“Now get the fuck out of here.”
How does the bitch even know about Bella? She’s probably been snooping around. Pissed I haven’t touched her pussy in months.
Once she scurries away, I continue to Jake’s office. I knock on his door before going in.
“Hey, Prez. Got a minute?”
“Sure, kid. What’s up?”
“I was talking with Reid, and he suggested we take Austin with us today. With all this shit going down lately, I think it’s a good idea.”
Jake leans back in his chair folding his arms over his chest contemplating my request.
“Alright. Take the prospect. Call on the burner if there are any signs of trouble.”
Leaving his office and walking into the common room, I see the prospect cleaning up from the night before. “Austin,” I holler from across the room. “Get your shit and be out front in five.”
He doesn’t say a word, just lifts his chin, and does what he’s told. Making my way outside, I see Reid leaning against his bike smoking a cigarette. Looking around I notice Quinn isn’t here.
I turn to Reid. “You see Quinn?”
He looks at me with his head cocked. “Do you really need to ask? You saw the redhead he had hangin’ all over him last night,” He says with a grin.
Fuck no, I don’t need to ask. I head back inside going straight to dipshit’s room. I open the door without knocking and sure as shit he’s banging the hell out of the redheaded bitch while wearing dreadlocks and an eye patch.
Shaking my head, I let out a sigh. “Hey, Johnny Depp. Wrap this shit up. We leave in five.”
Quinn pulls out of the chick not even bothering to cover himself, smacking her on the ass. “You’re fuckin’ lucky I was finished, bro. There is no way in hell I was leaving this fine pussy and riding with a case of blue balls,” he says as he walks over to the chair sitting by the bedroom door and starts pulling on his jeans.
Deciding I’ve seen enough, I tell him, “Don’t forget to take off the dreads, brother.”
I turn around and head back outside leaving him to finish getting ready.
As I’m fishing a cigarette out of my cut I look over and see Quinn mounting his bike. I can’t help fuckin’ laughing at him because the fucker is still wearing the eye patch.
He shrugs his shoulders and starts his bike.
Quinn is who he is and makes no apologies. We all like to bust his balls from time to time, but he knows he has no judgment from his brothers.
“Listen up,” I raise my voice above the rumble of the engines, “You all know the shit going down with Los Demonios. We need to keep our eyes open today. Stay observant. They’re some shady motherfuckers.”
Our first stop is the warehouse to load the guns in the van that I have the prospect driving. We normally would have three brothers on this run, that way things look less suspicious, but with the recent threat to the club, we have five men today.
Pulling up in front of the warehouse, I see a couple of our guys sitting outside.
“Alright. Let’s get this shit loaded. I want to be back on the road in an hour.”
Forty-five minutes later we’re loaded and ready to roll when Gabriel pulls me aside.
“Just got a call from a friend in Dixon. He’s doing me a favor by keeping an eye out for any Demonios today. He told me he saw about seven of their men riding through today in three trucks headed in this direction. My guess is they are about thirty minutes out. What’s the plan?”
“We stay ahead of them. Plus, they don’t know our route. We can’t miss this delivery. We do, and then our buyer’s will be looking to take their business somewhere else. I’m not willing to risk it.”
“I’m with you, brother,” he says.
I motion to everyone as we prepare to head out. “Let’s roll.”
The plan is to meet up with the Asians in Eureka. We don’t go all the way to the border because of check points. That’s their problem, not ours.