not. Never done one before, but I don’t think it would be too hard to add a few false walls. Where are you goin’ with this?” I ask watching his face for a reaction.
“Just thinkin’ brother. You know we gotta stay one step ahead of the cops. Motherfuckers are always sniffin’ around.”
So fucking true. It’s not hard for us to stay a step ahead of them. We are smarter than those fuckers; at least I am. I know how and when to move shit, most people make it too obvious and the distributors are dumb as fuck. That’s why I like handling this shit on my own.
“I don’t think they’ll find these. I’ll send out the decoy first. That way even if I am stopped, I should be covered,” I inform him. Ink nods before setting the metal back on the floor.
“We got a good fuckin’ thing goin’ on here. Fucked up that Joe’s not here to see it,” Ink says reminding me that Joe was a good guy. He owned the local bar, but he also housed a lot of products for us. He was killed a short while back over some shit with the mob.
“Yeah. He would be very proud of this shit. I gotta go talk to Viking about the next run,” I tell him as I flick my cigarette to the ground. The sparks flicker before I snuff it out with my boot. As I walk away, I look at the small blisters the hot metal made on my skin. I reach up and pick at a few as I stop in the main room. I inhale deep and head toward Viking’s office.
“Hey Reaper,” Tink hollers when she sees me. Club whores. You gotta love ‘em.
“Hey darlin’. Where’s your play toy?” I ask keeping my eyes locked on hers. Tink throws her head back and laughs.
“Mason won’t let me play with Whit anymore. He’s all about ruining the party,” she giggles. I chuckle. Mason won’t let anyone near Whitley these days. He’s got that girl wrapped around his dick.
“Heard that. Gotta go talk to Prez.”
Tink nods her head before walking down the hall. I knock on Viking’s door and wait impatiently.
“Yeah,” he finally hollers. Shoving the door open I saunter inside.
“Hey brother. I need to talk to you about the run comin’ up. I’ll have the trucks up and ready, but I don’t like takin’ that little fuck Prime with me.” Viking just laughs and leans back in his chair with a beer in his hand.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Are you fuckin’ with me right now? That son of a bitch can’t drive worth a damn. You ever seen him on his bike?” Viking laughs even harder, sitting up a littler straighter.
“Mason’s on another run with Chain. A couple of the prospects are ridin’ with him. Swap one of them out, I don’t give a fuck,” Viking says taking another pull from his beer.
“Thank fuck. I get pulled over and I’ll kill the little shit if I have to sit in a goddamn cell with the little prick.” Viking shakes his head.
“You talked to Jimmy?”
Shaking my head, I wonder where this shit is heading. Jimmy is a guy that we used to work with. He went to prison years ago, and we haven’t heard from him since.
“I heard he got out. That’s about as much as I know.”
“Yeah, he’s out alright. The motherfucker put a call into the So Cal boys. He wants his position back.” I watch as Viking’s eyes darken and turn almost black in color.
“Fuck that. Why call So Cal? He didn’t work with them,” I growl.
I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to sneak his way back in anywhere he can. It’s not going to work, and if he so much as steps foot anywhere near any of the other chapters, I’ll fucking kill him myself. We voted his ass out for a reason. He wasn’t good for us and he always brought trouble that we didn’t need. He was lazy as fuck and didn’t care who he brought down with him. He took two of our guys to prison with him claiming it was their fault he got caught.
“Guess he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere with us. Stupid fuck,” Viking grumbles.
“You let me know if I need to move in, yeah?” Being club enforcer I’ll gladly handle the bastard.
“Have no doubt brother.”
“I’m gonna head out for a bit. Get a few supplies before I make the run,” I tell him. Viking nods