Page 1 of Falcon

Chapter 1

Falcon

“That’s slick. Real slick.” Hawk held up the Desert Eagle as he examined the gun.

“Consider it a gift,” Petrov said.

Hawk grinned, then inspected the other pistols laid out on the table. Eagle and I stood in the corners of the room with sharp eyes. This was our normal supplier, but you could never be too careful.

“We’ll take ‘em,” Hawk said.

Petrov stuck his hand out. “Good doing business, as usual, my friend.” He had a very faint accent, but it was there. He was your typical Bratva guy and a very typical Russian. Clean shaven, well dressed, blond hair styled like a GQ model, blue eyes, and a million-dollar smile. His father was the Pakhan.

This was part of our normal monthly run, and it was always an easy one. As easy as smuggling guns could be, anyway.

Our club’s chapter was in a small town a ways out from Atlanta, and we were the largest ‘distributors’ of firearms in the Southeast. But this connection was up North, so it was always a couple days’ run. As Road Captain, I always made the trip.

Hawk was our VP, and son to our Prez, Raven, so he handled the business. He was smart, loyal, and tough. Nobody doubted he deserved the spot after our last VP was killed in a crash. Fucked up shit.

We dealt with drugs, guns, and some of the largest groups of outlaws on the East Coast, but the dude got wiped out by a piece of shit in a minivan. At least no kids were in the van, just the dipshit driving. He lived, but wouldn’t ever walk again, so we didn’t go after him. Plus, he wasn’t an enemy, just an idiot who couldn’t drive. That was over a year ago.

Petrov waved to his men to load us up. A couple of low-level members were driving the box truck. It was a longstanding business relationship, but when I became Road Captain, I made sure to map the best route. We were growing in leaps and bounds so we had to be smart. I knew where all the weigh stations were and how to avoid them. There was no way to carry the cargo on our bikes, and the box trucks blended in better and wouldn’t draw as much attention as a kidnapper van. But we still had to be cautious.

I led the runs, Hawk rode with me up front, and Eagle and Rooster tailed the truck. They hung back at least half a mile behind the truck, and we stayed just ahead of it to protect the shipment but not tip off police.

We finished our business with Petrov and headed out into the dark to mount our bikes after we touched base with the guys driving the truck. It was a decent run, but a long one. I was ready to be in my bed.

Before I fired up my hog, I looked at Hawk and asked, “Wanna hit the road for at least a couple of hours? Get out of the city, stop for the night at our usual spot? Best for the truck to be moving with traffic during the day anyway.” Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a butterscotch and popped it in my mouth. Hawk’s normally well-coiffed, short black hair was disheveled from the ride.

Hawk nodded in agreement, but Eagle smacked his hands together to grab our attention. “Hey, you told me we could check out that bar.” He looked like a kid begging to go to the candy store with that maniacal grin and wide, dark eyes. His brown hair was tucked behind his ears, just a little shorter than mine at his jawline.

Hawk chuckled and his light blue eyes gleamed from the streetlamps. “You really wanna stop at that titty bar? The sooner we get home, the sooner you can wet your cock in one of the bunnies.”

“Man, we drove fifteen hours to avoid the stops. My balls and my back hurt,” Eagle protested.

I could only grin because he wasn’t wrong. Since we couldn’t drive on the highways and had to stick to back roads, it made the trip even longer, and more monotonous.

Glancing over at Hawk since he was in charge, I said, “It’s far enough outside the city I guess, and I could use a stretch. Up to you man.”

Hawk nodded. “Yeah, some ass and a beer would be good.”

“In that order?” Eagle laughed.

“Shut up, fucker, and tell the others the plan,” Hawk answered as he pushed his dark hair back with his fingers before climbing on his bike.

Eagle ran to the truck and stuck his head in the window once it was down. After a minute, he ran back to his bike and we all fired them up, donned our helmets, and took off.

We drove for over an hour. It was a perfect night for riding. Clear skies and cool, but not freezing. The day had been warmer, but I always wore a hoodie under my cut when I rode long distances. Road rash was no joke but I preferred not to wear full leathers. Needless to say, I was ready for a hot shower and a bed, but Eagle had been asking to stop at this place the last few runs. I found this route due to some road work nearby that would take a while. The weather was iffy and we were still learning all the road traps, so this was the first time it made any sense to stop. Maybe if we went, he’d shut the fuck up about it.

We finally pulled into the standalone building with pink neon signs and about half a parking lot full of cars. As I parked my Harley, I took my time getting off, since the truck and back riders hadn’t pulled in yet. While I waited, I looked around. It was pretty standard and wasn’t a complete shithole. There were three levels of strip clubs: bougie, decent, and where strippers go to retire.

Raven had one just outside of Atlanta and it was decent. The girls were hot, the food was alright, and nobody batted an eye at men like us hanging around. Some of the bunnies worked there, but they all kept their money after tipping out the house, bartenders, and cooks. A lot of the dancers stayed at the clubhouse even though they could easily afford their own places. Not all the girls did, but they came around occasionally for parties.

Most of us didn’t bother to go to the strip club often since the bunnies that hung around the clubhouse gave us a free show anytime. Which is why I still didn’t get why Eagle was so desperate to stop at this place, but whatever. I agreed with him; my balls could use a break.

Once the truck, Eagle, and Rooster all pulled in, I got off my bike. We couldn’t risk leaving the truck alone, so the members had to hang out.

“I’ll try to snap a pic for ya brother,” Eagle shouted as he walked away from the truck. As Sergeant at Arms, he was supposed to be sure all of us and our shit was safe and secure, but he was going to be a dick and make the members keep watch.

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