Page 33 of Jacked and Jaded

“Good. Just needed to know we can count on you.” Race leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over his knee. “Now, tell me what you know about these ambushes.”

Chance motioned to his man at the door who stepped out and came back with two brothers that he told them had been present at both ambushes. He introduced them as Moose and Rocky. They’d both been with the club for about seven years and hadn’t had a problem with either one of them during all that time.

By the time Chance and Race were done questioning the men, it was more than obvious that Moose and Rocky had been in on the heists and double-crossed their own club as well as the Sons. Jackson watched the dumb fucks as they pretended to be completely bewildered as to how they had been ambushed. When asked how it was that they’d been at both scenes and didn’t sustain a single scratch, they looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They had no idea why they’d been left unharmed. In any other instance, whoever was transporting would have gotten into a shoot out at the very least, trying to protect their shipment.

Their story had so many holes in it that Jackson couldn’t believe they were sticking with it. According to them, they’d been run off the road, yanked out of the van and left in a ditch as the van drove away. They said there had been a struggle, yet they both looked completely unharmed. At the very least, Jackson thought they should have some marks on them from the accident or a bruise somewhere on their faces if they’d really struggled with someone. Worst case scenario, they’d be dead. He shook his head at their obvious arrogance that they wouldn’t get caught.

Race exchanged a look with Chance that said it all. He raised a brow wondering if the Black Horsemen president had caught on to what was happening. “Looks like you’ve got a problem, Chance.”

“Yeah. Fuck me, it does.” He ran a hand through his shoulder-length black hair and released a deep breath as he leaned back in his chair.

“You want us to take care of it? I know you’ve got a lot on your plate right now,” Race offered.

“No. It’s my problem, my responsibility. I’ll take care of it.”

Jackson had to hand it to the two boneheads, they stayed cool under questioning, even acting remorseful about not being able to keep the other club from taking their shipments. They didn’t appear to be worried in the least. Not even when Chance whispered something to Reverend, his VP. Reverend got up, left the room and returned with four men. One, a big motherfucker who went by Reaper, was the club’s enforcer. He had a reputation of taking out any and all threats to his club and never felt remorse for any of it. For him it was club first, always.

He made his way to Chance, leaned over and listened to what his president had to say. He nodded his head and exited the room again. Moose and Rocky remained standing along the side wall. Moose had his hands clasped in front of him and Rocky had his shoved in his front pockets. They exchanged a puzzled look, suspecting something was up. Jackson mentally rubbed his hands together. Finally, things were getting interesting.

Chance focused his attention once more on the two idiots. “When Reaper gets back the two of you are going for a ride. And you’re not coming back.”

That got their attention. They knew exactly what their prez was saying.

“Wait. What?”

“What’s going on?”

“Cut the shit!” Chance bellowed. “I don’t have the patience or inclination to listen to anymore of your lies.”

“We’re not lying, Prez.” Rocky started to sweat. Jackson could see it beading on his brow from across the room.

“Are you going to stand there and tell me neither of you had anything to do with the missing shipments? That you expect me and Race to believe there was actually a club involved with these ambushes?” Chance growled, his eyes narrowing. He might appear to be kicked back and relaxed, but Jackson could see from here, Chance was seconds away from flying out of his chair.

Moose shot a quick glance Race’s direction and frowned. He tried again to plead his case. “Prez, I don’t know how they convinced you that we would steal from our own club, but they’re lying.”

Chance shot up so fast, his chair skidded across the floor behind him, running into the wall. He stormed around the table and grabbed Moose by the throat, pinning him to the wall. “Are you disrespecting our guests?Myguests?”

“No,” Moose gasped.

“I didn’t think so. That alone could get you shot before you leave this room.” He shoved at the man, his head bouncing off the wall.

“I can’t believe you would side with them over us, Prez.” Rocky really should’ve kept his mouth shut. In the next instant, Chance had Rocky by the back of the neck, bent over the table, his face smashed into the slick surface.

“Shut the fuck up!” He shoved him harder into the table. “You just keep digging your grave deeper every time you open your fucking mouth,” he growled in his ear. He let him go and stepped back. “I’ve got Reaper tearing your rooms apart as we speak. Tell me now, is he going to find any of the missing oxy?”

As if on cue, the door opened and Reaper returned with a handful of large, clear plastic bags. He opened one and dumped the contents. Smaller clear plastic bags filled with little white pills spilled out over the table.

“Check their pockets,” Chance ordered.

Moose didn’t give Reaper any trouble when he came to pat him down and turn out his pockets. He pulled out a small baggie with a black four-leaf clover and a joint from his pocket. Rocky, however, was stupid and had to be pinned to the wall as he was searched.

Chance dropped back into his chair and ran a hand over his face. “You stupid motherfuckers. You didn’t even have enough sense to keep your shit off Black Horsemen property.”

Jackson wanted to knock the shit out of both of them for stealing from the Sons of Redemption, but knew Chance needed this to cement his place as president, so he wouldn’t be seen as weak in his club’s eyes or in the eyes of the Sons of Redemption.

Reaper moved to stand behind Moose and Rocky, awaiting instructions.

Chance nodded his head. “You know what to do. And make sure you burn their cuts.”

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