Page 10 of Brage & Dinah

He had Elling on the first crew that went out and protected the Slag property. "Did you see anything tonight?"

Elling shook his head. "Quiet. A couple prostitutes down at the corner."

"The working girls aren't doing any harm to us." He inhaled deeply and blew out the smoke. "Any concerns about security?"

"Meeting coming up?"

"Tomorrow." He dropped his cigarette and shredded the filter with his boot.

Every member understood the risks of what Slag was doing. They not only had to support themselves but provide guns and money to the Slag Mother Chapter in Norway. For that to remain possible, the Portland Chapter needed to draw the attention away from Seattle where the shipments went out on one of the cargo ships.

The best way for that to happen was to force the other motorcycle clubs in the Pacific Northwest and inner PNW to come after Slag. Make them too busy to stop the shipment.

He slipped his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. It could be any day that the Feds got a whiff of what they were doing and moved in closer.

One step. One slip. One fuck-up and Slag could lose men.

It was imperative they make no mistakes.

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