Page 10 of Menace

FOUR

Lucky

Las Vegas, Nevada

Lucky and Dive stood next to each other, their backs against the wall, arms crossed over their chests. At the table in front of them their Prez was laying it out for Robber Ross, the prez of the Grave Robbers MC. The bastard wasn’t taking it well at all. He and Killer Ross, his brother and VP, were furious.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe you’re turnin’ against us, breakin’ our alliance as if it means nuthin’ to you. We come to you for help and you give us this bullshit. We’ve had your back, taken care of problems for your club. You owe us, Maniac.” Robber growled, his eyes narrowed and burning with fury.

“That’s bullshit, Robber, we don’t owe you nothin’ and you know it. You’re shacked up with the Los Rojos cartel and there’s no fuckin’ way my club is gettin’ involved in their dirty business.” Maniac snapped angrily.

Killer Ross lunged forward.

“Your club is filled with fuckin’ pussies. Scared of gettin’ dirty are you? That’s fuckin’ bullshit ‘cause everyone here knows how dirty you are. Fuckin’ black as coal, same as us.”

Killer looked deranged with spittle on his lips as he leant over the table towards their president and both he and Dive stepped forward. Maniac lifted a hand and they instantly halted. He hadn’t been looking at them but he knew the minute they moved. His prez was just that good.

“My club might be dirty, motherfucker, butwedon’t sell women and children. Never have, never will. Your transportswill notcross our territory without dire consequences to every single fucker ridin’ along with it. This is your only warnin’. Do not cross into our territory with human cargo if you want to stay breathin’.”

Their prez didn’t react to the murderous fury coming from the two men sitting opposite him.

“This is fucked up, Maniac.” Robber snarled.

He wasn’t the one Lucky kept his eyes on. It was his brother, Killer, who concerned him. The fucker was definitely not taking it well. They would need to watch their backs around him.

“You’re goin’ to regret this, Maniac. You and your pussy club are goin’ to regret double crossin’ us. You’re fuckin’ traitors. Better watch your fuckin’ back from now on you fuckin’ cunt.” Killer bellowed as he stood, shoving his chair away so hard it fell to the floor with a loud clatter. With one last vicious look around the room he stormed out.

“Fuck.” Dive muttered low enough no one else heard.

“Yeah, brother.” Lucky agreed as he kept his eyes on the man across the table from his boss.

Robber had given his brother’s retreating back one look, shook his head, and then got back to business.

“Forget about Killer, he’s bein’ a dick as usual. We need those routes, Maniac. What if I can guarantee we’ll only take our drug and gun runs through your territories? You know we need the routes for that side of our business. We can’t take a hit like this and survive, brother.” Robber looked sincere as he pleaded their case.

He was right, they wouldn’t survive and that made them exceedingly dangerous to all of them.

Their prez tapped a finger to his lower lip as he stared at Robber. He didn’t say anything for several minutes, minutes that had tension rolling through the men in the room.

Maniac sat forward, his voice hard and emotionless.

“Do you remember, three months ago I warned you. Warned you if you continue down this route, my club is goin’ to vote to close our territories to you. Not even two weeks ago I called you again, same fuckin’ warnin’ and you didn’t take me seriously. My club voted and here I am. You know I can’t go against the vote.”

Robber started to answer but Maniac held up a hand to silence him.

“All I can give you is that I’ll take your suggested compromise back to the table. I can’t do more.”

“I’ll take it.” Robber seemed relieved almost as if he believed he would get what he wanted.

Lucky glanced at Dive from the corner of his eyes. The brother’s face was blank, like his own. They wouldn’t give Robber and his fuckers the satisfaction of seeing they were pissed at their prez’s decision.

There was no way the brothers would vote to give these low life scum suckers safe passage through their territories. If it had been about running their usual cargo of drugs and guns maybe the vote would pass. Not now that they were into human trafficking with Los Rojos. They couldn’t be trusted to stick to the agreement and not sneak restricted cargo through.

He would definitely vote against giving them safe passage.

Lucky walked out of the meet in front of his prez, never once dropping his guard. He didn’t trust the fucking Robbers, not even a little bit. Breaker joined him as they walked out of the clubhouse escorting their president to his ride. None of them said a word. The brothers waiting for them straightened as they approached. Eyes narrowed on their faces. They knew shit had gone down with just one look.

Maniac’s phone buzzed as they reached the bikes. His prez smiled as he answered and Lucky immediately stepped away, giving him privacy.

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