Inferno：A Devil Chaser’s MC Romance(9)

“Court, you really need to come up for air sometime. I can’t keep up at my age. Yes, I’m more than ready for tomorrow night. Mom’s meeting me to get the kids right after school. We’re meeting halfway, so I’ll be ready in time. How bout we just plan to meet at Matt’s Pub around 9?”

“Yay! I can’t wait!” Courtney said as she jumped up and down. The sound of Bishop’s motorcycle froze her mid jump. “Whoa! Who is that? Myles, is that your dad?”

“Yeah, that’s him. See ya later, Ms. Campbell,” Myles replied as he headed out the door. Tessa’s focus was drawn to Bishop. She felt a quiver of excitement just seeing him sitting on his motorcycle. He gave her a wave with a sexy smile. Tessa smiled and casually waved back. As she turned to Courtney, she noticed that she was waving like a nut in a parade with a goofy grin on her face.

“Jesus, Court! Stop that!” Tessa laughed as she grabbed her waving arm.

“OH. MY. GAWD. He’s a total hottie. You have got to get you some of that, girl! Imagine you with a sexy motorcycle dude. That would be so cool…you snuggled up on the back of his bike with your arms wrapped around him. Yeah, that would be so hot!” Courtney said as she nudged Tessa’s shoulder.

“That’s so not gonna happen. He’s Myles’s dad, and besides, I doubt he would be interested in some school teacher like me in the first place.”

“Girl, you need to look in the mirror. You totally have the hot teacher thing going on. He would definitely go for you. We’ll talk tomorrow night,” Courtney said as she headed to her car. “Wear something hot!”

This should be interesting. Tessa gathered her things and headed home. She needed to get to the house and pack for her kids. Her mom was really looking forward to their visit, and she always had a particular dress or pair of shoes she wanted Izzie to wear. She wanted her to look perfect when she took her out to see her friends or when they went to church on Sunday. It could get a little annoying at times, but the small amount of freedom that it gave Tessa made it all worthwhile. Her parents loved their grandchildren dearly, and it meant a great deal to Tessa that they wanted to stay involved in their lives.





Chapter 6

Ace



We make good time getting to Memphis without any major issues going through Interstate 40. The usual undercover cops aren’t making their rounds tonight, so we make our way through the city pretty quickly.

The surroundings change instantly as we make our way into the Frayser area. Frayser has become the new Chicago with its dilapidated houses with large bars on the windows and miles of low-income housing. The apartments look run down with graffiti marks on the walls. There are only a few cars out, but the ones we see have dark tinted windows playing loud thumping music as they drive by. Prostitutes stand on the corners waiting to make their next dollar, calling out and strutting around to the cars passing by. We pass several liquor stores and gas stations also tagged with gang graffiti. There are a few motorcycle clubs in the Memphis area, but this is definitely gang territory. They have marked their terrain, and any fool would know to be cautious. Everyone knows you don’t mess around with these gangs. They are known to shoot first, and they don’t stop to ask questions.

The Diablo’s warehouse is behind an old local liquor store off of Whitney Avenue. It is actually an old loading dock with large roll-back doors on the front. There is one security light over the main door, otherwise it’s dark around the warehouse. We can hear their loud voices over the music as we pull to a stop. When laughter breaks out and a bottle crashes inside, we realize they must be drinking. Not a good thing under the circumstances. This is not a time to be careless.

“Tell me those motherfuckers aren’t in there drinking right now!” Sheppard shouts.

“We gotta play this cool, brother. We gotta get in and get out. Let’s unload this shit as fast as we can, and head out,” I say to Sheppard.

“No doubt. I’ll go get them to roll up the door so you can pull in,” Sheppard says as he jumps out of the truck. He walks over to knock on the side door. Shortly after, the roll-back door begins to rise.

I slowly pull the trailer into the warehouse and ease out of the truck. I check out the surroundings and notice several men standing around with beers in their hands. I quickly move to the back of the truck and begin to open the trailer. I have to release the hidden compartment, so we can get to the crates. “Where do you want us to put the crates?” I ask one of the guys closest to me.

“Just put ‘em over by that black Tahoe. We’ll have to separate ‘em and load ‘em from there,” he replies with a slur. He’s a big guy with a scraggly long red beard. He’s wearing his worn out Diablo’s cut and looks to be about fifty years old. He takes another slug from his beer and just stands there glaring at me. He looks like a real tool.