Page 31 of Outlaw Xmas
“Dude. What’s up?” Hawk said.
“I got some news on Sketcher. His ma told me he’d found out Chad Bridgewater’s bringing in the shit. Already set up shop in Silverton.”
“Chad? Is this reliable?”
“Fuck if I know. Remember we shut him down before with the meth and the gun smuggling when he was trying to fuck with our turf.”
“Yeah. I thought he was done.”
“According to what Sketcher told her, he’s just getting started.”
“You guys went to high school, right?”
“Yeah. He thought his shit didn’t stink back then too. He was always competing with me when it came to girls.”
Hawk chuckled. “Who won?”
“Do you have to ask?” Banger laughed. “And he was pissed as hell when he didn’t patch into the Insurgents. I prospected a year before he decided to. He was a fuckup and never learned what loyalty and respect meant. Stinger threw his ass out after less than a year.” Stinger had been the founding president of the Insurgents MC and reigned for twenty years before he handed over the gavel to Banger.
“Yeah, I remember you telling me that. It was before my time. I heard Stinger was tough.”
“And I’m not?”
Hawk laughed. “You’re tough and grouchy as all fuck.”
“Anyway, get the brothers together for an emergency church. I’ll be there in a half hour. We gotta move fast on this. Tell Blade to do some digging on this asshole and his goddamn son. What the fuck’s his name?”
“Reggie. Getting forgetful, old man.” There was a smile in Hawk’s voice.
“Old man, my ass. Ask Belle about that.” Both men laughed. “You better start rounding up the brothers. See ya.”
An hour later, Banger watched as the brothers filed into the meeting room. Dressed in black leather cuts and jeans, many of them pulled out chairs, others preferring to stand. Banger wasted no time getting to the point, turning to Blade to see if he could find out anything about Chad and his pansy-ass son.
Blade stood up. “I did some quick searches and some surface digging because I didn’t have much time, but there’s something going on at that Chad’s spread. I saw a lot of movement when I zeroed in on it from an aerial view. It looks like there’re several metal buildings on the property that could be used to house shipments like guns or drugs. Some of them look like small warehouses.”
“I thought we shut his fuckin’ ass down with the gun smuggling a couple of years back,” Throttle said.
“We did, but he may be at it again,” Hawk said.
“Guess we’re gonna have to kick his ass again,” Chas said.
“How many people live at his place beside his puny-assed son?” Banger asked.
“Looks like the ones who are there for the most part are Beau Larker, Randy Lyon, and Calvin Schwind.”
“I went to school with all those assholes. Fuck. It’s like a damn high school reunion.” Banger folded his arms over his chest.
“All reports indicate the Deadly Demons aren’t involved with the drugs coming into Colorado. Looks like they’re running drugs to northern Texas, Oklahoma, and Missouri.”
“That’s what Sketcher’s ma said. He told her bikers weren’t involved with this. I can’t say I’m not happy knowing that.”
“Our old ladies would kill us if we had a turf war right before Christmas,” Axe said. The group laughed. “And can you imagine what they’d say with a lockdown?”
“I don’t even want to think about it,” Chas said.
“So what are we gonna do?” Rags asked.
“Pay them a visit.” Banger looked around the room. “We’re gonna have to be prepared for a fight, so we’ll take machine guns and grenades in addition to our usual guns. I want Hawk, Rock, Jerry, Throttle, Wheelie, Chas, Axe, Bear, Cruiser, Billy, Ruben, Tiny, and Helm to come along on this one. I know they’re cooking meth. The fuckin’ badges know they’re doing it. We’re there to stop acid, crack, and H from hitting this area. Chad’s too stupid to be doing this whole operation on his own. Who’s supplying him?” He looked at Blade.
