Page 57 of Chains
Chapter Thirteen
The meeting withthe Wichita buyers had been set, and Chains was one of the members who would accompany Paco, Diablo, Eagle, Army, Crow, Aztec, and Shotgun. The plan was to meet the following night at the old adobe off Yellow Feather Road. The place was owned by an aged biker, Rocky, who’d been like a father to Paco ever since his dad was sent to prison for murdering Paco’s mother when he was a teen. The old biker had helped the club out many times if they needed an alibi or had to dispose of evidence. Rocky was anti-establishment and didn’t trust the badges any more than the Night Rebels did, but he had friends in important places and was an asset to the club.
“Tomorrow night should be an easy transaction. We’ve never dealt with high society criminals before,” Jigger said.
“Should be, but we can’t count on anything,” Crow replied.
Chains nodded. “We’ll be packing assault weapons just in case the fuckers try and cheat us out of any money. I don’t trust anyone.”
“I don’t either,” Jigger said.
“Same here,” Crow added.
“None of us trust anyone outside the brotherhood,” Aztec said.
“And sometimes you get fucked over by a brother.” Eagle pulled out a chair and sat down. “Look at what Skeet did to the Insurgents. They shoulda killed the asshole.”
“At least they took care of Tigger,” Chains said. “A member betraying the brotherhood is like a stab in the back in the worst possible way. That’s something you never forget.”
“Or forgive,” Eagle added.
The members nodded, and Chains pushed his chair back and stood up.
“I’m gonna take Thor for a walk,” he said to the brothers.
Upon hearing the wordwalk, Thor jumped up and began barking, his tail wagging.
“Let’s go, buddy.” He gave a chin lift to the guys and left the room.
As Thor sniffed every patch of grass, Chains took out his phone and sent a quick text to Autumn, not expecting to hear back from her until she was done at work. A wide grin spread across his face when the phone beeped.
Autumn:Hi. I was just thinking of u.
His grin grew larger.
Chains:How r u?
Autumn:Hanging in there. Busy as hell at work. That helps.
Chains:U wanna join me for dinner?
Autumn:Sure.
“Fuck yeah,” he said aloud. For the past week, Chains had asked her a couple of times to go out to dinner, but she’d always had an excuse. One time he’d ordered a pizza and brought it over while they watched a chick flick. After he’d left, it had taken an hour of late-night riding in the cold air to get his dick to calm down. Yeah… he had it bad for her.
Autumn:How about Leroy’s? Craving chocolate cream pie. :)
Chains:Thinking Chianti’s. Lasagna’s great. We can get pie at Leroy’s after.
Autumn:I’ve never been, but Italian sounds good.
Chains:Does 7 work?
Autumn:I’ll meet u there.
His impulse was to tell her that he’d pick her up—he was the man and that’s what he did, but this wasn’t a date—he didn’t go out with citizen women. They were only two people getting together for dinner, and he was helping her through a tough time because he felt bad about what his dick brother had done to her.
Chains:K. Later.
