Tanner

 

Tanner, Blade, and Tyke had all been parked at a truck stop across from the turnoff to the Roaming Wolves' clubhouse for the last couple hours. Trucks came in and trucks went out, leaving only exhaust fumes and empty bottles of caffeine pills behind to mark their passing.

 

Cam and Brendon had been picked for the shitty recruit duty, sitting up on the back road that looked down over the small compound the rival gang maintained. Up there, in the woods, on stakeout duty with a pair of binoculars and a cell phone, just waiting for Aaron to show his ugly mug. Brendon had to be with him because he was the only one, besides Tanner, that would be likely to recognize him at a distance.

 

Tyke idly picked through a bag of spicy pork rinds, wiping the orange dust on the leg of his jeans every now and then. “Think he'll come out of there sometime today?” he asked, stuffing more of the things into his mouth.

 

“Dunno,” Blade said as he rubbed the scar tissue on the back of his hand. “Wouldn't if I were him.”

 

“Lots of things you wouldn't do if you were him,” Tanner reminded him. “He thinks he can get away with this. He's cocky now, just like he was in the past, and his temper's gonna get the best of him. Mark my words.”

 

Blade shrugged. “Might be the case. I mean, he's been able to do this shit for a while now, and so he just keeps on pushing and pushing, escalating the situation.”

 

“Like a fucking rabid dog,” Tyke added.

 

Tanner nodded. And rabid dogs needed to be put down before they do more damage.

 

“Just wish he'd hurry up and do whatever it is he's meaning to do,” Tyke said.

 

“What's that ol' saying?” Blade asked. “Patience is a virtue?”

 

“Never knew Patience,” Tyke growled through a wide smile, “but I think I fucked her sister once.”

 

Tanner chuckled as his cell phone began to ring. He checked the ID, saw that the number was Brendon's.

 

“Quiet down, guys,” Tanner said as he hit answer and put the phone to his ear. “Hey, what's up?”

 

“Got a group of Wolves heading your way. Pretty sure Aaron is with them.”

 

“You sure?”

 

“About as sure as I'm gonna get from this far away with just binoculars. I recognize his bike, that's for sure.”

 

“Thanks, Brendon. We'll run 'em down.”

 

He hung upand told the other guys.

 

“Alright,” Blade said. “We pull out, tail 'em, figure out where they're going. First time they stop, we swoop in and grab Aaron.”

 

“Sounds like a plan,”

 

Tanner and Tyke saddled up and started their bikes, and Blade hopped in his pickup. If they were going to capture Aaron, they had to have somewhere to toss him so they could get him back to the warehouse.

 

They pulled up behind one of the parked semis and waited. They couldn't go until the Roaming Wolves chose their direction, left or right. Then the Blood Warriors would pull out and follow after them. Leaving any earlier, or just parking out in the open and waiting for them, would be a sure fire tip-off. And they couldn't have that.

 

Tanner sat astride his bike, listening intently to every passing car. Their tires hummed and sang as they cruised down the asphalt, the drivers' destinations known only to them. This wasn't the busiest stretch of road, but traffic was bustling enough that Tanner quickly lost track of the number of vehicles that passed by.

 

A few minutes passed before the three men were able to hear the distant rumbling of a pack of motorcycles coming up the cutoff, to the highway. They idled there for about thirty seconds, maybe picking a direction to go, maybe checking for tails, before taking off with a great roar of their engines.

 

That was their cue. Blade, Tyke, and Tanner pulled out from behind the semi and headed up to the highway. Tanner frantically looked both ways, his eyes squinting against the sun's glare. There, off in the distance, he saw them. Four bikes, disappearing into the distance. He pointed to their fading forms and shouted to his buddies.

 

The three of them took off onto the highway and opened up as they began their chase. They didn't want to get too close, but they needed to make sure their prey didn't get too far. They didn’t want to lose them, either. With Tanner in the lead, the three men trailed their rivals.

 

Tanner gritted his teeth, grinding them together, to the point where his jaw was almost sore, as they followed behind the Roaming Wolves. All the time they tailed the Wolves, they stayed a small spec on the horizon. Soon, though, the bikers pulled off at Juicy Lucy’s, the shittiest strip club in the county.

 

Tanner signaled for them to pull over at an abandoned lot a couple hundred yards away from the strip club parking lot. Tyke and Blade pulled over behind him, bringing their bike and truck to a stop in the old used car dealership.

 

“What's the plan?” Tanner yelled over his bike's idling engine.

 

“Call Brendon and Cam,” Blade said from the cab of his pickup, “and have 'em meet up with us here. They shouldn't take much longer than a couple lap dances.”

 

“Man,” Tyke said, “you ain't been to Juicy Lucy’s in a while. They play those songs damn near double-time now.”

 

Blade laughed. “Alright, three lap dances. You happy?”

 

“More like four,” Tyke said, laughing. “Dunno how you'd be able to stand that with these day-dancers, though. Not unless they were pouring that whiskey with a pretty free hand.”

 

Tanner's hands tightened on the grips of his bike. “Hey!” he barked. “Come on, focus here, guys! Quit messing around!”

 

Blade's face went sober at the admonishment. “Nah, you're right. We gotta keep our head in the game, here. Tanner, call the boys and let's get this show on the road.”

 

Tanner pulled out his phone and called his brother back. He told them where they were, and said they'd be waiting for them before they moved in on Aaron.

 

“Alright,” Blade said. “Now, we begin the sitzkrieg.”

 

“What the hell's that?” Tyke asked.

 

“Ain't you ever read a goddamned book?” Blade asked him. “It's what the French called the war before the Germans invaded, when they were just sitting on their asses.”

 

“Calm before the storm,” Tanner said, nodding.

 

“Hurry up and wait,” Tyke said, his face somber again. “The Army credo.”

 

They didn't have to wait long, though. Not ten minutes later, Cam and Brendon came roaring up on their bikes.

 

“Y'all ready to do this?” Brendon asked as he pulled up beside them.

 

“Born ready,” Tyke said, clasping hands with Tanner's brother.

 

“Well, let's go, then,” Blade barked as he started up his old pickup “Get this show on the road.”

 

The five men pulled back out onto the highway, with Blade's old truck leading the way as they motorcaded the short distance down to the shitty little strip club. When they pulled in, the parking lot was nearly empty. Just a handful of cars were scattered across the gravel lot, with four motorcycles parked near the entrance.

 

“One of those his bike?” Tanner asked his brother as the Blood Warriors drew up and killed their engines.

 

“That's it,” Brendon replied, pointing to a chopper with flames and skulls airbrushed down the side of its fuel tank. “Recognize those skulls anywhere.”

 

They swung their legs over the bikes and Blade hopped down from the pickup. All five men steeled themselves for the coming fight. It was going to be bad, it was going to be vicious. It was going to be bloody.

 

Tanner turned to his brother and slapped a hand down on his shoulder. “You got this?”

 

Brendon returned the gesture, slapping both hands down on Tanner's shoulders as he leveled his gaze on his brother and looked back with the same intensity. “You know I fucking got this. I want that motherfucker just as bad as you for what he did to me.”

 

Tanner nodded, satisfied that his head was in the game, too.

 

“This is for our family,” Tanner said. “This is for the Rainier, not just the Blood Warriors. Fuck this guy.”

 

“Right. Fuck 'em.”

 

Tyke stepped up beside them. “If you ladies are done with your pep rally, we'd like to go inside.”

 

Tanner turned to him. “You just wanna see all those strippers,” he said, laughing despite the seriousness of the situation.

 

Tyke faked personal injury, touching his chest over his heart like Tanner had just brutally stabbed him with his words. “I can't believe you'd make that sound like a bad thing, Tanner. You know I've always been supportive of single mothers everywhere.”

 

“Haha,” Blade said as he came up. “Let's get this thing over and done with. Remember, we spot Aaron, we grab him, we drag him out. We persuade the bouncers and security not to intervene. Got it?”

 

They all agreed. “I got the bouncer,” Tyke said. “It's Thursday. I know a guy.”

 

“Good,” Tanner said, then turned to lead the way.

 

They pushed through the double doors, and the sound washed over them like a tsunami. Fast new rock, Linken Park Tanner thought, was playing at a crazed speed. They really did crank up the tempo on these, he realized, as they pushed through the second set of double doors and stepped into the dark, red-lit strip club.

 

A girl danced on stage under blue and red lights, her body swaying, thrusting, and grinding to the beat, but Tanner ignored her and swept his eyes across the sparsely crowded club. There, off to the left of the stage. He saw them, four vest-wearing Roaming Wolves with two girls at their table. Or, rather, the girls were on their laps moving to the music, as they sat at the table.

 

Behind him, Tyke was slipping money to the bouncer and telling him to ignore the show that was about to start. He slipped the security guy a c-note and patted him on the back. As soon as he was done, the five of them began to make their way through the tables to the back of the bar, their feet sticking to the club floor with each step. Brendon picked up his pace and came up beside Tanner, wanting to be the first into the fray alongside his brother when the time came to drag Aaron out of the seedy strip club.

 

Tanner peered ahead through the dim, smoky club, trying to get a better look at the Wolves seated at that back table. He couldn't exactly tell if Aaron was with them or not. But, at this distance, and in this lighting, none of the guys seated there matched his build.

 

Blue and red strobe lights flashed around them, and the DJ came over the speaker as the song ended. “Everybody give it up for Candy,” he said, really driving home that iconic DJ strip-club voice. “Give her a chance and she'll dance right into your hearts, guys. Up next we've got Moxy on the center stage, with her premiere dance. Everyone, let's welcome Moxy on her first day at Baby Doll's.”

 

Tanner didn't glance towards Moxy, or the center stage as an old AC/DC song started up. He had a mild pang of regret that he and his MC brothers were about to put on more of a show than she ever would in this shithole dive.

 

He stepped closer, finally close enough to get a good look at all the guys seated around the side table.

 

Brendon stepped up beside him, too. Tanner could feel him going over the guys with his eyes, also.

 

As the two girls who'd just been dancing and grinding on their laps got up and left, the four Roaming Wolves swiveled their heads to meet the eyes of the Blood Warriors. All of them looked perplexed to see their rivals advancing like they were.

 

Tanner looked over the faces of the quartet, his eyes flickering to each, realization slowly dawning on him. He shook his head. No, it couldn't be.

 

From beside him, Brendon touched his arm and got in close. “He's not here, man!” he yelled over the sound of the sped-up, “You Shook Me All Night Long.”

 

Tanner glanced from the four Wolves to his brother, then back again. He was right. Aaron wasn't here. He balled up his hands into fists of rage, clenching and unclenching till his knuckles popped under the strain. Motherfucker had tricked them like it was nothing! Again!

 

He whirled back to the others and shook his head, eyes lit like a bonfire. “He's not fucking here!” he screamed.

 

“What?” Blade yelled back over the music, his hand cupped to his ear.

 

He didn't need to start a fight here, not over nothing. And, if they stuck around, that's exactly what was going to happen. Tanner shook his head and pushed through the confused men, making a beeline back to the front door and out into the afternoon sun.

 

The light blinded him for a moment, stunning him. He shook off his confusion, walking over to their bikes, half-dazed with the change in light and his own rage building up inside him.

 

Brendon was so close on his heels that he caught the double doors before they could slam behind Tanner.

 

“He fucking tricked us!” Tanner yelled as he climbed onto his bike.

 

“Who?” Blade yelled as he came out.

 

Tanner started up his bike. “That motherfucker Aaron!”

 

“He must have given his bike to one of the guys to ride for the day,” Brendon sputtered through his anger and confusion. “I know that's his bike!”

 

“Doesn't matter if it is or not,” Tanner boomed over the grumbling of his bike's engine. “Cause he ain't fucking here!” He took off, throwing rocks and gravel everywhere, and high-tailed it out of the parking lot.

 

Aaron might not have been at Juicy Lucy’s, like they'd thought. But now he had a pretty good idea of where he was.