Page 7 of Biker's Baby

“You think they’re on time?” he asked.

“Here’s hoping,” I said as the sound of vehicles filled the air. They pulled up on the opposite side of the warehouse, which was optimal for us. If something did go wrong, we didn’t want to be on the same side of the building.

And they clearly felt the same.

The large garage door opened, and all four of us instinctively shaded our eyes as the light poured in from the front.

“Bring it in here! Come on, hurry up!” one of the men was yelling to the other in Spanish, but Abe understood what he was saying.

The cartel ran their deals much the same way Abe ran his. They kept those who weren’t quite as important to the good of the group in the front. Should someone decide to pull a gun and start shooting, they didn’t want to lose their top men, either.

The drugs were wheeled into the warehouse, and Glenn gave one of our men a nod to step forward and take a look. Our man appeared to be almost as nervous as the other men, but Glenn and I stood tall, our hands behind our backs as we waited for the drugs to be assessed.

“Two kilos,” my man said over his shoulder.

“Pure?” I asked.

“Pure,” he said with a single nod.

“That’s what we came for,” I said. I gave Glenn a short nod, and he stepped forward. He produced a small suitcase from behind his back, opening it and showing it to the leader of the Cartel. The man stepped forward, his greedy eyes looking over the cash with a smile on his face.

“Is it all here?” he asked.

“Si,” I said with a nod. “Every dime. You may count it while here if you like.”

“No, no,” he said. “I trust you. Let’s get out of this shithole before we attract any unwanted attention.”

“Good,” I said. “Trust is a big thing, you know.”

“That it is,” he replied. He gave me a look that told me he didn’t quite trust me as much as he said, but I wasn’t about to let my guard down and say that I trusted him in return. That was none of his business, that was for sure.

“Let’s get the drugs loaded up and get the fuck out of here,” I said to Glenn. He turned and spoke to our two men, then stood by and watched as they unloaded the smaller boxes of cocaine.

I knew it would be smart to pop the lid on all the boxes and check to ensure it was all there – pure cocaine straight out of Mexico. But I didn’t. These other men had taken my word that our money had been counted and handed over properly. It was only good form to take them at their word as well.

It could turn out bad on our end if we were being duped. But I was willing to go through the punishment I would get from Tad if that was the case. It was far better facing what he would do to me rather than what these men would say if I wasn’t trusting enough to meet them halfway.

Our men finished unloading the boxes, and I extended my hand to the leader of the cartel’s side. I didn’t know what his name was, either, and I wouldn’t ask. Such a thing wasn’t any of my business. We might cross paths again, or we might not.

It was really up to fate to decide that, and if we didn’t, what good would it do me to have his name?

“Pleasure,” I said.

“Likewise,” he replied.

We both shook on the deal, and I motioned for my men to load the drugs into the saddlebags of our bikes.

We dispersed the drugs among our four bikes, concealing any trace that we were carrying anything illegal with us. While I still didn’t plan to get involved with any of the cops on the way back to the clubhouse, I didn’t want to give them any reason to be suspicious of us, either.

More suspicious than they were on any given day anyway, that is. As long as we behaved ourselves for the most part, there was no reason for them to get involved, and we knew they would prefer to avoid any interaction with us on their end if possible, too.

Once we were clear to leave, I lifted my hand and gave the signal to my men.

The sound of our engines was deafening as we roared back to the clubhouse. I knew Tad would want to see the quality of the cocaine we’d just bought with his own two eyes, then I’d be out of there and home free for the rest of the day.

Tad was, as usual, drinking whiskey when we showed up, but he was sober enough to come out and look at the product we’d just brought to show him.

He clapped me on the shoulder, hard.

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