Ghost

We sent a couple of the guys ahead of us to scope out the area where we are meeting Emilio Martinez. We’ve been told all is clear and ready for us to arrive. We aren’t stupid, we have guys stationed at different areas around the perimeter. Better safe than sorry, we’ve made a lot of mistakes in the past. We learned from those and take precautions for everything we do that may or may not lead to any type of violence. The lives of our brothers and ourselves is of upmost importance for our families and for the survival of our club.

We left Levi and Carson behind to stay with the women, so that they and the club aren’t left vulnerable, should anyone take advantage of the fact that we’re an hour away. We haven’t had any issues lately and don’t perceive any while we’re away, but in our lifestyle, you never know what may lie ahead. With half of our club gone and starting up a new charter, we needed all of our men with us, which only left us with two to stand guard in our absence. I don’t like it, but what is there to do, we have a meeting that requires as much protection for our President and VP that we can deliver. Leaving Carson and Levi was a stretch as it was and Justice isn’t at one hundred percent yet from his injuries he received last year. I mean fuck, he just literally got home from rehab.

It was a long hard road for my friend, I’m just happy he is up and about on his own two feet. There for a while, no one knew if he’d ever walk again, not to mention ever ride his bike again. I know he is still struggling some and is in pain more than not, but you’d never know it by looking at his face, that is unless you know him as well as we do. At five o’clock on the dot we pull up to the abandoned warehouse we are meeting at. When we pull up, I notice two black SUVs with black out windows. I wonder if we’ll be evenly matched if something comes up.

Five men exit the first vehicle and do a quick perimeter check. Happy with what they see, two of the men go to the other vehicle and open up the back-passenger door. Out steps who I assume is Emilio and three other men with him. They are all surrounding him, guess he doesn’t trust us either. Can’t say I blame him since there are a few of us that are playing our own brand of security. Little do they know that our guys will take them out if they make one wrong move. This isn’t like the fight we took to Cordozo’s home though, this has been planned out. We aren’t here on an emergency rescue mission, we are ready for anything they may throw our way.

Wasp and Tic get off of their bikes and we follow their lead. They give us a sign to hold back as they walk up to Emilio. Justice and I follow at a safe distance, not wanting to not follow orders, but it’s our job to be close by in case of trouble. We hang back just enough not to be perceived as a threat, but not far enough away to not hear what’s being said.

“Mr. Martinez,” Wasp says holding out his hand. “I’m Wasp, President of the Rage Ryders MC. This here is my VP, Tic, we’re here for a meeting scheduled with you by Sniper.”

“Yes, Mr. Wasp, I am Emilio Martinez and it is a pleasure to meet yours and your men’s acquaintance,” he says with his head held high, like he’s better than us. I hear Justice huff out a ‘smug bastard’ and then a chuckle. I don’t think it was a humorous laugh however, I think it’s more of an ‘oh shit, what have I gotten myself into’ type of laugh. He, however, has caught the attention of Emilio with his antics.

“And who might you be?” Emilio asks, directing his question Justice’s way. Justice squares his shoulders, showing no remorse or fear of him. Instantly on guard since I have no clue if Emilio will see this as disrespectful, I decide I need to keep a closer eye on my friend.

“My name is Justice, Mr. Martinez. I am an officer, more of an enforcer with the Rage Ryders and I am to be your future son-in-law.”

“I see,” Emilio says, “We must get to know each other then, Justice, enforcer for the Rage Ryders MC. I look forward to having a conversation with you after our meeting today.” And just like that he turns his back and dismisses Justice as if he has no importance here. I feel very sorry for my friend, when I see what the head of the family is like that he’s being married into. I don’t know if he’ll be able to hold his tongue and show this man any respect, let alone sit at a table for a family dinner. I don’t think Emilio realizes yet just what it is he signed up for when he made this deal. I do hope, however, that I get invited to one of their family gatherings. I’d love to see my friend in his element.

“Let’s go inside and have a seat, shall we?” Emilio asks Wasp and Tic, while using his hands in the direction he wishes for them to go. Justice and I fall into step with them when they all go to head inside the doors. There’s no way in hell my Prez and VP will be going in there blind and unprotected.