I tapped his shoulder as I approached, and he dragged his eyes away from Sienna, who was bent over a car writing down a VIN number. She was fucking hot, I'd give him that, but not enough to risk your life for it. Nick wouldn't fucking hesitate to put a bullet in his, or any of the guys', heads who stepped foot near his daughter. He was protective as all fuck over her.
I could've told Kade to let it go and move on, but why bother? I had already tried, time and time again. The guy didn't get a fucking hint. Instead, he fucking pined over something he knew he couldn't touch, suffering like a pathetic pussy-whipped idiot who wasn't even getting any pussy.
"Ready to go?" I asked, grabbing the helmet from my handlebar, Sunshine's white panties still dangling from where I left them.
Kade nodded to the white cotton. "What's going on with those?"
"I call it victory," I said.
"Would they have something to do with where you disappeared to last night?"
"You know I don't kiss and tell," I joked.
"Bullshit! You don't just tell, you show. Since when did you become all soft and shy? Might I remind you of the time you had sex in a room full of people and spent weeks bragging about it."
"I was drunk, and she was horny. I don't see anything wrong with that. Now, are we going to do this or we going to sit out here all fucking day reminiscing about all the times I've fucked a slut?"
"We'd need a hell of a lot more than a day. We'd need a whole goddamned month for that shit."
"Then, let's get the fuck out of here."
"Let's take the truck. Don't want the guy to see bikes, and figure out it's a setup."
"Smart man," I said, and hopped into the passenger side of the 1985 Ford Bronco that was older than me but still ran despite the rust and bullet holes.
We drove to the outskirts of town where most of the deals went down. Far enough from Main Street to appease Stanson, and keep the façade that Black Hills was a good neighborhood that was void of drug dealers and criminals. If the town folk only knew drug dealers were the exact people keeping their town and their lives safe.
Kade pulled off to the side of the road, and put the truck into park. He checked the time on his phone and leaned back in the seat. "He should be here in five minutes." I nodded. We didn't need a game plan because we had done this before.
Kade stripped off his cut so he wouldn't give himself away, and placed it beside him in the seat. A minute later, an over-customized black BMW with chrome rims pulled up. Kade slid his sunglasses on and smiled. "Let's get this over with." He stepped out of the truck and walked over to the car. I watched him in the rearview for his signal to let me know how many guys we were dealing with.
He got to the window and bent down, scratching his head with one finger. I didn't even bother ridding myself of my cut. This was too fucking easy. I doubted it was Montamos. They wouldn't be stupid enough to deal in our parts and show up solo. No, this was some douchebag with either no common sense, or a death wish.
I slipped out of the truck, and came up on the passenger side of the car. I pointed my gun at the tinted window, and, just as the guy inside noticed, Kade rammed his head into the steering wheel. He grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him out the window.
The guy scrambled, trying to get control, but Kade just pistol-whipped him. "Shut the fuck up!" Kade yelled, and I laughed.
"Always pistol whipping people," I joked, holding my gun on the guy so he didn't try to pull any stupid moves. He was dressed like a typical douchebag who thought his shit didn't stink. Expensive jeans, black button down shirt and fucking clown shoes. His hair had more oil in it than the Toyota back at the shop.
Kade smiled. "What can I say? It's fun."
"What is your fucking problem?" the guy cried out like the little pussy shithead he was.
"Our problem?" Kade growled, bending down to the guys face. "You're dealing in our territory."
"It doesn't have your fucking name on it!" the guy spat, and Kade kicked him in the gut.
"I'm sorry. Did we tell you that you could talk?" Kade demanded, as the guy doubled over and clenched his stomach. Kade grabbed him by the shirt collar and smirked. "I can imprint it on your fucking head if you want!"
He gave Kade a death glare, but it meant nothing. He might as well have been a kitten purring. Kade wasn't scared of shit, especially not some low class drug dealer who didn't have a fucking leg to stand on.
"Fuck you!"
Kade answered him with an elbow to the back. He collapsed on the ground, curling into himself and trying to get back up. "Is that all you got?"
"Dude, just shut the fuck up," I said with a laugh. He was a fucking idiot who clearly had no idea who he was dealing with because, if he did, he would be cooperating. He needed an education.
Kade pressed the barrel of his gun to the guy's head. "We could end this right now, or you can get the fuck out of here and stick to dealing outside of Black Hills."
He didn't say anything, so Kade cocked his gun.
"Alright!" The guy finally yelled. "Alright!" He held his hands up in front of him, and Kade dropped the barrel from his head.
"Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind," Kade demanded.
He scrambled to get up and then took off running. He hopped into his car, threw the car in drive, and peeled the tires down the length of the street.
Kade and I laughed before getting back in the Bronco and heading back to the clubhouse. It was just another day at the office.
We pulled into the parking lot fifteen minutes later, and followed the rest of the gang inside. There was business to be discussed and we all sat around the large oak table carved with the Righteous Outlaws symbol in the middle: a shield representing the original four Horsemen of the club: righteousness, brotherhood, respect, and loyalty. To go against any of those, you go against everything the club stands for.
I sat in my seat beside Kade and across from Miles. Nick took his spot at the front of the table, and Phil sat in the chair to his right. It signified Phil was Nick's right hand man. Both were starting to go grey, and their skin was marked with years of wear, but age didn't slow either of them down. Bentley, Dice, Braxton and Hudson took their seats and we waited for Nick to start.
"Kade, what happened with that deal? Was it Montamos?"
"Nah," Kade answered. "Just some douchebag that didn't know the rules of this town. I set him straight."
"Shoot ‘em?" Nick questioned.
"I should've, but I let the fucking prick go. Next time, I won't be so generous."
"Should have shot him in the fucking leg at least," Miles offered. "Flesh wound. He'd recover nicely, and be out of our fucking way for a few weeks."
"Should've just put a bullet in his fucking head, then there wouldn't be a next time," Bentley stated coolly, as if he was talking about deciding what was for dinner and not about life or death. He was the pretty boy of the group, with that dark rugged look chicks fucking fawned over, but he was also the most lethal. His eyes were black as death, and I swore that, every time he killed someone, they got even darker.
Nick crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Then we would have had to deal with Stanson. And with the fucking body showing up on the roadside, and the Feds in our neck of the woods, we need to keep the violence to a minimum. No shooting, not even a fucking warning shot, unless it is absolutely necessary. You got it?"
"Aye," we all agreed.
"Any news about the body?" Miles asked.
Nick turned his attention to Phil. Phil leaned toward the table, resting his arms on the wood. "Definitely a member of Montamos. Stanson said he had the tats to prove it. No idea who killed him. None of us did, unless someone has something to say."
"Nope," I said and the other guys added their no's to the table.
"That's what I thought. So, if it was none of us, then my guess is it was either a local street gang or the Chinese. Probably a business transaction gone wrong. Either way, it's not our fucking problem. Let them keep their trash on their side of the town line."
"It was close though," I stated. "To the town line, I mean. It's why the Feds were hanging outside yesterday, wasn't it? They think we had something to do with it."
"They don't think shit," Phil said. "They just have to go with what they know, and I guarantee we're not the only place they're parked outside of."