Page 47 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

“They’re late,” Atteo grumbles.

“Probably because they’re cautious,” Macsen states.

I glance at Falcon who is standing a few feet away from us, silently observing as always. He pulls his phone from his pocket and taps the screen. One of his rare grins appears on his face and I don’t even need three guesses to find out where he’s staring at. Kenz. Either a picture or a message.

Falcon shoves his phone back into his pocket and catches me staring at him. He gives me a glare and I shake my head in return. It’s just the four of us in here while Archer, along with half of his MC and the rest of Wisely Dicey, are five minutes away from us.

A lot of shit can go wrong in five minutes. Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about danger and just follow my gut. Living in the here and now instead of thinking about the future. Knowing my woman is in my bed, waiting for me to get home makes all the difference in the world. Especially with the new life in her belly while the balance of life and death hangs in the air tonight.

I swallow hard and try to push the thought out of my head. Fucking focus. The noise of steel hitting concrete shifts my attention to Falcon. He points his knife and I understand what he means when I hear the engine of a vehicle.

“Here we go,” I rumble.

The steel hinged doors are open, showing the pitch-dark night outside. The headlights of a vehicle turning and parking partly lights the entrance. Doors slam and hushed voices reach our ears. Four people enter the warehouse and I recognize two. Silas is walking in front of Artemio, while two other men are flanking him.

“Wisely Dicey, we meet again. Only this time without all the old farts.” There’s no emotion in Artemio’s voice.

“The old farts had their final run.” I shrug.

Artemio rolls his shoulders. “I have to say, Thorsten, I didn’t expect your call.”

“I wasn’t planning on calling, believe me,” I rumble with a hint of disdain in my voice. “We had no choice ’cause Rainer took all of the club’s cash when he and the others left. The fucker took the deal with you guys for an early retirement. Well, he got what he wanted…he’s resting…permanently.”

Artemio barks out a laugh and steps around Silas. “Money problems. I think we’ll be able to help each other.”

“Details first.” Macsen glances at me. “Right, Prez? We need to vote and all be in agreement about the actions and possible product.”

Artemio doesn’t spare Macsen a glance. “Rainer was supposed to deliver and pick up products. If your MC works for us we will demand your cooperation on all fronts. Transport, supply, delivery, whatever we want.”

“What’s the product, Artemio? You made a deal with Rainer about the transport of drugs,” I start.

Artemio waves his hand. “No drugs. We found another solution for the time being. Maybe later when we’ve gained a level of trust.”

“Then why the fuck did you come here if you already have another solution?” I take a step forward and glare at the fucker.

“My son managed to get his hands on a nice chick. She was sneaking out of the clubhouse earlier today. I’m pretty sure you know who I’m talking about because that one was staring at her.” Artemio jerks his chin in Falcon’s direction. “So, I think we can work side-by-side when it comes to pussy.”

Get his hands on a chick? Who is this son he’s talking about? He’s never mentioned having a son. The deep growl rumbling through my brother’s chest is one I recognize all too well. It’s a warning he always gives right before he flips the fuck out.

“Easy, brother,” I grunt and risk a glance over my shoulder.

To my surprise I catch Falcon staring at the screen of his phone. A mere twitch on the corner of his mouth is a hint of a smile. When his gaze hits mine he gives me a tiny shake with his head. I return it with a nod, knowing he somehow checked Kenz is okay.

I’m pissed the fuck off and snarl, “We don’t do well when someone, anyone, threatens us, Artemio. Especially when it comes to our women.”

Artemio slowly bobs his head. “Right, right. I’ve heard some of you bikers are different when it comes to women.” He waves his hand. “You can keep your own as long as you supply us with one or two others every month.”

I might have been pissed off a heartbeat ago, but it’s spiking to pure hellfire flowing through my veins now. “You want us to snag chicks off the street and hand them over to you guys to…what? Fuck? Sell? Throw them into your underground brothels?”

Artemio shrugs. “Your words, all technicalities. Just get it done. In return you will get a monthly fee if clients are satisfied. Though, before we can get into details, we still have to settle a score.”

I have no clue what he’s talking about until I see Silas move and hear a gunshot. The sound of something hitting the floor lets my veins fill with ice as I palm my gun and aim forward. A quick glance to my left where the sound came from tells me we just lost Atteo.

A grunt and choking sounds instantly starts from right in front of me.

“Motherfucker,” I roar. “I’m going to fucking end you.”

I step forward just in time to see Silas buckling his knees while his hands go to the knife lodged in his throat.

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