Page 9 of Menace

“I’m about to tell you somethin’ that we’ll be discussin’ in church later.” Two fingers beat out a rapid beat on the desk before he spoke. “Jonno called for the meet to settle disputes he’s been havin’ with the Grave Robbers fuckin’ around on their turf. Because of our loose alliance with the bastards he’s been battlin’ to keep them out without resortin’ to bloodshed. He wants them gone, like yesterday. After hearin’ what they’re involved in I agree. They’re goin’ to drag us all down with their dirty business. We can’t have the pigs lookin’ at us and our businesses too closely.”

“What dirty business is that, Boss?” He frowned trying to remember what business the fuckers were in. Last he heard they were muling drugs and guns. Not too many years ago SWMC used to mule as well so he wasn’t sure why his prez was pissed off.

It wasn’t his prez who answered him, but his SAA.

“The Grave Robbers have recently started working with the Los Rojos cartel. I don’t give a shit if they’re sellin’ drugs and guns but those fuckers aren’t only into drugs and guns; they’re involved in human traffickin’. We can’t be seen to have anythin’ to do with that shit.” Ren said quietly. Too quietly.

Knowing the man the way he did he knew the quiet voice was a forerunner of violence. The brother had a very short fuse. He didn’t blame him, not this time, as he felt the same.

Human trafficking was a filthy business only scum got involved in. He, Ren and Dive had been three of the few brothers who had voted against getting involved with the Robbers. They’d had serious reservations about having ties to them. He had classed them as scum then, and they were still scum today. The bastards going into business with the Los Rojos fuckers proved it.

They had been in the minority at the time of the vote. He had to wonder which way the vote would go today if the brothers were given the new info.

“Ren is right,” Maniac said. “We can’t be tied to them because it puts a target on the club. You can bet your ass the pigs have them under surveillance, and if they are, then we are as well. We need to cut ties, fast. That’s why I have to go to Vegas, to formally break our alliance with the motherfuckers. We’re not negotiatin’ nothin’. It’s done. And once it’s done we’ll let it be known they aren’t welcome in our territories. We’ll see to it that a little bird whispers in the ears of the pigs about us steppin’ away from them. It should get us out from under their surveillance.”

He was silent for a beat. “I hope.”

“Fuck.” It burst from his mouth before he could silence himself.

“Yeah, brother, exactly.” Grave agreed.

“Do we know how many of the fuckers are goin’ to be at the meet?”

Lucky was mentally making a list of the brothers he wanted on the run. He wanted brothers with fighting experience, not the ones who were untried.

“Jonno limited them to 10 members at the meet, includin’ officers. His excuse was limited accommodation. We know the bastards will bring men in from their other chapters and keepin’ them close for support if they need it. Your idea of the campground is solid. Call Suzy and set it up. Book it out. No one else but us, and maybe the Devils, will be allowed entrance. I’ll let Jonno know as soon as you have confirmation.” Maniac ordered.

Dragging out his phone Lucky sent a quick text and almost instantly got an answer back. Shutting his phone down he slid it back into his kutte pocket.

“It’s done. It’s ours for as long as we need it.”

“Good. I’ll reach out to Demon in Portland and let him know it’s been booked and they’re welcome to share with us.” Grave made a note in the little black book he always carried in his pocket.

“It means he can bring more brothers to Vegas.” He said as he wrote.

“Have you decided who’s goin’ on the run, Prez?” Lucky was very interested to hear his selection.

“We’ve just been discussin’ it. Grave and Ren are stayin’. We’ve got too much goin’ on here at the moment and can’t afford to be caught with our asses in the wind. They’ll keep an eye out once I break our alliance with the GR’s. You and Dive will take my back durin’ the meet and Breaker will be your back up. We’ll finalise who’s goin’ on the run durin’ the officers meetin’ tomorrow mornin’.”

Lucky nodded slowly, his mind already on the preparations he had to make and what they would need if everything went to shit. Something he totally expected to happen. The Robbers werenotgoing to be pleased to lose safe passage through territories held by the Wraiths and the Devils. He personally knew how difficult it was to plan a route through territories where you were less than welcome. Or territories where the dominant club refused you safe passage.

The Shadow Wraiths was the dominant club in the southern states while the Devil’s Spawn held dominant status on the west coast and in some of the northern states. It would be very difficult, if not impossible, for the Grave Robbers to run through their territories.

“We’re goin’ to have a fight on our hands when you break the alliance, Boss. Those scum suckers won’t let it go and with the cartel backin’ them we need to be fuckin’ careful. Los Rojos love blowin’ shit up to get rid of a problem.”

“I know, Lucky, believe me I know,” His boss shrugged “but we have no other option. We need to scrape ‘em off before shit hits the fan. And with the way they’re operatin’ it’s only a matter of time before the whole fuckin’ alphabet of pigs comes down on them.”

“Yeah, and we don’t need their bullshit to spread to us.” Ren growled.

“Leave it with me, Prez. I’ll make sure we have everythin’ we need on the trucks. Goin’ to take two with hidden compartments for guns and ammo and send them off before we leave. The pigs will have us on radar when we ride out, we don’t want them comin’ after us. Not when we’ve got shit to hide.” Lucky pushed up out of his chair, grabbing his map and notebook off the desk.

“Give me a run down on what you have tomorrow at church. We’ll talk it through with the brothers.” Maniac ordered, sat back in his chair and started swinging it from side to side again.

Lucky knew it was a sign they were done. With a chin lift to his VP and SAA he left.

He had a lot of work to do.

Preparations to make to assure the safety of his brothers and his prez.

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