“And, I’ve told you before, it’s just too fucking convenient of an answer. Blame it on the dead man, doesn’t work for me. Plus, I met that bastard a time or two. I don’t think he was smart enough to pull this shit off.”
“I might be able to help you with that,” Timmons mumbles out, shooting daggers my way.
There’s just something about this motherfucker that rubs me the wrong way. I’ve known him my whole life, and never really thought much of him, but now I can’t stand being in the same damn room as him. “What’s that?”
“He’d grown pretty tight with one of our prospects. The kid went with Rig on his last two runs to Cali. He helped him get ready for the other. This kid was slick. He’d only been here for a few months, and we were already thinking about making him a member.”
Killer looks towards his son. “You talking about Tug?”
Timmons nods. “Yeah. He talked Rig into riding through Tennessee, instead of straight through.”
“That’s right. Rig told me that Tug was helping him map out the trip. He said the kid told him it’d be better to change up our normal route, said back tracking through Tennessee would be safer. I didn’t understand why, but didn’t fucking think about it. Just wanted to get the shit there without any issues,” Brew says, looking almost relived.
My eyes cut back to Killer. “Where’s this kid?”
He shakes his head. “Found him dead a few days after Chipper left, OD’d in his bed.”
“Well, now you have your answers. You can head back to Big Clifty,” Timmons says with a sneer.
I shake my head. “I won’t be going anywhere for a while. We still got shit to settle here. This club isn’t pulling its own weight, so it’ll be a while before I leave.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Brew asks, picking his chair up and sitting back down.
“Just to get your asses in the black, I had to put nearly hundred grand of Big Clifty’s cash into this club. That shit ain’t right. You know the rules. Each charter covers their own ass. Until Mateland can do that, I’ll be here.”
“Gun didn’t say shit about that to me,” Killer says, sounding confused.
I shrug. “Maybe not, but he did to me. He also told me that I needed to pick a man to stand in for you. You’ll still be president, but the one I choose will hold the power.”
“No fucking way!” Killer growls out. “I started this club! Ain’t nobody taking it away from me.”
“You helped Pop start the club, and you also voted him in as President. You and Digger are founding members, but Pop is in control.”
“I’ll talk to Gun about this myself. If he thinks he can pull this shit on me and get away with it, he’s fuckin’ wrong. I’ll tell Digger and find out what he thinks about this shit. Maybe we two founding members might need to see about taking that control away from Gun,” Killer threatens.
I nod. “You can do that, but you might reconsider. Digger’s not real happy with you right now. In fact, I’d say he’s really fuckin’ pissed.”
“What the fuck are you talking about now?” He shouts.
“Digger made a trip to Big Clifty the week before I came here. See, he wanted Pop to cut your charter. Actually, he wanted Pop to approve his club going to war with Mateland. Seems he’s tired of your shit,” I say with an edge to my voice. “Took Pop nearly three days to convince him not to sic his boys on your ass.”
All color drains from Killer’s face before he responds, “Digger wouldn’t do that to me.”
I nod again, “Yeah, he would. Your club fucked up big time. Your fuck up cost him money, and more importantly, it cost him connections. You made him look bad, you know, Digger. He doesn’t like to look bad.”
Digger got his name during his second tour in Vietnam. Pop says Digger put more men in their graves than the rest of their entire unit combined. Pop got his name because he was a crack shot, especially with a long range shotgun. Killer, on the other hand, got his name for the killer weed he seemed to always have.
Killer’s quiet for a moment before replying, “Fine, do whatever the fuck you have to.”
Jenna
I smile at Timber as I climb off his bike. “Thanks for everything. I had a blast.”
“Anytime, Jenna girl,” he says, sliding off the bike. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me into the house.