Page 17 of The Biker's Virgin
“Did they get your Desert Eagle?” Zeb asked. The Eagle had belonged to Blaine’s dad and was now his prized possession.
“Yeah,” Blaine replied. “But I’m going to get it back. Those fuckers are going to pay.”
“You guys go inside and get some drinks,” Zeb said to Crater and Skinny. They complied, their bodies easing with relief that Zeb hadn’t flown off the handle about the loss of the cash and the dope.
Blaine stepped onto the bench seat of the picnic table and took a seat beside his President.
“We weren’t prepared for that. It’s my fault. We’ve gotten too complacent about our position here in Torver.”
“The thing that’s not sitting right with me is the fact the buyers didn’t put up a fight. They just straight up handed off 50k and left with their tails between their legs?” Zeb asked.
“Someone betrayed us.” Blaine agreed.
“Maybe you and I should visit our friend Eddie,” Zeb said. “Only this time we won’t go in there with our dicks in our hands.”
Blaine looked down, ashamed. They might as well have had their dicks in their hands today. There were at least thirty of their rivals, the Scorpions, heavily armed and ready for them. If Eddie had anything to do with the double-cross, that slime-ball wasn’t going to get off easy.
“Go tell the crew that we’re having Church here tonight, and it’s mandatory.” Zeb stood up and walked back inside.
Blaine knew that Zeb wasn’t impressed with him, and had to put together a plan to make things right to get back into his good books.
