He put his fist in the air and then walked out, closing the door behind him. The anger simmering beneath the surface rose to the top. Looking at the trailer next door, he was glad the guy who’d been staring at him earlier was gone because he wanted to hit someone real bad. Gunning the motor, he peeled out of the dilapidated trailer park and headed back to the clubhouse. Pressing the Bluetooth button in his car, his phone dialed Hawk.
“Dude. What’s up?” Hawk said.
“I got some news on Sketcher. His ma told me he’d found out Chad Bridgewater’s bringing in the shit. Already set up shop in Silverton.”
“Chad? Is this reliable?”
“Fuck if I know. Remember we shut him down before with the meth and the gun smuggling when he was trying to fuck with our turf.”
“Yeah. I thought he was done.”
“According to what Sketcher told her, he’s just getting started.”
“You guys went to high school, right?”
“Yeah. He thought his shit didn’t stink back then too. He was always competing with me when it came to girls.”
Hawk chuckled. “Who won?”
“Do you have to ask?” Banger laughed. “And he was pissed as hell when he didn’t patch into the Insurgents. I prospected a year before he decided to. He was a fuckup and never learned what loyalty and respect meant. Stinger threw his ass out after less than a year.” Stinger had been the founding president of the Insurgents MC and reigned for twenty years before he handed over the gavel to Banger.
“Yeah, I remember you telling me that. It was before my time. I heard Stinger was tough.”
“And I’m not?”
Hawk laughed. “You’re tough and grouchy as all fuck.”
“Anyway, get the brothers together for an emergency church. I’ll be there in a half hour. We gotta move fast on this. Tell Blade to do some digging on this asshole and his goddamn son. What the fuck’s his name?”
“Reggie. Getting forgetful, old man.” There was a smile in Hawk’s voice.
“Old man, my ass. Ask Belle about that.” Both men laughed. “You better start rounding up the brothers. See ya.”
An hour later, Banger watched as the brothers filed into the meeting room. Dressed in black leather cuts and jeans, many of them pulled out chairs, others preferring to stand. Banger wasted no time getting to the point, turning to Blade to see if he could find out anything about Chad and his pansy-ass son.
Blade stood up. “I did some quick searches and some surface digging because I didn’t have much time, but there’s something going on at that Chad’s spread. I saw a lot of movement when I zeroed in on it from an aerial view. It looks like there’re several metal buildings on the property that could be used to house shipments like guns or drugs. Some of them look like small warehouses.”
“I thought we shut his fuckin’ ass down with the gun smuggling a couple of years back,” Throttle said.
“We did, but he may be at it again,” Hawk said.
“Guess we’re gonna have to kick his ass again,” Chas said.
“How many people live at his place beside his puny-assed son?” Banger asked.
“Looks like the ones who are there for the most part are Beau Larker, Randy Lyon, and Calvin Schwind.”
“I went to school with all those assholes. Fuck. It’s like a damn high school reunion.” Banger folded his arms over his chest.
“All reports indicate the Deadly Demons aren’t involved with the drugs coming into Colorado. Looks like they’re running drugs to northern Texas, Oklahoma, and Missouri.”
“That’s what Sketcher’s ma said. He told her bikers weren’t involved with this. I can’t say I’m not happy knowing that.”
“Our old ladies would kill us if we had a turf war right before Christmas,” Axe said. The group laughed. “And can you imagine what they’d say with a lockdown?”
“I don’t even want to think about it,” Chas said.
“So what are we gonna do?” Rags asked.
“Pay them a visit.” Banger looked around the room. “We’re gonna have to be prepared for a fight, so we’ll take machine guns and grenades in addition to our usual guns. I want Hawk, Rock, Jerry, Throttle, Wheelie, Chas, Axe, Bear, Cruiser, Billy, Ruben, Tiny, and Helm to come along on this one. I know they’re cooking meth. The fuckin’ badges know they’re doing it. We’re there to stop acid, crack, and H from hitting this area. Chad’s too stupid to be doing this whole operation on his own. Who’s supplying him?” He looked at Blade.
“From my preliminary investigation and the shit’s that been tweaking over the grapevine, it’s the Los Asesinos in Northern Texas.”
“They probably need the cash flow since they’re in a turf war with the Deadly Demons. I heard they were selling to small-time dealers. They need the dough to buy more guns to fuel their war,” Jax said.
“Reaper’s gonna be pleased we stopped one of their flows,” Hawk added.
“We gotta stop this shit now. If we have to air condition their compound, we’ll do it. We’re gonna treat this as a hostile visit, and if any of them draws a gun first, they’re fuckin’ dead.” For outlaws, “air conditioning” a standing structure meant riddling it with bullets, and Banger was prepared to do that and more to the men who threatened Insurgents’ territory and killed a person who worked for them.
“When do we move in?” Rock asked.
“Soon. I’ll let you know. We got the element of surprise, which is the best advantage.” Banger brought the gavel down on the wood block, indicating church was over.
He went into the great room and picked up the bottle of beer Rusty had waiting for him on the bar. Across the room, Jerry, Jax, and Axe were talking. Remembering how Kylie had been upset after he questioned her about what was going on with her, he went over to the trio and put his hand on Jerry’s shoulder.
“I need to talk to you,” Banger said.
“Sure.” Jerry followed him to the other side of the room where it was quieter and no brothers were around.
“Get the fuck off Kylie’s case about grad school. She wants this. It’s all she talked about when she was growing up. She wanted to be a teacher. She’s got enough pressure with school. Back the fuck off.”
Jerry’s nostrils flared and he cracked his knuckles. “This is between me and Kylie. In here, you’re my president, but outside, you’re just my woman’s father.”
“I’m gonna forget you said that because I don’t want to smash your fuckin’ face and have to explain it to Kylie and Belle. Consider this a freebie. When my little girl’s hurting, you can be damn sure I’m gonna fix it.”
“We’re working it out. It’s just that she’s always studying and she never has time to go out, or she’s too tired.”
Banger glared at him. “She’s in school to better herself. She’s the first one in my family to have a college degree, and now she’s going for her master’s. I’m damn proud, and you should be too.”
Jerry lifted his chin, his face taut. “I am. It’s just that we need some balance.”
“That’s what school breaks are for. And don’t even think of looking at any of the club whores.”
“What! Why would you say that? I love Kylie. She’s the only woman for me.”
“Then stop riding her ass.”
“I’m not.”
Banger ran his eyes over Jerry, who kept his chin held high. “You treat her right or you’ll have me to contend with.”
“You’re going to have to let us deal with our problems on our own.”