Page 31 of The Enforcer

My eyes snag on a man I noticed as soon as I got off my chopper. He looks like an ordinary white guy, nothing about him standing out but he’s all the more suspicious because of it. He’s also walking around alone, no wife or kids with him. His hands are also empty. I didn’t see him drop off a single toy or play a game since we’ve been here. I make note of him.

Christian nods, looking around and pointing as if he’s talking about one of the rides. “We have a plan in place to get everyone what they need. Being in a bigger state, closer to Atlanta, you guys are bound to run out faster than everyone else.”

I pick up the thread of conversation. “Me and Reaper will be back in a few weeks with your product.” I slide closer, as if I’m showing the guys something on my phone, and say, “There’s a guy just behind us. White shirt and black pants. He’s been following us, just behind us about twenty feet. He looks mad suspicious, no kids, no partner, no prizes. And he keeps looking in our direction and turning away. I think he’s a cop.”

Joker nods, surreptitiously looking at the man I brought to their attention. Once he sees him, he gives me a look and a head dip for my attentiveness.

To try to figure out if the man is actually following us, I stop, handing a stack of bills to the person manning the booth of a ring toss game. “All kids play for free until that money runs out, got it?”

The man nods, taking the money and putting it in a cash box. “Want to play while you’re here?” the man asks, holding out three rings. “Maybe win a stuffed animal for your sweetheart?” He waggles his eyebrows and I burst into laughter.

“Fuck yeah. Hand me the rings.”

With a flourish, the man passes them over and I take my place to toss them. Joker cheers me on, rooting for me, while Christian does the opposite, telling me I’m going to miss because I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Prez just stands there, arms crossed with a ghost of a smile on his lips. His eyes keep darting around, but no one that’s not me would notice. Prez’s head is always on a swivel, and with the threat of a cop around, he’s even more attentive.

While it just might look as if we’re enjoying the event, we really stopped to see what the guy behind us did. He’s a fucking amateur. Just as we stop, he does as well, looking at the bins that are full of toys. A fucking cop is here, around more than one chapter of Devil’s Mayhem members and other motorcycle clubs. He’s either a rookie or some shit is about to go down. We can’t bring attention to it or they’ll probably hop out with guns drawn.

I rack my brain on how we can unfuck this situation while I pretend to want to play this game.

The fucking bottles look like they won’t accommodate even the largest of rings, but I plan to get Shane a fucking teddy bear. I only have to get two out of the three rings around the bottles for me to win one of the big fucking bears. I’m going to get one.

Flicking my wrist quickly, I toss one after the other, figuring if I wait to aim, they won’t go over the top of the bottles. I’m right. All three bounce around, then swirl around the top of their select bottles and wobble down the bottle necks.

I pump my fist in the air, flicking the bird at Christian before clapping hands with Joker. “In your face, bitch,” I quip to my VP, laughing when he mocks bowing down to me. Turning back to the attendant, I point to an oversized blue Peep bunny.

“Good choice, sir,” he says, handing it to me with a smile. “Another game?”

Joker shakes his head. “Nah. We’re good. Thanks though.”

We continue to make our way around the field, my arm loaded down with Shane’s Peep. Prez looks at it with amusement, shaking his head before he goes back to what we were discussing. “For the foreseeable future, we’ll have to move the product by car. We’ll have to alternate between us bringing product to you and you all picking it up from us. It’s too dangerous for us to be the ones that constantly move it across state lines.”

“Will the others do the same?” Joker asks, smiling at a few of the adults that are showing their children around all the fun activities and where to put their toys.

Prez nods. “Yeah, but like I said, you all push more weight, so you’ll need it quicker than they do. We’ll have your usual order plus an extra ten keys for any inconvenience.”

Joker shakes his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. It’s not inconvenient to be cautious. Besides, I’m sure we’ll have to find another way to transport. A quarterly ride isn’t enough.”

That’s true. At some point, we’re bound to get pulled over for no other reason than we have cuts on and Devil in the title of our club’s name. Hell, looking at most of us will have the cops sniffing around for fitting the description.

As we make our second loop, I spot Shane standing by the stage, listening to some girl sing about her husband cheating on her and taking their dog. He looks at me and smiles, his eyes dipping down to the Peep. His smile grows wider.

Before we walk past him, I hold up my hand. “Hold on. Gotta give my sweetheart his bear.”

Laughing, Joker pushes me in the back. “Go ahead, you lovesick fucker. Makes me sick and jealous.” I roll my eyes at him. Joker has been with his partner for over ten years—he’s not jealous in the least.

I jog over to Shane, pulling him to me and smashing our lips together. He chuckles against my mouth, wrapping an arm around me. “Is this for me?” he asks, pointing to the Peep.

Smirking, I hand it to him. “Of course. Even though you were supposed to win me one.”

He narrows his eyes at me in mock irritation. “You didn’t give me time. I planned to as soon as I figured out what I wanted to win for you.”

As I glance around, my eyes lock onto another man that walked over to the cop that was following us. Sighing in resignation, but oddly thrilled that I was right, I tell Shane, “I’m sorry. You might have to work today.”

His face is a mask of confusion. “Huh?”

Before I can tell him what I mean, a number of men jog onto the grounds, guns down at their sides. “Raid,” I mutter before there is shouting all around us.

“On your fucking knees! Now! On your fucking knees!”

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