Blaze of Glory - Liberty Parker Page 0,2
fuck aren’t being held here. I’ve left no stone unturned in my pursuit of tracking down these missing girls and women.
I’ve reached out to our other Texas chapters, who’ve all promised to keep their ears to the ground and eyes wide open to intruders in their territories. The word has gone out, I’ve made sure it’s well-known that I am searching far and wide for these trespassers. No one will be left unpunished from the Dark Leopards MC once I get my hands on them.
My men are riled up; ready for a fight. We don’t take indiscretions against women lightly. We may be a band of misfits who run drugs, weapons and a few other illegal operations, but we don’t ever hurt women or innocents. We take out the trash every so often for our town’s sheriff and chief of police. When their hands are legally bound, they call on us.
We have an arrangement of sorts. Chief Anderson keeps his nose and men out of our business dealings, and we keep the town in order. Bliss Creek, Texas, a place we call home, used to be a meth town, but we came in and cleaned house. Not because we give a fuck about what they do on their own time, but because this is where we’re settling and choose to raise our families.
I’ll be damned if that poison touches the ones I care about.
It also was due to the fact that we wanted to be the only distributors in the area. Meth, cocaine, weed; we’re a one-stop shop. If you need it, we’ve got it. We use the cover of our chop shop, under the disguise of a legally owned junkyard. The drugs are transported inside of the used parts from vehicles in house. It’s been lucrative in supporting the club. The funds alone will ensure my great-grandchildren never have to work a day in their lives. The phone rings, bringing me out of my mind’s distraction.
“Hello,” I pick it up and answer without looking at the caller ID.
“Blaze, we’ve got another one it appears. Her name is Maritsa…” I don’t allow Chief Anderson to finish his sentence since I’m already aware of her status. He’s the one I deal with on a case by case basis. I don’t really tolerate the sheriff, he’s old school and a pain in the ass. Chief Anderson knows this and always takes it upon himself to keep me in the loop and vice versa with the sheriff.
“Know this already, my old lady is friends with her mother, Angela. She’s already reached out to us for assistance, seeing as one of your men informed her that it’s just the wild act of a teenager. Tell me, why is it your men are sitting back and allowing her to become just another statistic?” The accusation in my voice silences him for a brief moment before he continues.
“We’ve kept the missing women quiet so you and your men can do your thing. I chose to keep things on the downlow so your investigation isn’t interfered with.” His excuses are just that… full of fucking bullshit.
“Not good enough of an excuse, Chief!” I bark into the phone. “She’s a fucking teenager, goddammit! Just shy of her seventeenth birthday. At such a young age, her life will forever be changed. We need to broadcast this far and wide so that the public is keeping their eyes open and children coveted.” I inhale a deep breath, trying to reign in my explosive temper.
“I’ll have a media press conference later this afternoon. Is there anything I should keep quiet?” In my pocket, I greedily smirk at his question and my after thought.
“Keep it simple, Chief. Just announce that we have a random number of missing women from our territory. Let’s ruffle some feathers and announce that we have suspicions on who they are and that the local MC is assisting in this investigation. I want to see if it causes someone to freak out and make a mistake.”
“If this gets in the hands of the FBI, we’re all in trouble, Blaze.”
“I’ll deal with that when the time comes. I’ve got some contacts high up that should nip that shit in the bud,” I authoritatively state. Shifters are everywhere. In every office, including that of our commander in chief.
“I’ll set it up to where it hits the five o’clock news,” he informs me before disconnecting the call.
Now that they know they’re being watched, they’ll be overly cautious, which means a mistake