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being jumped out meant more than a beat down from the boys—they’d collect the two Savage Souls tattoos from his skin.
“Yeah right, but once we’re out on that road and he fucks with me, I’ll destroy him.”
“You’ll do as your told, so get your shit ready to head out to the Vegas chapter. Mercy will brief you on the way,” Justice ordered.
“That’s almost an eight hundred mile run. What’s going down?”
“Listen, I’m sending you because oddly enough I trust you. And if you get yourself killed in action, it’s no big loss.” Justice laughed uneasily. “There’s a young warrior named Dragon Mike who reminds me a lot of you—fearless. I made him the chapter boss. He’s catching grief from the old guard. I want you to watch his six. Understand?” Justice never blinked. St. John read the big man’s body language more than his words. There was more going on here—much more.
“You trust me, huh?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t send you with my blood if I didn’t.”
“Do something for me?”
“I guess I owe you for this mission. What ya got?”
“Have the boys lay off Abigail.”
“She’s property, no can do.” Justice took his hand off of St. John’s shoulder.
“Then pray your blood brothers make it out on their own. Because once the shit starts, and you know it will, I ain’t lifting a fucking finger to help anybody but Dragon Mike.”
“You got moxie, Opie. No one ever challenges me and lives to tell about it.”
“I’m not challenging you. I’m being honest with you. I’ve earned my rockers, and will lay my life down for you or any of these brothers,” St. John raved, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder toward his patches. “You’re the first real family I’ve ever had, but I’m not going to be disrespected.”
“Opie, consider it done.” Justice’s tone shifted to sincerity.
“Then stop calling me Opie.”
Chapter 13
“The bitch is back,” Toad broke squelch over the walkie-talkie to warn the club’s membership that the police chief has passed the compound’s entrance.
“She solo?” asked Fury.
“Yep, but she looks pissed. I offered her a friendly wave and she shot me the middle finger instead.” He laughed.
Fury’s signal told the others to lock down their operations. Besides a lucrative arms trade, the Savages controlled the illegal drug networks across the nation. Colorado’s marijuana legalization created a wrinkle for that market, so they focused on legitimizing businesses in the mainstream markets to capitalize on the abundance of monies floating in and out of weed shops. Of course, every customer was offered the harder drugs such as cocaine, meth and heroin—weed was the gateway drug after all.
“Want me to stash her?” Tito asked with a hand wrapped around Abigail’s throat.
“Can we trust you?” Justice looked into her muted eyes.
She nodded.
“Good girl.”
Abigail babbled something inaudible as Justice marched out of the front door to confront Chief Jennifer Perez. The sun was bright as always, but it was the lack of humidity that caused his lips to chap. Leaned against one of the twenty posts supporting the wide front porch, Justice feigned a smile as the chief’s Chevy Tahoe crawled over the gravel driveway.
“Howdy, Sheriff,” he said, sneering.
“I’m not the Sheriff, and you know it.” Perez, easy to agitate, snapped back.
“Not yet anyways, right. For now you’re just the chief in po-dunk Mystic, Colorado, population 4553.”
She squared the baseball cap and tugged it across her brow. “I’m happy where I am, outlaw. I think it’s you that feels ousted. What happened, Chicago kick your country-hick ass out of the big city?”
“No, baby, I chose Mystic. We love it here, don’t ever plan to leave.”
“Well, I’m not your baby, and leaving Mystic might be more up to me than you realize.” Fingers tapped the butt of her holstered weapon.
Justice brushed both fists back from his copper belt buckle to his hips. The move exposed his pair of pistols that hung beneath each arm. “I’ve got work to do, Perez. State your business and be on your way.”
“Seems a pack of rat cowards that looked a lot like your bunch attacked an innocent motorist outside of Las Vegas. Wore the same cross and shit patch that you do. Their rockers even read Savage Souls. Killed the driver and his three-year-old son. Where were you about two months ago?”
“Let me see, two months ago, huh? Probably hanging out around here with the only real lawman in this county—Sheriff Roger Reed. What else you got, baby? If you want to join the club just ask. You ain’t gotta keep lurking around for