Page 48 of Patching Over

He walks on in, along with Viking, Smoke, Prodigy, and Static, which immediately has me on edge. Why wouldfiveof them show up here without any prior notification?

When the prospects return with the alcohol, I demand, “Grab some seats, Prospects. Our brothers need a place to sit.”

They quickly comply and soon, the doors are closed and we’re all sitting around the table. Slamming the gavel down, I holler, “Shut the fuck up, we’ve got shit to discuss!” As the murmurings cease, I focus on Murder and ask, “Brother, what brings you this far south? Everything alright?”

“Actually, no, it’s not,” Murder replies, “but I think your IT guy knows why we’re here.”

Hawg? What the fuck is going on right now? I feel like I was dropped in an episode of that show Rayleigh enjoys,StrangerThings,where nothing is as it seems and every other second, something weird is going on.

“Hawg?” I query, not liking the fact that I’m left swinging in the dark.

Hawg glances at both Murder and me before he focuses on his laptop screen. “Brick, gotta say, I didn’t see them showing up quite yet, but they’ve been dealing with some shit, and it involves four fuckers who are apparently the reincarnated Devil Demons MC, who now call themselves the Devil Demon Deuces MC. The sons of the men we took out all those years ago are trying to make a name for themselves in the underground drug trafficking ring. They’re into meth, as in cooking and distributing it, and plan to use the money to ‘take down those fucking Raiders’ but as you know, we’re Bastards now. Anyhow, looks like they’ve been using Murder’s established pipeline that their club uses to move their product.”

“Fuck,” I roar out. “We got some names to trace, right, Hawg? Because we’re not going to just sit around with our thumbs up our asses waiting on them to grow the balls to attack us. Not fucking happening.”

“Yeah, Pres,” Hawg answers. “Jason Hoggard, Jimmy Sanders, Jordan Weaver, and Henderson Timerson. Otherwise known as Hog, Sands, Beaver, and Clock.”

“What kind of fucking pussy names are those?” Brew asks, before bursting into laughter.

“They obviously named themselves, probably after taking a few hits off one of their pipes,” Kracken adds, causing the rest of us to join in the amusement.

Although… it’s not really funny.

We may not run drugs ourselves, but some of our brothers in other chapters do, mostly weed and maybe some pills, but fucking meth? No, none of us wanna deal with that brand of poison.

“We came to help get rid of the fuckers,” Murder rumbles out. “We’ve spent years developing our routes, so we catch no LEO attention and those motherfucking idiots, who apparently enjoy their own shit, are gonna fuck it up. Plus, they seem to be intent on taking your club on. Don’t they realize y’all have a brotherhood behind you that spanscontinents?”

“Well, guess that explains why y’all are here then,” I reply. “Hawg, what else do we know about them?”

CHAPTER

FOUR

Rayleigh

Brick was gone for a long time the night before which gave me the time I needed to get a lot of his presents wrapped and placed under the tree. I’ve had them hidden in different spots all around the room, and actually used a few of the boxes I got in from the online place I order stuff for the kittens to hide them inside of until I could get them wrapped.

Sneaky, I know, but it worked… he never suspected a thing.

As I clean the bar this morning, I find myself singing along to the music Brew put on for me that’s booming out from the surround sound system’s speakers. Every day I find something else to love about the men of this club. They may think I’m silly for wanting to decorate every available space with something festive, but they haven’t stopped me yet. In fact, I’ve got the twins with me again today, because once I’m done, I’m going shopping with Cassie to finish things up and for some reason, Brick has decided I need protection.

“Do you know who all those men were that I saw at breakfast?” I ask Brew as I stack the clean glasses in the coolernow that the bar dishwasher is done. He’s standing behind the bar doing his inventory or something on a tablet.

“Some brothers from Charleston,” he replies.

“South Carolina?”

“No, West Virginia, Ray.”

“Why would they come here though?”

“Club business.”

Gah, I am beginning to hate that phrase.

Not like Brick uses it on me very often, thank goodness, but I’ve definitely heard it a numerous amount of time from the other men. Probably when they’re tired of me asking questions, but how will I learn stuff I don’t know about if I don’t do that?

“I understand, Brew. I’m sorry I’m such a pain,” I quietly reply.

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