The two friends entered Boulder City, a few minutes before 10am on that hot, late September morning. It barely resembled Las Vegas. There was little traffic on the road and the neighborhoods were much smaller than the ones in the big city. Bruce had heard about the relocation of the charter, but he had never had the chance to ask Joe Sanders why they had decided to move from Henderson.

The workshop that Matt had been referring to stood tall between a busy market place and a shopping mall. It was well-equipped to say the least. The hangar was massive and there were more than fifteen people working on six motorcycles, as Bruce and Matt arrived. The 42-year old, 6ft tall Joe Sanders emerged from a door in the middle of the hangar. He glanced at Bruce first and then glanced at his watch. A smile appeared on his face, as he returned his gaze to Bruce.

“Always punctual.” He remarked, walking up to him and Matt.

“How are you doing, Joe?” Bruce asked, starting towards him. He was about to offer his hand for a handshake, but, much to his surprise, Joe opened his arms and hugged him. Bruce had no choice but to do the same.

“Welcome. Can’t complain.” Joe said with a grin, pushing him back. “It’s been a good year so far. I just got an Iron 883. It’s in the back yard. You want to see it?”

“Matt, go check it out.” Bruce urged, finding the distraction that he so much needed. “Me and Joe need to talk.”

“Hell, yeah.” Matt muttered.

“Come in. There’s fresh coffee.” Joe winked at Bruce, as Matt left them. The two men stepped into the narrow corridor that led to a large dining room. Bruce couldn’t help but marvel at the luxury of the place. It featured hardwood floors, three, large, black couches and two, big chandeliers were hanging on the high ceiling. There was even a bar on the right, just after the corridor exit.

“You really are doing well.” Bruce remarked, as they reached his office down the hall.

“Yeah, business is great lately.” Joe spoke in his harsh voice. “How are the two lost lambs? How’s life outside the MC? I wanted to ask Matt last night, but he had that blonde on his face.”

“It’s good.” Bruce laughed. “We struggled at first, but we’re good now.”

“Come on, Harris.” Joe smirked. “Don’t tell me you don’t miss the life. Money, free pussy anytime you like. How the hell could you say ‘no’ to that?”

“I do miss it, sometimes.” Bruce admitted. “But only when I get a call from an angry customer. You said you wanted to see us.”

“Yeah.” Joe sucked in a deep breath. “Thanks a lot for getting rid of your buddy. He’s a good kid, but he’s a little stupid. The boys in Boston miss you. Vince asked me to talk to you, see if you wanted back in.”

“They know we’re here?” Bruce squinted at Joe. “How?”

“I called Vince last night. I told him.” Joe replied. “So, what’s it going to be?”

“The answer is ‘no’, Joe. Like I said, I miss the life sometimes, but not enough to go down that road again.” Bruce grumbled. “I’m done with the MC.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that.” Joe’s smirk reappeared. “Let me sweeten the deal. I’m offering you fifty thousand dollars to join my charter. Fuck Boston.”

“I got a business in Boston, Joe.” Bruce groaned. “A legitimate business.”

“So is my workshop.” Joe shrugged his shoulders. “Come on, kid. Fifty grand is a lot of money. We’ll make a hundred times that by the end of the year if you join my crew.” He continued, leaning towards Bruce.

“How? Running guns?” Bruce scoffed. “Not interested.”

“I need muscle.” Joe confessed. “The guys you saw outside are just mechanics.”

“That’s not my problem.” Bruce was not convinced. “Look, I got something good back home. Why would I want to give it up?”

“You can do better here, Bruce.” Joe claimed. “Sell your share to Matt and join us. Think about it.”

Bruce would not admit it, but he was tempted. Not by the idea of rejoining the “Blazing Sons”, but by the idea of moving to Boulder City. It was 26 miles away from Las Vegas, much closer than Boston. However, the ugly memories that had been haunting his mind for years could not be forgotten or disregarded.

“I don’t need to think about it.” He said. “The answer is still ‘no’.”

“Your loss, son.” Joe croaked.

“Why did you move from Henderson?” Bruce inquired.

“Look around you, Harris.” Joe smiled. “It’s as quiet as a church. Henderson’s just too goddamn big. We have an understanding with the locals. We protect the city. They stay out of our business.”

“What about the cops?” Bruce had yet another question.

“They look the other way. The sheriff is on my payroll.” Joe’s grin grew even wider.

“You’re confusing me, Joe.” Bruce complained. “You seem to have things organized. What do you need me for?”

“I didn’t, until two days ago.” Joe got serious. “I got a tip from a friend at Citibank. He said they’re moving money out of Vegas on Friday afternoon. We’re talking about three armored trucks here. According to him, there could be more than fifteen million in those trucks.”

“Robbing armored trucks means…”

“Killing the security clerks, for starters.” Joe finished Bruce’s sentence. “I have the guns, but none of my crew has ever done something like this before. Vince said you have.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t kill anyone.” Bruce said. “I just stole the truck and drove it to the docks.”

“Think of it this way, kid.” Joe urged. “If you do this, you’ll never have to worry about money again. Ever. You got three days.”

Bruce was even more tempted. The idea of robbing a few armored trucks sounded very promising indeed. Part of him wanted to say “yes” right away. But, he would not speak. Deep down, Bruce knew that Joe was right. The money from a heist like that would be more than enough to last him for a lifetime. However, he also knew that such a crime would be thoroughly investigated by pretty much every law enforcement agency in the country. Whatever plan he devised had to be executed to perfection. Even if he did agree to join Joe’s crew, three days was not enough time to come up with a good plan to rob those trucks.

“Three days? I must have been dreaming.” He thought to himself. “It takes weeks to prepare this kind of stuff. Not to mention that me returning to ‘Blazing Sons’ doesn’t sound like a good idea at all. Let’s say I do. Then what? I don’t like that and I’m positive that Melissa’s not going to like it, either. What am I supposed to tell her? ‘Hey, I missed the life, I’m rejoining the MC’?” And for what? Rob an armored truck? I need to see you, Melissa. And I hope you can help me choose.”