Page 80 of Biker Daddies

There’s a breeze in the stifling air and I can’t tell if it feels good or not. The desert days can play tricks on the mind. It’s hot, dry, and a lot of people think they can survive a day in the sand, but it isn’t as easy as it seems. So many people have died hiking, camping, thinking they could conquer it, but a lot of the time that isn’t the case.

It’s also the perfect place to dump bodies. Prez has used the miles of sand to our advantage. I plan on using it too if I find out Grim is playing us.

I take a right, coming into civilization, and pass one of my favorite pizza places. I get close to the shelter, which is the area Colt and Bane said the drugs have been heavy. I park my bike and take a look around, noticing it’s a little quiet. Usually it’s busy, especially since it’s the street people hit before going to the strip.

A few girls are working the corner down the road, but that’s it.

Well, I don’t like that. This is our city and no one is going to scare anyone into not enjoying it.

Following my maps, I walk a few blocks before I have to dip down an alleyway. “Oh god.” I choke from the smell. It’s rancid, and bags of trash sit in puddles of water. I step over it, noticing a homeless guy asleep next to the dumpster.

Fuck.

Getting my wallet out, I toss him a couple hundred bucks and hurry to the end of the alley. I hold out my phone and Grim is to the right. I peek my head around the corner of the red brick, noticing Grim talking to the rival MC.

And the man he is shaking hands with?

Grizzly’s brother.

I lift my phone, snagging a few pictures of the encounter, and try to listen to what they’re saying, but I can’t hear them. I don’t think I’ll need to. With this evidence, with his meeting Grizzly’s brother, he’s fucked. He’s crossing us. I don’t know what they’re planning, but maybe Grim’s MC isn’t as perfect as Grizzly makes them out to be. He’s blinded, the fool. I don’t know why he’s so dead set on merging with them. The only thing they have going for them is how large the MC is, which means they have a lot of reach and are in a lot of pockets. They have many hands in many jars and I’m curious what they plan to do with Grizzly’s brother.

I plaster myself against the brick when Grim turns around to walk to his bike. I inch into the darkness, careful to bypass any trash so I don’t make any noise.

Now I have a perfect view of him, which means if he focused he could probably see me.

“Grim!” Grizzly’s brother shouts.

Grim pauses and they shake hands, but now I can hear what they’re saying.

“The girl?”

“I just need a little more time,” Grim states. “She’s not easy to get alone. She’s always surrounded.”

“Well, you deliver my niece, you’ll get paid well.”

Grim tightens his lips together. “You’re fucked-up for wanting to kidnap your own niece. I make good on my word though. You’ll get her, and then I’ll get paid along with the drugs.” Grim mounts his bike and buckles his helmet. “You’ll hear from me.” Grim’s bike grumbles as he roars away and I’m left with rage filling my heart with pure hatred. My hands shake as I hold a hand over my mouth.

He doesn’t plan on having a relationship with Harlow. He plans on kidnapping her and delivering her to Grizzly’s brother, for god knows what. Her own fucking flesh and blood wants to kidnap her.

Jesus Christ. I won’t allow that to happen. I can’t allow that to happen.

I have to tell Grizzly their plan.

And we will need to come clean to the Prez.

I rush from the alley and back to my bike, deciding to head back to the clubhouse. I take one last look at the GPS on my phone to see Grim has stopped at a local bar. Perfect, that gives me time to call an emergency church meeting.

I speed down the roads, not giving a fuck about cops. They are on our payroll anyway and I don’t want them to know about this. They would handle it the legal way, or try to, but this is fucking personal. When someone threatens what’s mine, I retaliate. We take care of justice, because no law, no cops, no legal system will give this motherfucker what he deserves.

When I get to the gate in a record amount of time, Dart is there, and he doesn’t even look at me when he opens the gate.

“Church! Now,” I yell at him over the rumbles of my motorcycle.

He doesn’t question me. He knows if I’m calling a meeting it must be urgent. He closes the gate when I enter, then runs after me, getting lost in the dust my bike creates over the sand-covered pavement.

When I park, he’s at my side instantly. “What’s going on, Alto?” he asks, his brows dipping in the middle.

“Something real fucking bad. Gather everyone. You and Poet too. This is for everyone.”

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