“You know the Lions haven’t been in the drug business for the last three years. That shit was voted down, and it has been going good for us. Even if I wanted to take that on, the boys wouldn’t vote it in,” Jace said and glared at Diesel.
“I know you do mule-ing for some outside jobs for a cut rate, but I’ll buy these two kilos from the Alonsos, and give it to you to sell. You can take sixty percent of the profits. No questions asked.”
Jagger thought about what Sticks said, and although it wasn’t a bad offer, and he knew the right people he could sell it to, the Grizzly MC didn’t want to be under more heat.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to bring it to the table and see what the vote is. We’re going to be getting out of coke hauling, and taking on more drugs doesn’t seem like the step in that direction. That’s why we came to see you boys. We need revenue to make up what we will be losing,” Jagger said, and Jace and Sticks nodded.
“We understand. Just take it to the table and let us know.” Jace stepped up to Jagger after speaking.
Jagger and Jace clapped each other on the back, and Jagger and his crew followed Sticks and the Lion out of the warehouse.
Jagger sat at the head of the table and looked at all of his members. “Okay, so it’s unanimous on taking on the fighting and coke.”
All the members murmured their agreement.
“The Strongsville Gang up north is always interested in taking on new merchandise. They distribute to the lower-class gangs out of state that charge double for the product.”
Jagger tapped his fingers on the table and nodded at Brick’s words.
“Good. Call up Martion and see if he is interested. If he is, set up a meeting and we can go over prices. I’m not about to lose money off of it.” There was another round of murmurs. “Okay, next up to discuss is taking on two new prospects.” Jagger looked around the table.
“They’re grizzlies from California originally, hard asses on their own, but they want to join the MC,” Diesel said around the cigarette he held between his lips.
“They know the run-down of what is expected of them, but I think taking on a couple extra males is beneficial seeing as we are making this transition.” Jagger looked at each of the males at the table. “Anyone object to adding two more bodies to the club, with possible patching them in after they’ve served their time?” They went around the table, each male giving his approval. “All right, good.”
“Is Trick still up for taking on our end of the coke running?” Court asked from across the table. “I know it was talked about with him a few months back, but I also know we were waiting to see if there were any other avenues we got take before we cut ties with our suppliers right now, or got involved with that psycho.”
“Yeah, he was all for it last we talked, but he’s one crazy asshole. I have a meeting set up with him day after tomorrow. All of us will head up there. The fucker is unstable as shit, and it isn’t just from him dipping into his own toxic shit he cooks up.” Jagger cut his eyes toward Brick, but the male had an unreadable expression. Trick, that motherfucker Wolverine MC President was a sick son-of-a-bitch, twisted and insane as all get out, but he also had his hands deep in the drug running business. He even made his own shit for the tweekers.
“Can’t they just make their own shit? Why would he be interested in taking on coke hauling?” Dallas asked. Dallas had just been patched in to their charter, and didn’t know the history the club had with the Wolverines. Dallas kept to himself a lot of the time, but there was a darkness that could be seen in his eyes.
“Because getting his hands on the supplies to make the coke would require a hell of a lot of push and pull from other outlets. Making meth doesn’t require much other than some supplies they can buy from stores in Steel Corner. The Wolverine MC has burned a lot of bridges with surrounding MCs and local gangs. But they are so fucking insane that a lot of clubs don’t want to mess further with them.” Jagger could think of several occasions that the Wolverines had fucked someone over, but it always ended in dead bodies.
“If they are such a threat why not just take them out?” Dallas would see just how fucked-up the Trick was when they went to this meeting.
“Because they bring in a lot of revenue, and their reputation and the violence they bring has a lot of people steering clear. But business is business,” Jagger responded.
“We got into it one time with them.” Brick’s voice was dark and low. “But shit went south, and things got ugly.” Brick ran a finger down the length of his scar. “They took out a lot of our guys, but we got some of theirs as well. That was a while ago, and shit got smoothed over for the sole purpose of getting shit done. But make no mistake that if Trick thinks for one minute someone is screwing him over, he’ll take matters into his own hands without getting all of the facts.” Brick clenched his jaw.