reached over to pick
up the photo of Viper and I on the day I became a patched member of the club.
That was a fucking great day, I had fond memories. What would Viper do in a
situation like this? We’d obviously been double crossed. Someone had
grassed on us as the police knew exactly where we were and what we may be
carrying.
“Is it okay to come in?” Woods said lingering at the door.
I placed the photo back on the desk, “Sure man, take a seat. Do you want one of
these?” I said holding up a glass of Jack.
“No thanks, I’ve got plans this evening and need to keep a straight head.”
I drained my glass and filled it again with the amber liquid. God that was
going down too easy this evening, I’d better slow down or the guys would be calling
Amy again in the morning, the thought of that made me snigger earning me a
confused look from Woods.
At that point Diesel and Bear entered the room talking among themselves. Bear
quietly closed the door behind him as they sat themselves down in various
places around my office.
“I just wanted to start by saying how grateful we all are for your thorough
planning of this operation Woods. If it wasn’t for you, Tyler and Buster would
now be sitting in a police station somewhere.”
“Just doing my job Duke.” Woods said being the humble man that he was and
taking everything in his stride.
“We’ve a problem though. Someone grassed on us so we either have a rat within
or it’s someone outside of the club that knew what we were up to today.”
We all sat there thoughtfully. I hated to think we had a rat, I trusted all the
brothers with my life and I hoped they thought the same of me.
“Any hunches?” I asked the group. I could see that Bear had something on his
mind. “What’s up Bear?”
“It’s just something that CJ said when he returned.” He’d spiked my interest.
“Rev was almost pleased when he thought you hadn’t shown. Now that could be for
a number of different reasons such as he was pleased that the deal didn’t go
through, you’d have to make contact with him again, which he knows you’d hate
or…”
“Or what Bear?”
“Or he thought you or the guys had been arrested for having a large quantity of
drugs on you. I mean it’s all coincidental,”
“Like a lot of things.” I stated, clearly thinking about Viper and the way he
died.
“Yes but CJ also said that Rev was clearly pissed when the van turned up, which
backs up the theory.”
“But we’ve nothing concrete to tie him to this either.” Diesel said as he got
up to pace the room.
I looked at them thoughtfully, “Yet!”
Chapter 8
Taylor
I’d been nervous all day thinking about going to the club
this evening. Duke had made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t interested. So
why was I now sitting here in the car park all dolled up to the nines with a
nervous tension in my stomach?
I looked at myself in the visor and applied another coat of lip stick. Taking a
deep breath, I exited the car as conservatively as possible so as not to flash
the world my underwear in my short dress. I walked around to the rear of the
vehicle and opened the trunk to remove the heavy suitcase that contained my
equipment.
“Do you need a hand?” I turned to see Spike approaching my car.
“Ever the gentleman,” I gave Spike a genuine smile, “Thank you.”
I stepped aside allowing him room to retrieve the suitcase with ease. Spike
carried the suitcase like it weighed nothing, across the carpark as the wheels
probably wouldn’t have worked on the gravel.
“Whilst I have you alone, I just wanted to apologise for my sharpness the other
day at the salon.”
He looked at me confused and then I saw his recollection, “It’s my fault. I
shouldn’t have asked you about your relationship with Duke. I know it’s none of
my business.” He stopped in his tracks and looked at me intently still holding
the suitcase, “Duke’s drunk tonight.” I looked at Spike not understanding his
statement, “It’s probably
up the photo of Viper and I on the day I became a patched member of the club.
That was a fucking great day, I had fond memories. What would Viper do in a
situation like this? We’d obviously been double crossed. Someone had
grassed on us as the police knew exactly where we were and what we may be
carrying.
“Is it okay to come in?” Woods said lingering at the door.
I placed the photo back on the desk, “Sure man, take a seat. Do you want one of
these?” I said holding up a glass of Jack.
“No thanks, I’ve got plans this evening and need to keep a straight head.”
I drained my glass and filled it again with the amber liquid. God that was
going down too easy this evening, I’d better slow down or the guys would be calling
Amy again in the morning, the thought of that made me snigger earning me a
confused look from Woods.
At that point Diesel and Bear entered the room talking among themselves. Bear
quietly closed the door behind him as they sat themselves down in various
places around my office.
“I just wanted to start by saying how grateful we all are for your thorough
planning of this operation Woods. If it wasn’t for you, Tyler and Buster would
now be sitting in a police station somewhere.”
“Just doing my job Duke.” Woods said being the humble man that he was and
taking everything in his stride.
“We’ve a problem though. Someone grassed on us so we either have a rat within
or it’s someone outside of the club that knew what we were up to today.”
We all sat there thoughtfully. I hated to think we had a rat, I trusted all the
brothers with my life and I hoped they thought the same of me.
“Any hunches?” I asked the group. I could see that Bear had something on his
mind. “What’s up Bear?”
“It’s just something that CJ said when he returned.” He’d spiked my interest.
“Rev was almost pleased when he thought you hadn’t shown. Now that could be for
a number of different reasons such as he was pleased that the deal didn’t go
through, you’d have to make contact with him again, which he knows you’d hate
or…”
“Or what Bear?”
“Or he thought you or the guys had been arrested for having a large quantity of
drugs on you. I mean it’s all coincidental,”
“Like a lot of things.” I stated, clearly thinking about Viper and the way he
died.
“Yes but CJ also said that Rev was clearly pissed when the van turned up, which
backs up the theory.”
“But we’ve nothing concrete to tie him to this either.” Diesel said as he got
up to pace the room.
I looked at them thoughtfully, “Yet!”
Chapter 8
Taylor
I’d been nervous all day thinking about going to the club
this evening. Duke had made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t interested. So
why was I now sitting here in the car park all dolled up to the nines with a
nervous tension in my stomach?
I looked at myself in the visor and applied another coat of lip stick. Taking a
deep breath, I exited the car as conservatively as possible so as not to flash
the world my underwear in my short dress. I walked around to the rear of the
vehicle and opened the trunk to remove the heavy suitcase that contained my
equipment.
“Do you need a hand?” I turned to see Spike approaching my car.
“Ever the gentleman,” I gave Spike a genuine smile, “Thank you.”
I stepped aside allowing him room to retrieve the suitcase with ease. Spike
carried the suitcase like it weighed nothing, across the carpark as the wheels
probably wouldn’t have worked on the gravel.
“Whilst I have you alone, I just wanted to apologise for my sharpness the other
day at the salon.”
He looked at me confused and then I saw his recollection, “It’s my fault. I
shouldn’t have asked you about your relationship with Duke. I know it’s none of
my business.” He stopped in his tracks and looked at me intently still holding
the suitcase, “Duke’s drunk tonight.” I looked at Spike not understanding his
statement, “It’s probably
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