Page 10 of Stranger Gifts

Alec was standing behind three of the men who were looking at one of the bikes. Their kuts, or leather vests were emblazoned with the image of their club and their road names. The image was one that Alec had seen before.

“Flaming Skulls,” said Alec. The men turned and looked up at the goliath.

“That’s right,” nodded one of the men. “Best club around and nobody tells us no. Nobody.”

“Well, we are,” said Trak staring at the men. “Our bikes are already sold. We can’t sell what’s here. Move on.”

Ghost watched as Flip opened and closed his fists, the floor gently shaking between them. Ghost gave a slight nod to the big man and he let out a long slow breath.

“We won’t ask again,” said Nine. “At least not nicely.”

“I don’t think you boys know what you’re doing,” said the obvious leader. His road name said Killer on the patch on his chest. It seemed a bit obvious but they didn’t appear to be the smartest men in the room by a long shot.

“Oh, we’re well aware of what we’re doing,” said Ghost. “Move on. Don’t come back here.”

“Is that a threat?” grinned Killer.

“Damn right it is,” said Miller. He was smart enough to glance around the room and do a mental count of the men facing him.

“Well, you outnumber us right now, so I guess we’re forced to leave. But hear me loud and clear. You will do this for us or everything and everyone you love will suffer. Your pretty little wives and daughters will be treated to our special welcome for new bitches in the club.” He gasped, sucking in a breath as a knife sailed through the air and straight into his abdomen. His men started to reach for their own weapons but were met with the weapons of the GW men.

“That was a warning,” said Trak. “I never miss. Next time it will hit your heart.”

“Okay, okay,” nodded Killer holding the bloody abdomen firmly beneath his hand. “We’ll leave but be sure, we’ll be back.”

The men watched as they got on their bikes and drove away. Ghost turned to stare at the other men.

“What do we have for this week?” he asked Whiskey.

“Nothing that can’t wait. We’re in the middle of a dozen builds, but that takes place in the back.”

“See if the boys can expand the mirage netting to include the shops. Let Callan and the others know that they’ll be closed until we can be sure those assholes are gone.”

“And what if they don’t leave?” asked David. Tailor laughed, gripping his shoulders.

“That’s when the fun begins, brother. We help them leave.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“The Flaming Skulls,” said Ace standing at the front of the conference room. “More than two-hundred members spreading across six states. They’re being closely watched by the FBI and the DEA. They’ve been investigated numerous times for drug running, trafficking, and murder. The only conviction, or pending conviction, so far has been for sexual assault and attempted murder by Weaver Crup, a.k.a., Banger. He raped, brutally beat, and left for dead, Sister Agatha Brooks.”

“A nun?” frowned Kane.

“A nun. A fifty-three-year-old nun who was attempting to save young women who had run away from the club,” said Ace.

“Don’t we have enough men to just go out and destroy them?” asked Flip.

“We do but let us get some intel on them first. It says they have two-hundred or so members, but we don’t know if they have any affiliate clubs or gang affiliations,” said Skull.

“Right. Sorry,” frowned Flip.

“Don’t be sorry, brother,” said Miller. “Everybody’s ideas are heard here. Sometimes you’ll have expertise that we do not. Believe me, we’re smart enough to listen to what you have to say.” Flip nodded.

“Do you guys ride?” asked Ghost.

“We have in the past,” nodded Kane. “Hawke and David are usually able to find what we need on foot or in the air.”

“So, how does that work?” asked Alec. “Do you become the bird?”

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