It doesn’t make any fucking sense,” Steel said. At that moment, his phone rang and he pulled it out of his cut. “It’s Hawk. Let’s see if the Insurgents have any ideas about this.”
He put the phone up to his ear. “Yo, brother,” Steel said.
“Hey. I wanna say I’m fuckin’ sorry about your daughter. Fuck. That must be rough. How’s she doing?”
“Thanks, dude. She’s doing better. We’re in church now trying to figure out where the fuck the drug is coming from. Our snitch told us it was from an MC. We already know the Skull Crushers are involved, but they’re definitely not the heavy.” In the distance, Steel heard the rough voices of Banger and Throttle.
“I’m gonna put you on speakerphone so Banger and Throttle can get in on this talk. Hang on,” Hawk said.
Steel switched his phone to speaker and placed it down on the table. “Can you guys hear me okay?”
“Yep,” Banger said as Throttle and Hawk grunted.
“Good. Have you heard anything from the network about a biker club involved in transporting smack into southwestern Colorado?”
“No, but I’ll do some digging,” Hawk said.
“If I had to make a guess, I’d say those assholes Dustin and Shack are behind this. Probably talked the Demon Riders into it,” Banger replied. Dustin and Shack were two renegade Insurgents who joined the Demon Riders MC when Banger ordered a group of his brothers to go to Nebraska and shut down the charter club there. Dustin was the president and Shack the vice president of that club. They’d been warned numerous times to clean up their act. They were prostituting underage girls, selling and using hardcore drugs, using minors at their strip club, and treating the national club without respect. They’d been a pain in the Insurgents’ and their affiliates’ asses since the Nebraska charter was dismantled.
“I’m with Banger. They were hit bad financially when we fucked up their guns deal with the Gypsy Fiends in Louisiana,” said Throttle.
“The Demon Riders. Fuck. I never thought of them.” Steel picked up the beer Crow had placed down in front of him. “Makes sense.” Murmurings circulated through the room as the brothers discussed the possibility of going to Iowa to kick some Demon Riders ass.
“And they got a connection to the Skull Crushers. Remember that fuckin’ sonofabitch Viper? The Skull assholes had been helping him. I’m with Banger too. I’ll dig deeper, but I’m pretty fuckin’ sure we’ll find Dustin and Shack in the middle of all this.”
“If we find out they’re the ones, it’ll be war. There’s no damn way I’m gonna be satisfied with them just stopping. I want their goddamn hides.” Steel slammed his beer bottle on the table and the brothers raised their arms in the air, their fists clenched.
“Night Rebels forever, forever Night Rebels,” they chanted. Steel smiled; he fucking loved the brotherhood.
