Page 13 of Deadly Secrets

The noise at the table halts as he turns to Bulldog.

“What’s up?” the Montana Prez asks.

“That was Tucker. Said he saw several guys from Steel Graves MC riding on the outskirts by Emerson Junction,” Dagger tells him.

“Thought we exterminated your Canada problem last year,” Stone says.

“We did but we must’ve left a few behind,” Bulldog groans. “Cut the head of one snake off, another one pops up right after.”

“Want me to handle it?” Dagger asks.

“Take a few brothers with you to scope it out,” Bulldog tells him.

“I’ll go with him,” I volunteer. “Brass can come too while y’all catch up.” I eye Brass across the room as he plays pool. Montana isn’t his favorite chapter to hang out with. I feel the same.

As the Sergeant at Arms, it’s my job to keep order in the club and outside on the streets. Ever since we took care of the Viper and cult situation, things have died down a bit. I’m not looking for trouble but I love a good fight.

“You sure, Reaper?” Stone asks, setting his beer down on the table.

“No problem, Prez,” I respond with a nod.

“Lay low, if possible. Last thing we need is to be bailing yours or Brass’s ass outta jail up here,” Havoc says.

“Yes, sir,” I salute, then stand and head over to Brass.

“Whatcha got for me, Reap?” he asks the closer I get to him as he drops the pool stick on the table.

“Dagger needs some extra hands. Want to come along?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he says looking relieved but also like I just said something crazy for not thinking he’d hop on the opportunity to start some chaos.

Ten minutes later Brass and I are riding in formation behind Dagger and three other brothers from Montana. We turn off the highway and down a less driven road as the city lights start to fade away. Dagger signals to the right as the road Y’s off and we follow. Houses are further apart and seem more rundown. It reminds me a lot of the town between Sweetwater and Big Spring back at home.

As we pass another house, the sound of a gun going off floods the night air and a spark ricochets off of Dagger’s bike.

“Holy shit!” Brass yells out as we both pull over and get off the road. Dagger and the rest follow suit as we all crouch down in the ditch.

“Fucking hell,” Dagger says. “That was close.”

“Looks like we found our guys,” I say, pulling my gun from the inside of my cut.

My eyes start to adjust to the dark and that’s when we see a small farmhouse across the road. It sits back a ways with trees lining the perimeter around it. Perfect for sneaking up.

“How you want to play this?” I ask. I know how I’d do it but this isn’t my turf.

“Try to keep one or two to talk,” Dagger says to the group.

I nod even though he can’t see it.

“Brass and I will come up from the left side and meet you at the back,” I say, rolling my shoulders and neck.

“Just sent Bulldog our location,” Dagger voices as Brass and I start to slink down the ditch to the left and away from the group. “Don’t get dead,” he calls out in a whisper yell.

Silently we make our way across the road and hunch down out of sight next to a burn pile.

“How many you think are in there?” Brass asks.

“Handful maybe,” I estimate.