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A few more days went by and I was going out of my mind. I was ready to start tearing down doors. It didn’t matter whose. I was ready to go through everyone and everything just to find her.
“Need you to take care of a hand-off,” Iron said after he found me in my room. I was sober this time and wasn’t about to tell him no.
“Yeah,” I said getting to my feet.
“It’s with the Russians. They seem to feel more comfortable with you there. I guess because they see you more than the rest of us.”
That was true. Damn, I hadn’t been to the gym in a while. Maybe it was time to work out some of the shit I had going on. I could go crazy and find a big, scary Russian to spar with. That would surely distract me for a long while.
“Got it, Prez.”
“Two hours,” he said letting me know when I needed to be ready by. Like I didn’t know what was going on and all.
I had been there in the meetings. While things on my end were all over the place, it didn’t mean that my head was when it came to club business. I’d never let my Prez or brothers down, ever. Even if it cost me my last breath.
“Got it. I’ll be out front.”
He left as quickly as he’d come. He didn’t stand around watching for signs that I was about to crack. He knew I took club shit seriously and if I said I’d be there, then I for damn sure would be there one hundred percent ready.
Two hours later, we were riding over to the hideaway place in the middle of the shipping container death yard. This place was like a damn maze and I imagined if you didn’t know it as well as we did, you could easily get lost. This was the safest place to do business even though it was out in the open. If there was trouble, Cable would spot it coming. Also, Mouse and Tripp were tucked away with sniper rifles way up high on some stacked up containers. They knew how to stay hidden. Tripp may have been newly patched in but I trusted him.
And as far as Mouse went, that dude had been shooting most of his life. That was the one thing his pops could get away with, taking him off to the cabin under the guise of a manly hunting trip. Mouse’s mom wasn’t a huge fan of the club and didn’t like her little boy around it. Since his pops never wanted to push things, he kept the club members to a minimum when they went out to the cabin. The guy loved to spend time with his son so it was never a big deal if it was just the two of them. That time included teaching him everything that he knew. And Mouse, well, he soaked it all up and surpassed the master now.
Normally, I liked to be the one tucked away. But my face was needed here.
Pyotr showed up with Andrei right behind. No surprise there. Four more of his crew hung back but were on alert. Ya know, in that cool, laid-back way that didn’t look like they were. With their stupid sunglasses tinted so dark that you couldn’t see where their eyes were looking. But whatever. It wasn’t like we were going to do anything shady. There was a peace here on the coast. We all worked together and we sure as hell didn’t want to mess that up.
Andrei pinned me with a hard look for a flinch of a second. I stood tall, doing my best not to reveal anything. Sure the guy hardly ever spared a glance at me when I was at the gym, but I wasn’t dumb, I knew he noticed me. And he had probably taken note that I hadn’t been around in two or so weeks. I also knew that he wouldn’t say anything. So, I cocked up my brow and shifted my focus to Pyotr.
After we took the bags of money and handed over the right crates, Pyotr shook Knight’s hand.
I did admire the respect they held for us despite the fact that they sometimes acted like we were below them. Maybe that was it, the thing that rubbed me the wrong way. Though we were the ones that brought the shit in, checked it, and stored it until it was time, the Russians—mainly Pyotr—always had this air about them. Like we were there to do his bidding. At times, it almost seemed like he would rather be anywhere else than here with us. I got the same vibe whenever we had a sit down meeting with him. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t figured it out before. But with that said, I still didn’t really think he’d dare cross that line and try to take us out. Or go behind our backs.
While we had made a mark in this city, we hadn’t really had a need to show our violent side so far. It was only a matter of time. We all knew it. You didn’t live this kind of life and only come out with Band-Aids covering tiny scrapes. But it wasn’t like we were the type to just throw around violence because we had something to prove. We liked for things to run smoothly. We hated to draw guns and throw down. Well, most of us. In a way, I saw it as smart. When we did get hit, people didn’t know what to expect. And that shit would be deadly. We wouldn’t lay the fuck down and take it. No, you hurt us and we fuck you up twice as bad.
While I saw it as an advantage, I could see where people like Pyotr saw it as a weak spot. He didn’t know the kind of damage we could cause, not really. Sure, he’d been around when we took down Savage which gave us the right to move down here and take over the docks. But I got the feeling like he thought all of us here on the coast were all the babies. The newbies. The ones that hadn’t been so hardened by club life just yet.
If he only knew…
Most of us had been there that night. We had been the ones on the front line of taking down the devil. I’d killed so many people that night that I’d lost count within the first five minutes I’d stepped in that place.
And I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
