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“Do you think he told us everything he knows?” Scorpio asked.
Chains nodded. “There’s no reason for him not to, but there’s no fuckin’ way those Malos assholes didn’t know we were the buyers.”
“I agree. We’ll see what Steel wants to do. Since the ATF has been sniffing up our asses, I’m sure he’ll wanna lie low for a while. The old man shouldn’t have sent his fuckin’ son.”
“And Gary knew he was dealing with those Malos losers, and they’re in Colorado. Bad move,” Chains said.
“Maybe he wanted to get rid of the asshole, and he let us do the dirty work.” Scorpio stopped in front of the diner. “You wanna get some chow before we head to Durango?”
“Only if I wanna get my damn stomach pumped. We can grab something at Leroy’s.”
Scorpio chuckled. “I haven’t been inside this place in years.”
“Well it’s a fuckin’ dump.” Chains glanced down at his phone. “We gotta hustle. Let’s just go to a drive-through instead.”
“I’m feeling like tacos. You up for that?”
Chains nodded. “Taco Bell’s on the way to the highway.”
The bikers were going to Durango to pick up Eagle, who had finally gotten cleared from the doctor to go home. The local hospital hadn’t been equipped to deal with Eagle’s raging infection, so he was transported to the nearest city that had an infectious disease doctor. Eagle had been in ICU for almost two weeks before being transferred to a regular room for three weeks.
“I bet you’ll be glad not having to haul your ass to Durango every day,” Scorpio said as he slid into Chains’s Tahoe.
“It wasn’t so bad,” he replied as he pulled onto a two-lane road.
Durango was roughly sixty miles northeast of Alina, and depending on traffic, it could take anywhere from an hour or two to get there. After placing their order, Chains steered the car onto the freeway and headed out of Alina.
Two hours later, Eagle rested in the back seat as the bikers made their way to the clubhouse.
“I bet the first thing you do after downing a few shots of Jack is fuck your way through the club girls,” Scorpio said as he handed a joint to Eagle and then to Chains.
“Damn straight. My dick’s pissed as hell at me.” Eagle chuckled.
“Just be happy you still got a cock that can work,” Scorpio said.
“You don’t know that yet.” Chains joked.
“My cock’s working just fine. I kept getting a damn hard-on every time this cute nurse bent over me and dabbed my forehead with a cool damp cloth. And that perfume of hers… fuck.”
“You getting hard now?” Scorpio let out a hearty laugh.
“Fuck you,” Eagle grumbled.
Chains took out a lighter and lit the joint, then inhaled deeply. “The women will be glad to see you—they’ve missed whatever you’ve been giving ’em.”
Eagle flashed the middle finger, then turned sideways and looked out the window.
“We paid Benny a visit before picking you up,” Chains said, glancing in the rearview mirror. “Los Malos claim they didn’t know it was a Night Rebels’ buy.”
“I say that’s bullshit,” Scorpio said after blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Eagle shook his head. “I don’t know. If they knew it was us who was selling the stuff, why the fuck didn’t they come with more members? When I first saw all the SUVs heading toward the adobe, I thought we’d be overrun, but then there were only three or four assholes per vehicle. It doesn’t make sense.”
“We’ll see what the other members think about what went down. Steel and Paco are calling church tomorrow.”
“Until then, we’re gonna party our asses off,” Scorpio added.
“Have you been partying?” Eagle asked Chains.
