Page 6 of Biker's Baby

THREE

Abe

The deep humof engines drawing closer told me Glenn was on his way. He met with two other MC members who were supposed to come along with us for this deal, but they didn’t yet know I was going to push them to being the face of the entire exchange.

I didn’t want to be involved with the cartel. If I got out of this side of the business someday, which was entirely my plan, then I wouldn’t want any of those men to know who I was based on face value. I wanted to have the ability to vanish out of sight – and thus, out of mind – when this was all done, so putting others up front was a good move.

Not to mention, Tad seemed to enjoy it when I called the shots, and if I made a move that put others in danger while I stayed back, that just showed him that I was taking this situation seriously, and I wasn’t going to take any unnecessary risks.

Of course, Glenn was in the dark about all this, but I liked it that way. There was no need for him to know all the reasons behind what I did, that was for sure. I was the one who called the shots most of the time when we were on assignment anyway, so there was no need for him to have things explained.

If he did what he was told, all was good.

And so far, I’d never had to deal with a situation where he refused an order.

The three men rode right up to where I was parked.

“Cutting it close,” I said. “We need to be on time if we’re to make a good impression, earlier than that if we’re going to show them who’s boss.”

“Sorry, that was my fault,” one of the two men who’d come with Glenn told me. “I wasn’t ready when they pulled up in front of my house.”

“See to it next time you are,” I warned. “You don’t want word getting back to Tad that you weren’t reliable. You know how he feels about that shit.”

“Yes, sir,” the man said.

I didn’t wait to discuss things further. I made my point, and now it was time to get down to business. I wasn’t going to explain the situation to any of the men until we were down at the warehouses. There was no need to give information to everyone.

The fact of the matter was that information could be the most valuable thing we held. The more people who had it, the less valuable it was. So, I kept as much to myself as possible and simply gave orders or directions as needed. Glenn was used to the way I ran the show, and he didn’t ask anything at all.

I often would tell him that I didn’t care to answer unnecessary questions, but through the years that we’d spent working together, we both learned that most every question he had about any given assignment could be deemed unnecessary.

After all, I shared with him the things that he needed to know. If there was anything else, then he was free to ask. But, it was rare for him to need more information beyond what I was freely giving him.

The bikes roared as we tore along the road. We were headed in the direction of some abandoned warehouses, but I wasn’t going to lay low or try to hold back on our way.

The fastest way to get the cops involved was to make it look like we were on our way to a drug deal. If we didn’t want them to ask what we were doing, then we had to look like we were out doing what we normally did. We rode around town and made a show of ourselves.

We were walking warnings to other MCs who were passing through the area. This wasn’t the place for them to be, and they best keep moving if they knew what was good for them. If they were stupid enough to be in the area at all, that is. I wasn’t about to waste my time worrying about any of that. I had other things on my mind.

We pulled up in front of the destination with dust flying around us. It was hot and dry, as always, but we still wore leather from head to toe.

With the helmets put in place, I led the way into the warehouse, but held back so our two companions could take the lead as we walked toward the back.

“We’ve got four, maybe six cartel coming in with the product,” I said out loud. “I want you two to handle passing off the money and grabbing the goods. Glenn and I will cover.”

“Right.”

“Okay, boss.”

The two men, I could never remember either of their names, stood in front of us. I didn’t care to know who they were, either. There were some men in the MC I considered my brothers, then there were others I considered simply pawns in their own right.

Sure, they could make their way up in rank if they tried, but that didn’t mean it was meant to happen, and I had no problem with putting them in the forefront in the meantime if it didn’t. If there was a problem with that, they could take it up with me right now, or go to Tad when we were done.

I already knew what Tad would say to anyone who went against my order to be in the front. He wouldn’t send them on any more assignments, that was for sure, and if they were lucky enough to not be kicked out of the club, odds were he would make sure they were doing the most degrading work possible.

They could kiss any chance of rising up in their lives goodbye. It just wouldn’t happen at that point.

Glenn threw a look my way.

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