GOLDIE(16)

“Are we gonna help them with their punk problem?” Sangre asked.

“Is it an established gang or a wannabe?” Eagle said.

“For now we’re just helping with the arms deal. Roughneck will let us know if he needs more help. We’ll open it up for discussion if that time comes.”

Steel nodded to Paco, who stood up. “The gang is an affiliate to Los Malos in Colorado Springs and Pueblo. Los Malos started as a neighborhood gang, but they’ve evolved into an organized, dominant, and criminally successful one. This smaller one in Silverado helps Los Malos out in some of the counties with selling drugs and stealing. They have a fuckin’ attitude and think they can just set up shop and establish the area as their turf.”

“Sounds like what the fuckin’ Skull Crushers and Satan’s Pistons were trying to do,” Goldie said.

“Exactly, except these assholes aren’t bikers. They have backup from Los Malos and maybe some fuckers higher up. I spoke to Hawk and he’s looking into it, since he’s the one who keeps up with that for the Insurgents and their affiliates. He told me the Insurgents are looking real close at Los Malos and their affiliates. They want to nip whatever shit these fuckers are trying to sneak in before it becomes a worse problem. I told them we’re ready to jump in and lend a hand if it comes to that. I know the other MCs that we and the Insurgents are on friendly terms with would join forces with us too. But for now, we’re gonna help Roughneck get his gun supply way up.” Paco crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

“What do these jerks call themselves?” Muerto asked.

Paco smiled. “Los Malitos.”

“Wonder how long it took them to come up with that name.” Muerto laughed.

“We don’t give a shit how these fuckin’ street gangs make their money or what the hell they do as long as they don’t do shit in biker territory. Banger is beyond pissed,” Steel stated.

“I’m sure he is,” Rooster said. He, Tattoo Mike, and Shotgun knew Banger, Hawk, and Throttle well. Being the oldest of the Night Rebels brothers, they went way back with the Insurgents, even before the Night Rebels was formed.

“These punks never fuckin’ learn. We oughta annihilate them and be done with it.” Diablo slammed his fist on the table.

The members voiced their agreement. Steel looked at Diablo. “I want you to get together with Knuckles and see if he needs any help.”

“Already did that. I’m going to Silverado tomorrow to go over some stuff with him.” At first, the Fallen Slayers’ sergeant-at-arms and Diablo, the sergeant-at-arms for the Night Rebels, didn’t get along with each other. But since they’d done a couple of charity poker runs together, they’d become brothers and friends.

“When’s the deal going down?” Chains asked.

“Next week,” Steel replied.

“Moving on, Steel and I have been talking about doing a biker rally this summer. As you know, we normally do one in October and one in spring, but since most of the spring was shitty weather and we couldn’t have our rally, we thought it’d be a good idea to have it in July,” Paco said.

The idea was given to the membership, who unanimously voted for it, and the date was set for the last weekend in July. The Night Rebels motorcycle rallies attracted many biker enthusiasts, and they were held on private land owned by an ex-Night Rebels member who made a fortune in the marijuana-growing business. The rallies usually began on a Thursday and went through the weekend. There was a campground on the land, motorcycle contests, live music from local bands, bike washes from the scantily clad club girls, wet T-shirt contests, and a Saturday barbecue. Strewn around the area were vendor booths selling mostly motorcycle-related items. The club made a lot of money at their rallies and gave fifty percent of it to their favorite charity—Bikers Against Child Abuse.

“Is Raven going to have a booth?” Goldie asked Muerto as they walked out of the adjourned meeting.

“Yeah. She’s already making a bunch of jewelry with some biker charms. They look pretty cool. You going to Cuervos tonight?”

“Fuck, I forgot about it. It’s Tattoo Mike’s anniversary party.”

Muerto laughed. “You have been working too hard, dude. This is the first time I’ve ever known you to forget a party where there’ll be a lot of available women.”

Goldie grinned. “You’re right. What’s up with that shit?”

“Hell if I know.”

“I’ll be there. Jimmy will be handling the shop tonight with the new guy we just hired. It should be good.”

Paco walked up to Goldie. “Did you ever find a replacement for Flora?”