“Fuck you,” Trev said.
Blaine stood back up. “Damn, brother, you should have seen your face.” He put his arm around Trev. “Hey, about the small dick thing. There’s a technique you could do, okay? Grab the head of your dick and pull it. Over and over. You kind of stretch it out, you know?”
Trev side stepped from Blaine. “Did you really just say that?”
“How do you think mine got so big?” Blaine asked.
“Holy shit,” Miller said. “I thought having a kid was going to calm you down a little.”
“I didn’t lose my balls,” Blaine said. “Now, can we fucking do this?”
He hammered on the trunk of the car.
The guy in the trunk pounded right back.
“I’ll take the car,” Trev said. “Bitch ride for not being there when you snagged him.”
“Fair enough,” Miller said. “Blaine, everything set with our wonderful Chief?”
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “Fucking prick has no idea what’s about to happen.”
“This is perfect,” Gaige said. He walked to Trev and slapped him on the back. “I’ll make sure a prospect brings your ride, okay? They’ll dump the body and it’s one less thing on our back.”
Trev nodded.
Miller turned to Nate. “You keep your cell on and ready. I’ll give the call when it’s time.”
“Got it,” Nate said.
They shook hands and hugged.
Things had settled for about ten minutes after the war with Eight Under MC. Their efforts to rebuild were shattered by Back Down Devil and they were all but in hiding, trying to salvage the pieces that were left. As for Coast Road MC, they were pushed down the coast after a few botched missions. It would seem as though things were meant to be quiet, but it wasn’t. Chief Ethan had taken it upon himself to find every possible thing about the MC and go after it. Right now, Chief Ethan was shaking down some thugs who owed the MC money for some old gambling debts from a few years ago.
The MC knew there was no getting blood from a stone, but that didn’t mean shit could be let go. Regular visits, threats, beat downs, and destruction was needed not so much to collect on the debts but as a warning to prevent new debts from happening.
Trev drove out of the lot and followed Miller, Gaige, and Blaine.
He had a notion of what was going to happen.
There was no real point of watching it other than the satisfaction of seeing Chief Ethan get beat at his own goddamn game.
They ended up five miles north near what was going to be a new development for houses and retail, all of which posed its own threat to the MC. Trev knew Miller wouldn’t stand for it. That would create a political war with businessmen and outlaws. The club had gone through that once before.
Trev pulled the car over. As soon as he stopped he heard the thumping of the guy in the trunk. He pounded and screamed a muffled scream.
Trev got out and whistled to Blaine. “Is this guy secure in there?”
“Tighter than a virgin’s sweet *,” Blaine called back.
Trev walked to Miller. “What’s next?”
“We wait,” Miller said. He pointed. “See that car up ahead?”
Sure enough, just before the bend, there was a long car. An old car heavily invested in to look pimped out.
“I see it,” Trev said.
“That’s where our money ended up.”
“I wanted to blow it up,” Gaige said.
“I agreed,” Blaine said.
“We can’t blow up the new chief,” Miller said. “I appreciate the fire inside you guys, but we have to think with our heads.”
“I always do,” Blaine said and grabbed between his legs.
“Wrong head, asshole,” Trev said.
Sometimes it was a little much to be with guys who were on the same page. Trev had been somewhat of the unspoken President for The Lost Men. Not that the guys up north had to listen to a word Trev said, but they respected him. That respect was earned through action. And Trev learned respect through the action of a fallen member. In fact… Trev had taken that member’s seat…
“Here we go,” Miller said. “Blaine, give me the cell.”
Blaine took out a phone and gave it to Miller.
An unmarked SUV approached the car. It stopped and Trev watched as Ethan got out. He was dressed down and had a folder in his hand. That folder contained some kind of legal deal for the guy in the trunk to testify against Back Down Devil MC. Of course, Ethan didn’t know the guy was in the trunk of the car Trev had driven up here.
Ethan went to the driver’s side of the car. He then lifted his hands in the air, realizing he was alone.
“Send,” Miller said.
“What’d you send him, Miller?” Trev asked.
“A little hint on where to look,” Miller said.
Ethan put the folder on the hood of the car and then took out his gun. He went to the trunk and pointed the gun.
“The trunk?” Trev asked. “It’s empty.”
“Exactly,” Miller said. “It’s a fucking warning.”