Nate
Waiting at our meeting spot, I check the time and let out a low growl. This is the last place I want to be. My girl is at home, yet I’m here. Doing a deal that goes against everything I believe in for this club.
“He’s late,” Zane mutters as he paces back and forth in front of me. My men are restless and these deals are always huge risks.
“Chill. He’ll be here.”
The sound of engines approaching puts us on high alert. I step up from my rest position against the bike. My men gather around, watching as the SUV and truck drive down the track, stopping just in front of us.
Brax jumps out of his SUV, stepping over to me and offers me his hand. “Hey, man.”
Taking his hand I pull him in for a man hug. “Good to see you.”
“How’s Tara?” he asks and I look over his shoulder, watching as my men unload the crates from the truck and work at loading it into ours.
“Ah, man, I dunno. Putting on a brave face I guess. We need to catch up.” I flick my eyes between the men and back at Brax. “You know, privately.”
“My door is always open. Looks like something is bugging you, what is it, man?” His hand resting on my shoulder, he leads us away from the guys, out of earshot.
“Brewer, man. That cocksucker really knows how to push his luck.”
“Gotta take care of him.”
“Doesn’t look like it’s that easy.”
Tilting his head, his eyes narrow on me. “How so?”
“Not here,” I reply in a low voice. “Let’s get tonight done and then I’ll fill you in.” I turn and make my way over to the truck. Stepping inside, I grab the duffle bag with the cash.
“I think this is yours.” Handing him the bag he peers inside, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.
He takes it, turning and handing it to one of his henchmen. “Thanks, man. Gonna miss working with your crazy ass.”
“Well, you’ll inherit Brewer. If you thought I was crazy, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“Jesus Christ. What have I let you talk me into?”
“Just meet with them, Hunter too. You’ll see it, man. You’ll see that Hunter is your guy. I just gotta make sure the switch in leadership happens.”
“If anyone can, you can.” His hand lands heavily on my back before he turns making his way back to his SUV. “I’ll call you tomorrow. We’ll arrange this meeting. But Hunter has to be there. I want to see the man I’ll be dealing with, not the placebo.”
“Sure, I’ll make it happen,” I reply with a huge grin plastered across my face. Because this whole plan can’t go ahead unless I have him on board.
The engine of the SUV flares to life and the lights shine bright in the dark evening. The wheels churn against the ground beneath them as he pulls away, his other men following the lead.
I step over to my men. “All good?” I ask with a tip of my chin.
“Yeah, man,” Zane replies, clasping his hands together. “You should go, we got this, brother.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We’ll take it to the barn out by Chester's place, just like we agreed.”
“The old man’s expecting the drop-off, right?”
“Yeah, Davo just called ahead. Everything is in place, brother.” A heavy slap meets the top of my arm as Zane reassures me.
“Good.” I dart out my tongue and wet my dry lips. My father had been running this drug deal for a long time, but it never gets any easier. With each run, the risk increases.
“Go,” he demands with a throaty chuckle. “I’ll handle this, brother.” I stare at my VP and feel thankful to have such a loyal guy by my side.
“Thanks, man.” Heading over to the bike, I mount it, sliding the helmet on and bringing the engine to life.
“Give my love to Tara,” he shouts over the engine noise and flashes me a wink.
“Oh, I will.” I laugh as I head away from our meeting place and home to my girl. My Tara.