Once we were ready to go, I sent Marcus a quick message letting him know the pick up was complete and we were heading out. Tick had a weird look on his face, the same he got when something didn’t sit right with him. I tried to get his attention, but he shook his head, probably trying to shake off the feeling.
The highway was pretty empty. Not many people headed the way we were going. Nothing touristy or exciting to see. Just a whole lot of nothingness really. So when the first cop car passed us, I took notice pretty quickly. Tick saw the cruiser, too, and sped up to get in front of the truck.
We hadn’t heard anything from Jasper about trouble up ahead, so we pressed on, but I kept an eye out for any other cruisers. When the second one passed us, I gave a worried glance over at Tick. He sped up ahead, leaving our little train behind. Fuck.
I waved Burner up to the front and kept the back of the truck covered. Whatever the fuck was going on, it made my skin tingle. Not much good ever happened when my skin tingled. Tick sensed something, no other reason for him to break his position.
After hours of riding, we finally came up to the Disciples. Tick stood with them at the rest stop, his hands fisted and his face red from yelling. The truck parked, and I rode over to where he stood. I scanned the small group but found no trace of our guys.
“What the fuck happened?” I hopped off my bike and stood at Tick’s side.
“Fuck if I know.” Sting waved hand in the air at Tick. “This fucker just barreled in here throwing accusations.”
“Where’s our guy?” I demanded, signing Tick’s rage for the moment.
“I don’t know. He saw those cruisers and freaked. Took off down the first exit we came across.” Sting didn't look at me when he spat out that lie. Jasper wasn’t a seasoned member, but never would he hightail it at just the sight of a cop. Fuck, cops harassed us almost daily.
“I’ve been calling his cell. Voicemail each time.” Burner stepped up to us.
“Hey, assholes.” The driver of the truck walked over to us. “I don’t care what your internal shit is about. I’m gonna piss and we hit the road.” He shoved his way through us. I watched him walk away, then turned back to Sting.
“Who changed the pick up location at the last minute?”
“I don’t know. I wasn't doing the pick up.” He lit a smoke.
“You sat there last night. The location was changed this morning. Marcus didn't know about it, which means you fucks did.” I stepped up to him.
“Whatever. Take it up with Jayson when we get back.” He looked off into the distance, trying to dismiss me.
The driver walked past us, not even looking our way, and headed to the truck. “I guess we’re ready.” I jerked a thumb in his direction. “We’ll take the back, you take the front.” I gave Tick a nod and we headed back to our bikes.
“Who made you in charge, asshole?” Sting bit out at me. I didn’t turn around. I flicked him off and kept heading to my bike. I wasn’t going to kick his ass yet. Not here. Not with Bernardo’s guy watching. I’d wait. But an ass kicking was in his future.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LUCY
Whatever kept those guys out on the road all day must have been really serious. When Sting and his guys walked through the door of the club that night, they all looked pissed and ready to fight. I wasn't in the mood, so I kept to the bar and helped Jessica sling beer and whiskey.
Jayson managed to leave me alone while the guys were gone. I’d gotten a solid five hours of sleep before Jessica woke me up. The longer they were gone, the more I worried for Mason. The two clubs hated each other. Even if the cartel made them play nice, how long would it last? What were they up to? I knew enough to know I didn’t want the details, but I needed to know Mason got home in one piece.
Sting left the guys at the bar and headed to Jayson’s room. If his scowl was any indication, I’d say they all had a pretty shitty day. “Just keep the liquor flowing. Most of these guys are gonna suffer whiskey dick pretty soon, just keep it coming, sweetheart.” Jessica ran a hand over my back. I nodded. That would suit me fine.
“Lucy, bring a couple of beers back to Jayson and Sting,” Lucas called out to me as he walked through the lounge.
I found them in the meeting room, Sting’s face red and Jayson looking as cool as ever. “I did what you said, tried everything. I couldn’t fucking shake them.” Sting threw a chair back from the table and plopped down in it. “Fucking Day wouldn’t give me an inch after he saw those fucking troopers on the road. What the fuck were they doing out there anyway? Today was just a trial.” He grabbed the beer I handed him and chugged it, not stopping until the bottle was empty.