Page 33 of Biker's Baby

FIFTEEN

Abe

Glenn gave me a worried look,but I kept my gaze straight ahead.

The garage doors were opening, and a black SUV pulled inside. It was followed by two bikers, their emblems showing proudly as they surrounded the SUV.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I knew the cartel worked with whoever they wanted to and everything they did was business oriented, but I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if these other bikers were here to scope out the place. We hadn’t had any more sightings of the rival MC that had been spotted in the area, and I didn’t know if these men were part of said MC.

If they were, we ought to warn them right now to stay as far away from here as they could get. But, if they were merely working with the cartel, there was a good chance we could fuck up the entire operation by being rude to these men.

A knot formed in the pit of my stomach. I’d spoken with one of my brothers who had assured me his MC wasn’t the one in question, but I didn’t know whether these men were part of his MC or who they were.

There was far too much secrecy going on for me to be able to make a really educated decision, and I hated having to feign confidence.

Glenn looked just as nervous as he stepped forward. He was the one doing the talking today, and I was more than fine with that. He was smoother with his words than I, and it enabled me to maintain my strong and silent persona.

All four doors of the SUV opened at the same time, and men stepped out on all sides. They were heavily armed, and Glenn immediately gave a nervous laugh, drawing attention to the fact this was a new way of doing business.

“You make it seem like we’re passing bombs off to each other, no?” he said to our cartel connection.

“Times are changing, boyo,” the man said. “One can never be too careful, especially when we are dealing with an order of this magnitude.”

“Of course, of course.” Glenn nodded feverishly, then waved the man standing next to me forward to pull out the money.

At the same time, our connection motioned for his men to start unloading the drugs.

Six kilos of methamphetamine.

I wasn’t expecting that.

We’d been running coke for as long as I could remember, but evidently Tad had taken the next step in the drug world. Apparently, we were going bigger and even more dangerous. I didn’t want anything to do with drugs in the first place, let alone methamphetamine.

Yet here we were.

“Your money,” Glenn said as our man opened the suitcase.

“That’s all?” their man asked.

“That’s half,” he said. “Once you hand over the drugs, we’ll be happy to hand over the rest.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” the cartel man held up his hand. “You better show me right now that there is another half for you to give, or we’re calling off this deal right now, and I’m afraid you will have wasted our time.”

The men who had accompanied the cartel all put their hands on their guns, and I braced myself. We had the money, but I still hated the tension that came every time we came to this point in the deal. There was always the slim chance it could go wrong, even if everything was planned out to the second.

Glenn kept his cool, waving for our second man to step forward. He did, a suitcase in his hand as well. I felt slightly blindsided with the situation. I’d known that we had the first suitcase, but I hadn’t been aware that we were packing more, nor did I know we were picking up six full kilos of anything.

Glenn wasn’t at all surprised with the situation, leading me to believe that Tad had told him more about the operation than he’d shared with me. Not that I would be offended if Glenn was given more privilege in the club than I was, but I hadn’t thought that it had come to that.

He was always the one who deferred to me over everything. The thought that he would know more about this than I did caught me off guard. I would have to ask him about it later, but I decided now was not the time. It was my job to stand and watch the entire thing, just as the other men did.

The intimidation factor was there, and that helped a lot with keeping everyone calm during the handoff.

“Excellent,” the cartel man said as he looked over the second suitcase. “Alright, I think we both know how this works. You step forward for the drugs as we step forward for the money. No funny business.”

I watched the exchange like a hawk, making sure everyone kept their hands where they were clearly visible, and no one pulled a weapon on the rest of us or tried to highjack the situation. My heart continued to race in my chest as the money was handed off, and three of the men stepped forward to count it.

At the same time, Glenn gave a nod to our two guys to also check the purity of the meth. I didn’t know what they were looking for, but I did know that they were happy with the amount that was given. I still wasn’t, but I wasn’t the one calling the shots, either. Tad was the one who decided how much we were dealing, and it was up to me to follow the orders.

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