Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

“You have to.” My tongue sharp as I can muster, I make sure she understands the danger she could be in if I don’t return. The club could turn on her, the DEA, anybody.

“Fine. I promise,” she replies but I can hear the lie in her voice. She isn’t leaving.

I’m not sure if it’s because she doesn’t want to leave without me or because she’d die here in Georgia before ever packing up and leaving home behind.

Leaning in, I kiss her forehead and turn away. It’s nightfall before we know it and the dark only brings out the worst in a criminal.

Pulling out my phone, I have a message from B. I put the initial for my boss.

On for tonight

Well, at least they’ll be busy watching the tracks while the drugs head a different route.

Coming back to the club, my motorcycle is parked right next to Bears. All the guys look at me as I approach.

“Bear knows where you’re going,” Chaos informs me while walking behind my motorcycle. Nodding, I straddle my bike, my stomach in a knot from the unknown of what’s going to happen in the next twenty-four hours.

“I’ll take care of everything.” I give Chaos a curt nod and he crosses his arms. He is a man of action and the only way I’m going to show him he can trust me is by making this right.

Bear is riding beside me as we ride the back way into Atlanta. The boys packed both my saddlebags full of drugs. I didn’t see them do it but I can feel the extra weight on my motorcycle as we ride to Mad Doggs MC. About an hour later, Bear takes the lead taking an outer road away from Atlanta and I follow him, my hand starting to cramp from pulling the throttle back the entire time. We take a back road and trees begin to become more and more dense before it’s nothing but a crummy single road without a center stripe and trees so thick on either side you can’t see anything but what’s in front of you. That’s when I see it, a big wooden building that is painted black with a red dog right on the roof. There are about a dozen motorcycles, a black truck, and a van on blocks.

Bear slows his speed as we roll into the parking lot, and I notice a man stand up next to the motorcycles and go inside. Just as we come to a stop and turn the motors off, the heat rolls from the engine, and a bunch of men come out, one man leading the pack. He has black spikey hair and a white ripped shirt with a red leather cut on.

“What’s this?” His cold, sharp tone causes me to raise a brow.

“Train is down, so I’m delivering your shit,” Bear says, climbing off his bike. Following his lead, I do the same, hooking my thumb in my jean pocket.

The man eyes us for a second then jerks his head to the left.

“Take it around back.”

Climbing back on our motorcycles, we start them up and drive around the side of the building to a back door and metal stairs leading up to them. Just as we park, the door swings open and three men come out. One has black gauges in his ears and a mean look on his face, his gun on his hip in full display as he comes up to Bear’s bike first. The other guy is dark-skinned and shirtless with just black jeans and a red leather cut. A blonde-haired guy that looks pretty young to be handling such product comes toward me. His cut telling me his name is Chop.

Climbing off my bike, I undo the saddlebag and there is one big white brick of cocaine looking up at me.

“I got it.” He pushes in front of me and reaches down for it, tugging it out and lugging it up the stairs and into the building.

Bear and I step back, letting them unload their merchandise. In the meantime, I walk to the tree line and take a piss, my phone buzzing in my pocket, I decide to ignore it just in case it’s the boss. After about twenty minutes, the man comes out and crosses his arms.

“You tell Jinx this unexpected visit is going to cost him!” He points at us like we’re children and I notice a vein pop out on the side of Bear’s neck.

He steps forward ready to start a fight but my arm shoots out and I stop him.

“Let it go,” I mutter, gaining an angry glare from him. Silently looking back at him, I try and tell, reminding him this is the last time we have to deal with these fuckers and his eyes relax as if he suddenly remembers.