The Outlaw's Obsession(10)

“And the percentage your club gets?” Trick asked.

“The cut is twenty grand for a ten kilo load—” Jagger said bluntly.

“That’s almost the price for one kilo itself.”

Jagger held in his growl of annoyance and shrugged at Trick’s response. He knew what a kilo of coke ran for, but twenty grand for taking it from point A to point B was a decent amount.

“You can always work out the details with the suppliers. If you want to haul more, I’m sure the payout will be more, too. But for us and our club that is what worked.” Jagger stayed quiet for a moment.

Trick looked at his crew and then faced Jagger once more. “We’ll have to bring it to the table, but I think we might be able to take over that, as long as Dino and Richie can work with our terms.”

Jagger wasn’t about to argue with Trick on the fact there was nothing to work out with the President of one of the biggest human MCs in Colorado, and a very dangerous crime boss. He was on good terms with those two, had worked with them for years, but he didn’t once think that they wouldn’t slit throats if they thought it was best for their organizations, or if they thought they were being hustled. Let Trick find that out the hard way. Richie was known to bring his Italian mob organization along for the ride when he hammered nails between people’s eyes.

“I’m only here to bring you the offer. I talked with Dino and Richie, and they know your reputation, and believe you could handle the job, maybe even take longer runs with it, but that’s their deal to offer.”

Trick stood there with his arms crossed, looking like this smug asshole, and that everything would fall right into his fucking lap.

“But they also told me that if I didn’t think you and your crew were the best for the job that they could find other crews just as qualified lined up. You taking this on isn’t beneficial for me. I’m just reaching out because I think it is what’s best for Richie and Dino.”

“If you’re getting out of this how do you plan to keep the club running?” Trick asked, like he had any right to know about this information.

“You know what goes on in our MCs isn’t any one’s fuckin’ business but our own.”

Trick grinned, but it was more of a snarl. If bringing this deal to the Wolverines hadn’t been what could help out the two males he had grown to trust over the years, and get the Grizzlies out of drug hauling, then Jagger wouldn’t have been standing here. But sometimes a person had to do shit that they just didn’t want to do, but that was best for the club.

“We’ll be in touch.” Jagger gritted out.

Trick’s grin widened, but Jagger and his men didn’t wait around to socialize. They turned and headed back toward their bikes as Court headed toward the truck. “Looks like that scar healed up pretty nice.”

Jagger tensed at what Trick said and glanced over at Brick and Diesel. They were just as tense as he was. Of course that fucking Trick had to open his mouth and start shit. Jagger turned fully around so he faced Brick, whose face was a mask of rage and animal fierceness. He had been barely holding on as it was, and now that Trick had opened his mouth and brought up the past that he had forced himself to walk away from, Jagger knew shit was about to get real.

“Brother?” Jagger kept his voice low and stared at Brick. He hadn’t moved, but the burning need to shift and finish what had been started back at that bar shone brightly behind his eyes.

Brick slowly removed his cut and handed it over to one of the members.

“Shit,” Jagger said. He and the other Grizzlies took off their cuts and tossed them in the back of the truck. The laugh that came from Trick told Jagger that the Wolverine was aware of what in the hell was going to happen. Shit, he had baited Brick for the sole purpose of getting under his skin. Apparently even business deals with these fuckers turned out bloody.

“I mean, taking the pussy way out had been the best route for you, anyway.” There was a chorus of laughter from Trick and his men. “But keep on walking, boys. I mean, you wouldn’t want to fuck with a bunch of wolverines anyway.” And it was at that moment, right when Brick’s grizzly broke through and all hell broke loose, that Jagger realized there would be a lot of blood spilled today.



The moment Sonya had heard the about stampede of footsteps outside of her bedroom door she had crept out of her cell. She saw the last of the prospects leave out the front doors and slipped out of her room, feeling a little unsure if luck was actually with her today and she had an opportunity to escape. She couldn’t remember a time when Trick had anyone that was an outsider at the clubhouse, and certainly not another MC. Sure, the Wolverines had come back bloodied, bruised, and some even being carried by others because they were dead, but they had always come back alone. She might not know why another MC was here, but she didn’t care. She was taking this chance to save herself. So this might have been her one and only chance at getting out of here. She’d much rather take her chances out in the surrounding woods than being stuck in this hellhole another minute longer. When she made her way into the main part of the clubhouse she unfortunately saw her ever present prospect guard dog. He was close enough to reach for her, and that was exactly what he did. He grabbed her arm and yanked her toward him.