Page 14 of Snake's Fate

When I had asked for Reaper’s number, Prez asked me what was going on and I had very little to tell him but he heard me out.

In the end, he gave me the number and told me to let him know as soon as I had anything else to go on.

Trafficking is a sensitive subject for all my brothers. Fuckers who think they can just take girls and sell them should be eradicated from the face of the planet.

Reaper gave me the name of a contact he has with a club that is right outside the city of Chicago.

He said if there’s any suspicion that trafficking is gaining an even faster traction in the area, these guys needed to know about it if they didn’t already.

Using a burner, I shoot off a cryptic message with a code word Reaper gave to me along with a link to an online video chat room I’ve already set up for us to talk through without anyone being able to trace it and I sit back, waiting for the ring from my computer screen.

It doesn’t take long before I see several men staring back at me through the screen. All of them wearing cutts belonging to the HellFire MC.

“Thank you for being so prompt. I’m Snake, the Enforcer for the Wolfsbane MC out of White Summer Montana.”

All three men’s brows raise.

“You obviously already know who we are. Why would Montana be contacting us way out here?” The Prez of the club, Big Papa asks.

“A friend of mine was killed about six months back at a store there. The murderer not only killed him but also kidnapped the young woman who was working there.”

“I remember that story because the only parts the media harped on was the murdered man and barely made mention of the woman.” Bookie, his VP replies. “That was your friend?”

“Yeah. We went to school together. He was good people.” I state and they all shake their heads.

“So, what do you need?” Their Prez asks, leaning closer to the camera.

“I want to find who did this.” I stare back.

“And when you find him? You just going to turn him in to the local police station?”

Leaning forward myself, my eyes slitting at the thoughts zooming through my head. “No. Once I have him here, he’ll never leave Montana.”

He sits back again, studying me through the monitor for several long minutes before he nods his head.

“I’ll get my man here to send you everything we have so far on that little trafficking ring.” He says finally and my own brows raise.

“You know for sure it’s trafficking?”

“Yes. It’s a new bunch that sprung up not long before your friend was killed. We’ve been trying to track them but every time I feel like we’re getting close, they slip through our fucking fingers.” He rubs his eyes hard.

“If you’re needing some more hands on deck, you should give Reaper with the Nighthowler’s, a call. He’s the one that gave me your number.”

“I may just do that. Our numbers are down the last couple of years with several brothers deciding to retire and no new prospects coming up. We’ve been too busy with this shit to bother with recruits.” Big Papa says.

“I get it. Once you take down one trafficking ring, another pops right back up in its place. It’s fucking sick.”

“It’s fucking exhausting is what the fuck it is. Brain here will send you what we have so far and we’ll keep you updated with the progress on our end. I’m not exactly sure what the cops have on it. Their bitch asses are tight lipped although I suspect they have absolutely nothing. Useless, the whole fucking lot of them.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll keep you updated as well if I find anything.”

He nods back just before the call cuts off and my computer screen goes dark again. A few minutes later, a huge zip file comes through. Deciding to wait before I dive into all the information they sent, I make a call to the Federal Agent that works with the New Orleans chapter of Nighthowler’s.

“Agent Richards.” He answers on the first ring.

“It’s Snake, with the Wolfsbane MC.”

“I remember you. You’re one of Blade’s brothers. What can I do for you?”

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