Page 12 of Menace

Stroking his goatee Maniac stared at Saint. “Wasn’t that around the time your old lady and son disappeared?”

Saint’s face lost all colour as he nodded.

“You find any leads?”

He shook his head. Beside him his VP listened intently.

“I heard you had her raped and beaten to death, beat up your kid, then had the bodies dumped in the desert. Leavin’ it to the predators to take care of what was left.”

Saint looked shocked and shook his head violently.

“No, no, I did not. I banished her and they were alive when I sent them back to her father.”

It hit Lucky in the gut that the fucker hadn’t denied she’d been raped. Just that she and her child had been alive.

“Prez.” Case interrupted before Saint could say more.

“The disappearance of Saint’s old lady and child has nothin’ to do with our business here today. All we’re askin’ for is safe passage through your territory. Passage we will pay for, gladly.”

Maniac took his time before replying. “You know I have to take this to the table. I can’t say yes without talkin’ to my brothers.”

“We understand and it’s all we ask, that you at least consider our request and offer of payment.” Case replied.

Slapping a hand on the table Maniac stood. “I’ll take your request to the table and let you know the outcome.”

Both men instantly stood and reached hands across the table, shaking with their prez.

“Thank you, Prez. We’ll wait to hear from you.” Saint said before they walked out.

“What do you think, Prez?” Jonno asked quietly.

“Don’t know, brother. I’ll be callin’ the presidents in for a meet and take it from there. We’ll do that shit virtually, not havin’ everyone ride to Savannah for this shit.”

Lucky and Dive looked at each other, this was one time neither one of them could predict the outcome.

It didn’t seem like a big deal, allowing the Reapers to ride through Wraiths territory. Not that it was up to either of them, it would be a decision made at National.

They once again escorted their president to his ride and this time there were no interruptions.

They rode to the campground, keeping a sharp eye out for the Grave Robbers.

In the end they stayed in Vegas for an entire week instead of the three days they had initially planned on spending there.

Maniac held the virtual meet with the other chapter presidents and got the Reapers what they wanted. Safe passage up the West Coast held territories of the Shadow Wraiths MC and an agreement for the same from the Demon’s Spawn MC. Lucky had no idea what this would mean for the club. What would the Psycho Raiders MC reaction be to the decision? And were they now in an alliance with the Reapers or was it business only? Their boss hadn’t said. He would most probably discuss it with the club once they got home.

In the end they had been away from home for close to three weeks.

The ride home hadn’t been as trouble free as the ride to Vegas. A day out of Vegas Dive had engine trouble and they had to book into a motel for two days while his bike was being repaired. Maniac didn’t want to leave anyone behind so they waited for the repair. The next one to have trouble was one of the newer patches, Charmer. Two days after they left the motel he crashed after his rear wheel mysteriously seized. Maniac ordered his bike loaded into one of the trucks to be examined at their garage back in Savannah. The brother broke an arm and had a concussion which kept him in hospital for three days.

Again they waited for him to be discharged, loaded him in the truck, and once again took to the road.

Maniac was certain their bikes were being sabotaged and ordered a watch of four brothers every night.

Everyone was on high alert and the rest of the trip went down without any further incidents. It confirmed Maniac’s suspicion. They were being targeted. It was almost certain it was the Grave Robbers.

Lucky was damned glad to finally ride into the compound. They were home, and all he wanted was a beer, a shower and sleep.

He got the beer and shower but not the sleep.

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