Page 16 of Keg's Revelation

“Is this why you called the meeting, Prez? What do the Widows have to do with us other than being a wart on the club’s ass from time to time?” I asked.

“It could be nothing with them other than them trying to expand. We need to keep an eye on them. The Widows have always been smalltime, so why now and how are they getting huge amounts of drugs into the area without us hearing a word? But they aren’t the reason I called a meeting. Received a call first thing this morning from the FBI.”

“Tell me it didn’t have anything to do with Paul.”

“No, Moose. Everything is good with Paul.”

“Thank fuck. I’m not sure Katie could take anything else involving her dad.”

“Nah, that’s all good. They called to let us know Kosnoff died. Evidently, they had his mental ability checked after they took him into custody. Skipping the medical terms the therapist used as his diagnosis, it amounted to he is or was, considering he’s dead, bat shit crazy.”

“Prez, the man busted into an MC’s clubhouse with the place full of brothers. With a six-shooter as his backup. Hell, that screams crazy in big, bold letters. The Feds actually needed a psychiatrist to clarify that?” I chuckled at my own statement. There’s following procedure, then there’s a waste of money. But I guess it all went hand-in-hand when dealing with anything the government was involved in.

“How the hell did he die?” Pinch asked, speaking for the first time since the meeting started. He, Crank, and Tram had been quiet since Charlie entered.

“Had a heart attack during the night. There’ll be an autopsy to confirm it, but the medical examiner is confident he’s right. No other signs, which translates into they don’t think someone got to him.”

Wasn’t sure how the others felt, but I didn’t care how the bastard died. He trafficked women, to me, the end result was what counted. Though, he did get off easy.

“Feds give you any updates on the others?” Tram asked.

Wild Bill’s lip curled, and his eyes held a gleam. I knew that look on my dad’s face, and I’m sure the others were just as intuitive. We’ve never doubted the trust in us, but as president, some things he wouldn’t share. My brothers and I were okay with that because trust and loyalty went both ways, and it was the prez’s way of protecting us.

Accountability: what you don’t know can’t come back and bite you in the ass.

“Only said the others were awaiting trial. Feds have a solid case against them. Stone and his little posse will soon be the newest residents of one or two of the Feds’ luxury prisons. However, back to Kosnoff. When they were interrogating him about his network for trafficking, he kept telling them that they’d never shut it down. Then he’d giggled like he had a secret. He was already starting to lose his grip on reality, so the Feds aren’t reading too much into it. They’re confident they got his networking shut down.”

“Then what’s their issue?” Hawk asked.

“Two women, from two different cities close to the border, went missing within two weeks of each other. They’re looking into the incidents because one girl’s family is putting a lot of pressure on them. Dad’s some bigwig and he’s certain his daughter was taken. The agent didn’t go into it. He was just told to give us a heads up. If it’s someone trying to take over with Kosnoff out of the picture, the Feds may need our services at some point. They want to clip the wings before any new organization takes off. But they also said was everything they’ve looked at for the two cases screams runaway or daughter running off with a boyfriend.” Prez blew out a breath. “That wraps shit up, at least for today. Anyone got anything to ask or add before the meeting ends?”

I looked around at the others and like me were shaking their heads no, all except Crank. He leaned over and rested his arms on his legs with his hands dangling between them. His expression one of a person wrapped in thought.

“This shit from the Feds on the two women, how sure are they it isn’t Kosnoff related. Hell, with the Widows’ new business plan—do you think it could the Widows expanding their business of drugs to trying their hands at trafficking?” Crank had a solid question. I wouldn’t discount the Widows, but they didn’t have the members to execute both sides.

“I’m not going to disregard anything, Crank. If the Widows were larger in numbers, they’d be the first ones to look in to. Like I said before, let’s keep our eyes on the Widows and ears open for any info on new players in the area. Might have this club running legit now, but it’s still our territory. Now, meeting over.” Prez slapped his hand down on the desk, and my brothers and I stood.

“I’m going to check on Charlie. Make sure Roach is still alive. Then I’ll be ready to help you move shit to your new place.” Hawk slapped my back.

I snorted. “Hell, Charlie’s right. We do gossip like a bunch of old women.” The others laughed.

“Do not tell that woman she is right. I won’t be able to live with her.” Hawk did a fake shiver. I shook my head. Between Charlie and Hawk, I wasn’t sure who liked arguing more, it seemed to be a form of foreplay for the two of them.

“Thanks, I’d appreciate the help. Came to the club to gather some help after I dropped the bomb about buying a house. The meeting and the shit show earlier kinda pushed that plan aside,” I said and started for the door with the others behind me. “Won’t take long to move my things. That is what’s great about an apartment, you don’t collect a bunch of crap.”

“No, because most of your crap is in my shed.” My dad laughed and swung his arm over my shoulder. “Maybe now you can get all of your shit out of there.”

I laughed. “I hear ya. I’ll come over soon and go through the stuff. Pitch what I don’t want and then take the other stuff to my place. The house has a decent size shed in the back.”

We reached the end of the hallway, and Hawk turned toward the kitchen while the rest of us headed for the door leading outside. While we waited on Hawk, we discussed how best to get the job done.

When Hawk walked outside, he was followed by Smoke and Fire. “Rounded up two more and texted Latch to bring a truck.”

“Appreciate it. Food and beer on me.”

“That’s a given. Why do you think we’re helping?” Pinch said as he walked to his bike.

“No, shit. Hope he doesn’t think it’s because we like him,” Crank joked, then mounted his bike.

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