Through a Glass, Darkly (Assassins of Youth MC #1) by Layla Wolfe Page A
Authors: Layla Wolfe
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belittling my position. “I’m not just the manager. The other guy vanished, so it’s not like Chiles has got someone better in mind. And I’m the pipeline for the Russian ladies he’s saving up for doomsday.”
“Oh, is he one of those doomsday guys? We had a guy like that out of P and E, but we helped rid the town of him.”
“I presume he is. Why else would you want a truckload of MP5s and AKs? I’m doing a protection run later on today when it’s dark. That’s just the first shipment. He wants more.”
“Let’s walk on out and have a look.”
We left the office, which was basically just a double-wide trailer on the lip of the pit. The excavators looked like toys at the bottom of the massive angled walls, like some kind of inverse pyramid. It was an impressive operation, and about a dozen men moved around like post-apocalyptic warriors on the benches of the quarry.
I said, “We’ve found galena, sphalerite, stibnite, and hematite. The zinc sulfides are common in that berm by the haul road.”
Sax lowered the binoculars he’d been looking through. “Looks hugely profitable, from what I’ve seen. And you’ve got secondary oxidized cuprite and azurite.”
“Yeah. Beaverite was found in 1911 too.”
“Hey. You’ve got Tim Breakiron living with you.”
“Yeah.” I became wary. No one ever said “Tim Breakiron” in the same sentence as “outstanding,” “swell guy,” or “top of his class.” This was bound to be something bad. “I didn’t have much choice. Papa Ewey sent him out here with me to punish him for something. He’s pretty fucking useless. I can’t even send him into the pit. He wouldn’t go. It’s beneath him.”
“Hmph.” Sax squinted down at the open pit. “You do know he’s a fucking rapist, don’t you?”
“Papa Ewey said something about it.” I’d suspected something from the second Breakiron was found by those people on their way to Burning Man wandering around in the desert like some kind of castaway. But what did being a rapist have to do with that? “Is that why he was wandering in the desert? Was someone after him for raping their old lady?”
Sax snorted. “Old man. Let’s just say he was in on the Hellfire Nuts rape of one of the Bent Zealots.”
The Bent Zealots were a fairly new club started by a former Bare Boner who had come out of the closet. Most, but not all, of them were gay, something I’d never once suspected Breakiron of being. “Sexual assault is more of a violent crime, not a sexual one,” I said, remembering some shit from my Marine days.
“In Breakiron’s case I think it was both. The other guys responsible for the rape are gone now, but Breakiron got away, and Papa Ewey wasn’t thrilled, to say the fucking least. When I heard he sent Breakiron out here with you, I felt fucking sorry for you.”
Next, he was going to ask me what I did wrong to deserve such a fate. “So Breakiron gang-raped a Zealot? That’s bad news. The Zealots took over our old turf fair and square. Papa Ewey had to give it up, and we lost the whole Colorado River connection. I’ve always wondered if that’s why he’s pushing up here, trying to expand his power base up north, since we can’t go south. We’re not going to run into any other MC until we hit Provo.”
“Oh, definitely. There’s room to grow here, and it sure is gorgeous land. Sounds like he’s going to be keeping you here for awhile. Heard any news about starting a new chapter?”
That idea had crossed my mind. “Yeah. I’ve already got a Prospect. It’d mean keeping Breakiron though.”
“You never know. Maybe he’s served his time. Maybe you can send him back.”
The whole conversation with Sax was on my mind when I returned home. I just had a few loose ends to sew up before heading out to the Nevada border at Mesquite. That was where I’d meet the box truck hauling tools like wrenches and hammers allegedly bound for a hardware store in Cedar City. At least, that’s
“Oh, is he one of those doomsday guys? We had a guy like that out of P and E, but we helped rid the town of him.”
“I presume he is. Why else would you want a truckload of MP5s and AKs? I’m doing a protection run later on today when it’s dark. That’s just the first shipment. He wants more.”
“Let’s walk on out and have a look.”
We left the office, which was basically just a double-wide trailer on the lip of the pit. The excavators looked like toys at the bottom of the massive angled walls, like some kind of inverse pyramid. It was an impressive operation, and about a dozen men moved around like post-apocalyptic warriors on the benches of the quarry.
I said, “We’ve found galena, sphalerite, stibnite, and hematite. The zinc sulfides are common in that berm by the haul road.”
Sax lowered the binoculars he’d been looking through. “Looks hugely profitable, from what I’ve seen. And you’ve got secondary oxidized cuprite and azurite.”
“Yeah. Beaverite was found in 1911 too.”
“Hey. You’ve got Tim Breakiron living with you.”
“Yeah.” I became wary. No one ever said “Tim Breakiron” in the same sentence as “outstanding,” “swell guy,” or “top of his class.” This was bound to be something bad. “I didn’t have much choice. Papa Ewey sent him out here with me to punish him for something. He’s pretty fucking useless. I can’t even send him into the pit. He wouldn’t go. It’s beneath him.”
“Hmph.” Sax squinted down at the open pit. “You do know he’s a fucking rapist, don’t you?”
“Papa Ewey said something about it.” I’d suspected something from the second Breakiron was found by those people on their way to Burning Man wandering around in the desert like some kind of castaway. But what did being a rapist have to do with that? “Is that why he was wandering in the desert? Was someone after him for raping their old lady?”
Sax snorted. “Old man. Let’s just say he was in on the Hellfire Nuts rape of one of the Bent Zealots.”
The Bent Zealots were a fairly new club started by a former Bare Boner who had come out of the closet. Most, but not all, of them were gay, something I’d never once suspected Breakiron of being. “Sexual assault is more of a violent crime, not a sexual one,” I said, remembering some shit from my Marine days.
“In Breakiron’s case I think it was both. The other guys responsible for the rape are gone now, but Breakiron got away, and Papa Ewey wasn’t thrilled, to say the fucking least. When I heard he sent Breakiron out here with you, I felt fucking sorry for you.”
Next, he was going to ask me what I did wrong to deserve such a fate. “So Breakiron gang-raped a Zealot? That’s bad news. The Zealots took over our old turf fair and square. Papa Ewey had to give it up, and we lost the whole Colorado River connection. I’ve always wondered if that’s why he’s pushing up here, trying to expand his power base up north, since we can’t go south. We’re not going to run into any other MC until we hit Provo.”
“Oh, definitely. There’s room to grow here, and it sure is gorgeous land. Sounds like he’s going to be keeping you here for awhile. Heard any news about starting a new chapter?”
That idea had crossed my mind. “Yeah. I’ve already got a Prospect. It’d mean keeping Breakiron though.”
“You never know. Maybe he’s served his time. Maybe you can send him back.”
The whole conversation with Sax was on my mind when I returned home. I just had a few loose ends to sew up before heading out to the Nevada border at Mesquite. That was where I’d meet the box truck hauling tools like wrenches and hammers allegedly bound for a hardware store in Cedar City. At least, that’s
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