Page 11 of Creed

I threw on my jeans. “I’m heading back to town now and I’ll have my men on standby if any trouble comes about. We’ll be available for backup since they’re in a different county and not in your jurisdiction.”

“I’d appreciate that, Creed. Do me a favor and keep your ears open at the fundraiser on Saturday. I know they’re going to run another shipment through this county soon and I want to be prepared. God knows they’ll show up for that ride. No dedicated Biker would miss one, we both know it.”

I grabbed my t-shirt. “Will do, and I’ll call in the morning for a progress report. If the girls don’t show up before tomorrow night, we can do some recon just to get eyes on them.”

“I’d appreciate that, Creed. Be careful crossing that bridge, and I’ll see you Saturday.”

As soon as the call ended, I threw on my t-shirt and bent over to peck Dahlia on the lips. “I’ll see you next month, unless I’m lucky enough to find some downtime.”

“Can’t wait.” The beautiful blond held the sheets over her breasts as she sat up then watched me walk to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and leave.

Once I threw on my leather jacket and was on my bike, I tried like hell to remember the last time I saw Shane or Callie. I knew of Shane but only interacted with Callie when she was bartending at the tavern in Cold Springs. She was a nice girl, way too good looking for the likes of Shane Doyle, and I never thought she fit in at a bar scene.

I knew Shane had gotten mixed up with the Devil’s Rejects. He came in the tavern with a few of their members. That was an intense night because the Devil’s Rejects clashed with my men. They thought we would impede on their drug running business. Their President, a man they called either Sniper or Prez, thought one of my men was putting the moves on one of their women. I wished I could have said my men had better taste, but most of them would fuck anything that had two holes. The Devil’s Rejects women weren’t much better than the prostitutes found in downtown Louisville. Rode hard and put away wet, while most likely on meth or heroine. I warned my men time after time about keeping the company of women like that, but they let their dick’s do their thinking. That was what caused me to put a few rules into place, along with a few women that lived in our community for their pleasure. Rule number one was not to bring home women from outside. Rule number two was monthly testing for sexually transmitted diseases. I also wished I could have said those tests always came back negative. Now everyone, including our female residents, were tested monthly.When I said everyone, that also meant myself and Axton, my vice president.

I arrived at the community center a little over an hour after getting that call. I didn’t hear the alert on my phone over my engine, but not only did I get the alert, but also several missed calls from my men. When I walked into the “community center” as we liked to call it, I had a few guys waiting for orders. The others were either getting blow jobs or banging one of our girls at their cabin.

“Stand down. Rossi doesn’t need our assistance yet. They know where the girl is but they’re trying to draw her out with her mother. For now, we are to keep our eyes and ears open for any news on the Devil’s Rejects drug runs.” I stood with my hands in my front pockets.

“Whose kid is it?” Irons asked.

“Shane and Callie Doyle. They’re at the Devil’s Rejects compound with the girl. If we don’t hear anything soon, we will do some recon just to put some eyes on the girl.”

“Callie? Damn, she’s a hot chick and she’s friends with Morgan Rossi. It’s too damn bad she’s married to that dipshit Shane.” Drakos said.

That was when it hit me, and I looked at Magnus. “Isn’t Morgan Rossi Darren’s niece?”

“Yeah, she’s a nice girl too.” He answered.

I shrugged, only because I always heard she was a stuck up bitch in Hollywood. It wasn’t just the rumors of her being stuck up that turned me off. It was the company the actress kept in Hollywood. One might say we had a connection or two, although I never met the woman. “Darren said his niece is homeand she’s the one who filed the missing person’s report. I’m only presuming its Morgan Rossi.”

Axton chuckled. “I can’t count how many times I jerked off to her poster as a kid.”

The others laughed and agreed they all did it. Not me, I had enough stuck up snobby bitches in my life as a kid. I tended to like the innocent and quiet ones, but settled for girls within our social circles. Stuck up snobby bitches were just about all I knew as a kid. It wasn’t until I joined the Army when I learned how sweet the adorable ones tasted.

“Well, get some rest, unit C is shipping out in a few hours.” I ordered then walked out to hop on my bike to go on to my place for some rest.

The next morning, I met with Unit C just before they shipped out to Guyana in search for a twenty year old college student that went missing from Stanford a year prior. We received a tip that she was taken into a sex trafficking ring, and she was currently in Guyana. It was a recon mission, but if she was spotted it would have become a retrieval mission. After meeting with them and seeing them off, I took the elevator down to the command center where first shift was just taking over and listening to a briefing from third shift. Not much happened overnight, but I had them do a complete work up on Shane and Callie Doyle. I wanted to know his role with the Devil’s Rejects. I had been keeping an eye on that gang from time to time. They were getting a little too close to home for my comfort. I promised my men peaceful homes between missions, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let a gang of thugs threaten what we built on the lake. We also didn’t need the exposure to certain folks who had quite a few bones to pick with us. Later that night, I spoke with Darren. He informed me that Callie made no attempts tocontact them, but they were getting reactions to the Amber alert. Some were false reports, but she was spotted at a convenience store a few hours north, close to Indianapolis. Video footage from the store was sent to Darren by the local authorities in that area that confirmed it was in fact Addie. They left before anyone confronted them, so the Amber alert was not canceled.

I decided to visit the bike shop to see how the latest design was coming along. It was a custom bike for the lead singer of some dumbass boy band in LA. The bike was going to be as prissy as hell, but money talked, and we accepted the job.

“Pansy ass son of a bitch.” Victor cursed as he cut through the steel needed for the design. Victor was our resident artist, one of the few that was not a veteran. I hired him out of Chicago, and it was one of my best decisions yet. Not every employee was privy to the true nature of our business, but they knew never to ask questions.

I looked at Drakos. “Has he been pissing and moaning all day?”

“Pfft, all day? He’s been pissed since you got back from LA. I have to agree with him, this isn’t a good look for us. A mermaid bike for a dude? This can’t be real.”

I shrugged. “He’s paying cash and cash talks.”

He knew I was full of shit. The bike shop was our cover, and we had to take big payday jobs to explain our flow of cash. The residents of Cold Springs were curious enough and it was already not a great thing that the Hans and Franz duo knew about our true business. Those two reminded me so much of that Saturday Night Live skit I saw as a kid. Those two brothers could have been twins, and they were both built like tanks. One was the county Sheriff and the other was the fire chief of Clarity. ColdSprings had their own volunteer fire department, but Clarity FD took care of the big stuff. Cold Springs was too small for a police department of their own, so the Sheriff covered the area. I often wondered if Darren Rossi was going to join our MC after his term was up. If anything, I knew he had his sights on Bolton, and he’d try to join just for her. He had a military background, but he was a jarhead, serving his time in the Marines. He had no experience being in any kind of covert operations, but I would consider it.

My phone rang and it was Fischer saying General Lewis was on the line for me. I had to excuse myself and take the call. If I wasn’t on a mission, this was how most days went. By that night, our team was in Guyana and would begin their mission in the morning. This meant the “community center” was shut down at 9pm and all personnel were to get a good night’s rest. The command center would be intense during the mission.

No Luck

Morgan

I drove by Callie’s place a few times a day. Other than that, there wasn’t much else I could have done but wait to hear from Uncle Darren. Every morning when I woke up, I hoped that would be the day Callie showed up at home. Every night I went to bed disappointed.

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