“You and Night along with Zeus and the other Nomads.”
“We bringing the stuff back here, or do you have another spot for it?”
“Drop it off at the farm. Ripper and his boys will be along for the ride.”
“You’re not worried about them seeing the pig farm?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, if they do patch over, they’ll know about it eventually. He’s extended a lot of trust our way, so it’s time I do the same. Besides, if they betray us, we’ll kill them and feed them to the pigs out there anyhow. Better they learn that detail about us now.”
I chuckle, wearing a grin. Viking has always been completely ruthless. I’m glad that over the years, and with an ol’ lady on his arm, it hasn’t caused him to grow soft. “All right, I’ll call you with an update when I have one.”
He nods as the club door opens, and greetings are yelled from the brothers. “Zeus must finally be here.” He’s missed him, I can see it, even if Prez tends to hide his emotions well. We head for the bar to find the brothers giving man hugs and slapping backs.
Nightmare wears a wide grin. “Fucker! About time you came home!”
“Yeah, yeah. Quit yer’ bitchin’!” he booms right back, and a smile brightens my face. Zeus was with Viking and Exterminator when they first found me. He’s an intimidating fucker like the rest of them.
“Get over here, boy!” He barks at Viking, and rather than hug him, Vike socks him in the stomach. Zeus sputters, then his booming laugh echoes through the clubhouse. “Cocky fucker,” he mutters, standing to his full height. He and Viking lean in, slapping backs and grumbling to each other while they man hug.
“Good to see you, brother,” I greet as soon as Viking steps aside.
“Finally looking like a man and not a preppy-ass football star on an expensive bike,” he razzes, making everyone laugh as well as myself. He gave me shit back then, but it worked in pulling me out of the self-destructive shell I’d been spiraling down.
“And you’re looking more like fucking Sasquatch,” I return, and his face lights up in surprise. He laughs, accepting my welcoming hug.
“All right, let’s go for a ride and handle some shit. I can’t wait to get back and shoot the shit with you fuckers.”
Viking chin lifts toward the door with a silent order, and Nightmare, Zeus, and I head out.
We’re parked along the highway up aways. We are still within eyesight of Ripper and his club getting the semi and the few riders to pull off onto the side of the road. It’s the middle of the week, so the roads aren’t too busy right now. I set my binoculars down, glancing at Nightmare. “You see them?” I ask, and he confirms, keeping his binoculars pinned to his eyes.
“The plan worked like a fucking charm. They were dumb enough to stop, seeing Ripper and his club in the same cuts. Amateurs. You never stop when you’re on transport. It’d have to be Viking himself to get me to pull the fuck over,” he growls with a shake of his head, and I agree.
The Nomad’s bikes thunder to life as they take off toward the RBMC members. I grab my binoculars again, gluing them to my face as I eagerly watch what happens. The Nomads rolling up distract the other RBMC riders enough for Ripper, Blow, Angel, Powerhouse, and Plague to overtake them. They yank the group off their bikes and make them kneel on the side of the road. Plague zip ties their hands behind their backs as the Nomads crack open the back of the truck.
Blow and Powerhouse drag the driver out of the truck, and Plague hurries to zip tie his hands behind his back as well. They leave the driver with the other RBMC bikers. I scan across the group as our phones light up with a text. Nightmare and I dig out our phones.
“That’s the signal,” he mutters and starts the truck. Gravel flings behind us as he slams down the gas to enter the highway. We turn off on the next exit and loop around to come up behind the group of bikers. It all had to happen on this stretch of highway so the cops would look the other way.
We quickly pull off on the side of the road again and wait while Powerhouse, Angel, and Zeus toss the three zip-tied men into the back of Scot’s truck. I’m betting Exterminator and Nightmare will have some fun with them when we come to a stop. This has dumpster fire written all over it.
I hop into the semi-truck, my nose curling up in disgust at the smell of rotten food and chew. The cab is a total shithole. No doubt they found the grossest motherfucker to roll over and transport whatever they could get their hands on. I lower the windows to catch the breeze, and my club pulls out in front of me. The RBs follow behind.
Hitting the next exit, we pull up behind an old, abandoned gas station. It’s been deserted for years and is a spot we’ve used in the past. Placing the semi into park, I shut off the engine. I use a rag covered in grease—at least that’s what I hope is on it—to wipe down everything I touched to get rid of my prints and climb out as they open the back doors again. The truck is stacked up with a decent-size load. We work together to download several of the boxes into the bed of Scot’s truck.
“Fucking cereal? What kind of shit is this?” Night grumbles, and I chuckle, thinking the same thing.
Exterminator cocks a brow and fills us in. “It’s what’s inside the cereal that matters.”
“People are moving product through cereal boxes now? They’ll do anything it seems to transport shit.”
Spider steps beside me. “That’s not the craziest I’ve seen either. We’ve been coming across bitches with implants.”
“Fake tits?” I ask to clarify.
He nods. “Yep, but they’re full of drugs. One of them exploded inside a chick, and she died. Cartel’s been busy bribing doctors to remove the drugs once they’re in the states.”
“Fuck,” I reply as my mouth drops open in shock.
Ex turns to Ripper. “This is your intel, you want to do the honors?” He nods toward the three captives as they’re rolling around on the dirt, shit-talking out their asses. “We’ve been ignoring them since they were yanked out of Scot’s truck, and it’s only served to irritate them more.”
He shakes his head. “Normally, I’d be all about doling out consequences, but until things change, I’m still wearing the same patch.”
Exterminator huffs. “Figured as much. I’ll do you a solid and handle it, but you owe me.”
Ripper glares, used to being prez and calling the shots. “Fine,” he grits out eventually.
“Follow my brothers to the farm, we’ll catch up.”
“You gonna light up the truck?” I ask the group.
Spider nods. “Yeah, the chop shop’s only taking luxury vehicles and imports right now. Or anything with a specific chip in it. It’s not worth the risk of dragging this big fucker over there and being turned away.”
Exterminator rubs his hands together, and I know the brother is already picturing it burning. My brothers are crazy motherfuckers, but I’d never choose another group to have my back. We all have our flaws, some more than others, but our loyalty runs deep. I nod as Nightmare and I do a quick fist bump with the brothers.
“See you fuckers in a few,” Night grumbles.
“Ride easy.” I follow his words with my own as we climb back into Scot’s truck that’s now loaded down with a shit-ton of cereal boxes full of narcotics and God knows what else. Nightmare sets his Glock in the cup holder beside him, and I hold mine in my lap. We have to remain vigilant—you never know if someone else is keeping tabs and planning to pull a fast one like we just did.