Page 41 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Twenty-Six
Raze
We closeup shop early today so we can handle some club business. We got word that a group of thugs were scoping out the area where we have our warehouse that contains all our weapons— weapons we’re working out a deal with the Russians to sell. So if anything happens to those weapons, there goes our deal.
We head over to the clubhouse before taking off. One of the brothers suggested we grab a bite to eat before hitting the road. I’m on board with that, because that means I get to see Minx before we leave. Only, when I get to the clubhouse, she isn’t there. No one is, except for the prospect at the gate.
I knew the cut bunnies wouldn’t be here, but Minx, Rivet, and Mouse should be. I call her phone and after a few rings, I get her voicemail. Where the hell could my girl be? She usually lets me know if Mouse is taking her to run errands or anything.
I call her again. Voicemail. She might not hear her phone, so I decide to grab a bite to eat, see if she’ll call me back. After I eat and I still haven’t heard from her, I start to worry. I decide to call Mouse to check that he’s with her.
“Hey, Raze. What’s up?” Mouse asks.
“Tell me you’re with Minx,” I growl out.
“I am. The girls are visiting with Prez and Jager. You wanna talk to her?”
“Yeah, put her on.” The line goes quiet, and then I hear muffled voices. He must have covered up the phone. Minx gets on the phone and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Hearing her voice was something I didn’t know I needed. She lets me know about Jager, and I tell her that I need to go handle club business.
“If I’m not back before you go to bed, you can crash in my room at the clubhouse,” I tell her.
“Thanks, Mason,” she whispers and I growl. Hearing her say my name goes straight to my fucking dick. I can’t be thinking with that head right now. “And be careful out there. Come back to me in one piece.”
Come back to me in one piece.That one sentence does me in. If she were standing in front of me, I would kiss the hell out of her. I’m at her mercy and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“I will, Kitty. I’ll see you soon. Try to stay out of trouble,” I say smiling.
“I’ll try.” She laughs and it’s such a sweet sound. We hang up after that. I wish more than anything I could stay and be here when she gets back. I know I need to go help my brothers. The club comes first after all.
We get loaded up and hit the road. The warehouse is half an hour away from the clubhouse. Tech tricked out the security for it. It’s loaded up with top of the line, hidden cameras all around the building. Tech has it rigged up for us to be able to see all the way around the building and out away from the building about three yards.
Whoever was scoping the place out was smart. Every single one of them had their faces and arms covered so we couldn’t see anything that could give away who they might be. When Tech viewed the footage, it looked like they were just walking around the perimeter.
There’s a small town just before we get to the area our warehouse is in. There’s an abandoned building at the entrance of the town, and Chains makes a turn to pull the club’s cage into the parking lot. Trigger, Ratchet, Thor, and Kicks follow him. They’ll leave their bikes and ride with Chains out to the warehouse. Just in case anyone is still out there, they won’t be spooked by the loud bikes.
Rascal, Saint, and I head over to the town’s diner. Our goal is to see if we can get any information out of anyone. See if maybe they’ve seen any suspicious people around. Some of the brothers come out here every other week or so and talk with the locals. We want them to feel safe with us around, and for them to talk to us if they do see anything out of sorts. There are some interesting folks here, and the food ain’t bad either.
We pull up to the diner and there are only a handful of cars. We park and head inside, sitting in a booth where all three of us can see the whole diner pretty well. You can never be too safe. I glance out the window, looking for any suspicious cars.
“What can I get you fellas to drink?” a waitress asks. I don’t turn to look at her.
“We’ll all take a water, burger, and fries, please,” Rascal answers for Saint and I.
“You got it,” she purrs out at him.
When I turn to look at the guys, Saint is casually looking around the dinner. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was checking out the waitress.
“There are a couple of guys across the diner that don’t look like they belong,” he says in a low voice. The waitress brings our drinks and Rascal stops her before she walks away.
“Hey, sweetheart, have you noticed anyone come in today that you may not have recognized? Someone new to town?” Rascal asks her. She pauses to think for a second.
“There was a group of guys that came in this morning,” she starts. “I thought it was weird because they all had long sleeves on and it’s so dang hot out.”
“When you walk away, take a look at the guys across the diner without making it too obvious. See if they look like any of the guys that came in this morning,” Saint tells her.
She nods her head in response and walks away to check on our order. She comes back ten minutes later and she’s carrying all three of our plates. She’s got a plate in her left hand, with one balancing on her forearm and the third she’s carrying in her right hand. That shit takes some damn talent if you ask me. She has a worried look on her face as she sets our plates down in front of us.
“I’m about 85% sure those two guys were here this morning,” she speaks softly to Rascal. “One of the girls says their names are Dragon and Tiny.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you stay safe,” he assures her. She gives him a small smile.
“If y’all need anything else, just let me know.” She winks and she goes to check on her other customers.
Rascal’s phone must have been buzzing in his pocket. He pulls it out and holds it up to his ear to answer.
“What’s up?” he asks. I hear someone talking on the other end, but I can’t hear who it is or what they’re saying. Rascal then goes on to explain what the waitress told us. “Have Chains take you and Kicks to your bikes. Then he can bring Thor and Ratchet back in the cage to follow these jokers and pick them up. Then you or Kicks can keep an eye on the waitress for a day or two. We’ll meet y’all at the barn once you snatch these fuckers up.”
Saint and I give each other devilish smirks. The barn is where we beat and torture information out of enemies. It’s on the 200 acres of land that the club owns, but it’s in an area of the property where there’s absolutely nothing and no one around for miles. They can scream out all they want, but no one will ever hear them. We haven’t had a good torture session in a while, so this should be fun.
