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Don’t mind my balls bein’ busted ??

Cash:

I fell into that one. I told Bane you’re coming, just so he’s aware. Keep your noses clean and outta trouble

Me:

Sounds good. I’ll call you with any updates

Cash:

Long as you leave Mississippi as you found it

I can’t exactly make any guarantees, but I still agree to it anyway.

Me:

Scouts Honor

I can just imagine Cash rolling his eyes.

Of course, us being here won’t sit too kindly if the other MCs in Mississippi find out we’re here, and there's only four of us if we run into trouble. The Hellions won’t cause us any grief as long as we stay in our lane, but Bane has been known to do some pretty wild shit. I heard one time he chased the cartel out of Ridgehaven and sent them packing. I guess you don’t mess with his town and live to tell the tale. From what Cash told me, his club is growing because those that are left are getting tired of the major Jackson MCs and the shit going down with law enforcement. They’re cracking down on 1% clubs in the city, and even though we’re not a 1% club, we still wear patches and have to watch our backs. Cash even said to take our cuts off while we’re here, and I guess that is probably a good idea to stay incognito. Ridgehaven is about a forty minute drive, so it isn’t far if we need backup. Though, I have wondered the entire trip here what we’re really gonna find. The details are still sketchy.

When we stop at the Magnolia motel, we make our way to reception.

We need four rooms. Brew and Haze. Riot. Kyle and Halo; whom I assume can share with single beds. Me and Star. We’ll meet up with Brew and Haze later tonight. I knew that Brew especially wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to check out any leads on trafficking because of his past history. It’s a compulsion he has, and I get why he was so pissed that he didn’t get in on the action with the Carusos.

“So we’re gonna need four rooms, ma’am,” I say to the clerk who looks like she had to drag herself unwillingly over here from the small television playing in the back room. “Two nights, we may possibly extend.”

The others are gathered outside as the office is tiny.

“I’ll need a name, son,” she replies in a southern twang.

Star turns to look at me, her voice drops low. “Four rooms?”

“Yep.”

“Me and Halo can share…”

I start using my fingers to count. “You’re with me. Halo and Kyle, or she might like to bunk in with Riot. Brew and Haze.”

Star shifts her gaze to the old woman behind the counter who’s looking down her glasses at us. She drops her tone further. “We’re not shar?—”

“Four rooms.” I give the old woman my best shit-eating grin and surprise surprise, she smiles back. “If you’d be so kind.”

“Of course, young man. Where y'all from?”

“New Orleans. Got some business in the city.” I glance around. It’s clean and tidy, and they have a diner next door. “Nice digs. You got any suites?”

They don’t even use a computer here. I smile to myself as she looks down at the book. “Well, son, you’re in luck. We have one premier suite available. It has a balcony.”

I give her a wink. “Perfect. Thank you…” I glance down at her button. “Gladys, appreciate it.”

“Well now, you’re welcome, honey.”

I hear Star mutter something as she steps outside and I give over my details and pay for the rooms in cash, tipping Gladys as she hands me the keys. I hang onto Brew and Haze’s room and hand out the others.

Halo glances between us. “Star, are you sure you don’t want to bunk with Kyle? I really don’t mind taking the couch, or we can get another room, how mu?—”

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