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Mountain walked downstairs from his room into the main area of the clubhouse. They were going to grab something to eat then get ready for the run. Red had finalized all the connections to get the guns from the Nevada charter’s supplier and decided to go forward with the gun run for the Blood Sports. With them leaving at noon, they were already pushing their luck by doing it in the bright sunshine of day. With Freaky as the Road Captain he was uneasy with the all the hiding spots in shadows once the sun set.

They were going to meet up their clients at one P.M. in between Berrington and Turnabout Creek, per Hollywood’s unofficial request to no nothing because he wouldn’t stop one of his deputies if the guys were dumb enough to do it in city limits. Mountain wondered how it was going to go with him having differences with Spike? Being bitched in front of your club can make a man second guess himself. And Mountain might as well of tossed a collar around the guy and made him walk on all fours. The Blood Sports were learning the hard way that riding bikes was more than the road, fucking and fighting. They had a code. An honor system that allowed bikers to gather in Sturgis each year and cross boundaries, as long as deference was given.

“Mountain, my man. Come and grab something to eat and have a seat. Let’s get this plan down,” Hack said as he and Freaky sat at a table eating their breakfast.

Nodding, he walked into the kitchen and filled his plate full of eggs and sausage. The hash browns looked delicious so he decided to grab some of those too.

After his plate was heaping full, he walked into the dining area and took his seat with Hack and Freaky. Rubbing his hands together, he picked up his fork and took a bite of his breakfast. After swallowing, he looked over at Hack. “Do you have this plan down?”

“That depends,” Freaky replied. “You got enough? I don’t want you passing out from starvation.”

“Just barely,” Mountain replied with a wink.

“You a little nervous about getting into bed with the Blood Sports?” Hack asked. “I know you’ve had problems with them lately.”

“They’re dick swinging,” he replied. “Nothing more, plus I’m sure they have a just as anxious client on the other end. Or clients. Trust can only come through trial and error.”

Freaky grinned. “They try to control the situation, but we have this in our world and it will go as we have planned. Our pipeline is solid and we can get the goods delivered once paid. This will be an easy money for us today. Especially, since we only had to hold the merchandise for a few days.”

“I agree.” Hack shoveled in his food. “I did the intel on these clients and their small potatoes to the Blood Sports. We’ll be putting the guns into the hands of a bunch of guys that do guard duty for a bunch of rich clients. No big deal. Basically, we’re savin’ them a few bucks, which means they’ll probably triple charge the idiots at the end.”

For Mountain, the money wasn’t the draw. Only a few men were pushing to move into the more dangerous and illegal stuff and he worried. They would keep pushing and end up in situations where one man could make a difference in coming home alive. Besides, he wasn’t worried because he knew Hack did his homework for any run that they did. Freaky was Road Captain after all and the two worked in tandem to plan every trip down to the mile.

“Freaky you have this all mapped out?” Mountain asked.

“Yep. We’re good to go. Even found us a harbor, if we feel we’re being followed.”

Harbors were usually only for longer trips. One where they were rescuing someone and they needed a predetermined place to hide out or pull over. They’d started using them to avoid having to rush and hop. Riders could split up, knowing where to come back together. Strange to think there would now be one between the two towns.

Freaky didn’t take shit from anyone as he added, “The Blood Sports are going with us, but I’m in control of this delivery. They will follow my rules. They’ll make their cut for setting up and in the future, we can deal direct with them.”

Mountain knew he had it all under control as he nodded. “I’m ready. This should be pretty easy.” He finished his food and pushed his plate away from him.

Part of him wanted to buzz by the clinic to say good-bye to Amber since she was working today, but after last weekend, he decided to not bother her at her job. Everything would work out and he would see her when he returned tonight. Maybe bring the kids a treat or something since Maisie was having to tough it out at school with a cast.

Red walked in and headed toward their table. “Hey.” Pulling out a chair, he sat next to Mountain.

“Hey Red,” Hack greeted the president.

“You guys all ready for today? This will be something new for us. Up until now, we’ve done a drop and go, but this order was too much to trust the Blood Sports with. I want you to have each other’s backs with the Blood Sport. Don’t trust them.”

“Nah, we aren’t going to trust them,” Mountain chimed in. “I wish they weren’t involved at all. But they have the clients, so it is what it is.” He gave the men at the table a nod. “I’m going to go and get layered up. It’s almost time.” He excused himself from the table and headed to his room.

Even he had to admit it was cold outside and they had decided to take their bikes. It was an easy way to deliver the goods and a fast get away if they needed it.

After putting his chaps on, he put on a thermal, then his sweatshirt, followed by his coat and cut. With a skully on his head and gloved up, he was dressed for the weather and it was time to leave. Mountain snatched his helmet off his dresser. Since Red’s commandment about helmets, he had to admit he got used to the thing and today, something told him to put it on. It would help keep his head warm and the added protection didn’t hurt.

Meeting everyone outside, Mountain got on his bike and saw Hack and Freaky were already settled in on their bikes.

Their women were standing next to them. Dreamer was tucking the ends of a scarf under Freaky’s coat as their foreheads were pressed together. Nods and unspoken words between the two newlyweds as she headed for her Jeep, the quick lunchtime break only allowed because the club had a daycare in the same community center that housed her school.

Mountain wondered how Preacher Girl had gotten away from the clinic, then again everyone had a lunchbreak at some point and she’d probably just ran out here with Dreamer. The quick kiss to Hack followed her trailing her hand away and heading to the passenger side of Dreamer’s vehicle.

The goodbye and good luck kisses made him miss Nightingale, but knew she probably couldn’t get away and it wasn’t like he’d share this mission. He wasn’t rescuing victims.

“You ready?” Hack asked.

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