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"How's it hangin', brother? He asked, then snorted the white powder.
"They're hangin', and I'm on my fourth shot, waiting on Heavy. He'll be here soon."
About ten minutes later, Heavy entered the VIP room with bloodshot eyes, and that mean scowl on his face when bad shit happened or was about to. I couldn't blame him for being in a shitty mood. His mother, Sheila Stone, appeared out of nowhere about a month ago and approached Dani in the parking lot of a grocery store. Sheila had left town when Heavy was just a little kid because Heavy’s dad, Trick, was abusive and would beat her many times. She feared for her life and knew someday that Trick would kill her someday. Now Sheila was living at Heavy and Dani’s house. Heavy looked like he hadn't slept since Dani had their baby. He told me there were complications during the delivery, and Dani had to stay in the hospital for a few days. Then, I had to break the news to Heavy over the phone and fill him in on the meeting I Bagger had with Nolan Reynolds at the MGM.
Heavy sat on the couch beside Bagger and rubbed both hands down his face.
"Take a bump or a few, Prez," Bagger said and handed him the vile of coke. "I did another sweep through this room and the other two. No bugs found."
Since we learned about Defcon ratting to the Feds, Heavy was paranoid about bugs or wiretaps and had our Sgt. At Arms, sweeping the Dollhouse and the Reaper Bastards clubhouse daily. Heavy became suspicious of the other club members, too. Without trust and brotherhood within the club, it can fall apart or implode from within.
What made things worse was that I left out the part about this foreign friend of Nolan's, Piotr Andrysiak, and the Valhalla Heathens MC.
"Have you heard back from Nolan yet?" Heavy asked, then snorted another bump of coke.
"No, but let's give him another day."
"That flashy suit-wearing asshole better come through for us, Wrecker. Nolan is the only card we can play and make these fed motherfuckers disappear."
"There's something else," I said, scratching my bearded chin.
Heavy arched a brow.
"We didn't tell you everything from our meeting with Nolan," Bagger said. "Since your old lady was in the hospital having your kid."
"I hate fuckin surprises! Just tell me, Wrecker!" Heavy barked.
"Nolan's got this business idea he's organized with some foreign friend of his named Piotr Andrysiak," I said. "He's flying over from the U.K."
"Why should I give a fuck about some foreign prick working with Nolan Reynolds?"
"Well, that's where it's going to get messy. This Piotr works with an MC called the Valhalla Heathens in New Orleans and they have a chapter here in Northern Virginia. They want to work with the Reaper Bastards on this big business venture. Nolan is stupid to think diamond clubs shake hands and sign contracts like mobbed-up men in suits."
"And what did you tell him?"
"I told him to go fuck himself. This is Reaper Bastards territory."
The burner phone in the pocket of my cut began to vibrate, so I pulled it out to see the number for the Prospect, who stood outside the club carding people before they entered.
"Yeah."
"Wrecker, we've got a situation at the door. Some dudes wearing patches want to speak to Heavy."
"Give me a minute, and I'll come outside," I said, then hung up.
I stood from the couch and said to Heavy, "Some dudes wearing patches are standing outside saying they want to speak to you. I'll go scare them away."
When I headed for the door, Heavy cracked his knuckles. "No. I feel like hitting something. Bring them in here, and let's see if they can hit back."
He was pumped up from the cocaine he had just snorted.
I chuckled as I walked out of the VIP room. "This is gonna be fun."
I walked outside to see two men wearing Valhalla Heathens MC cuts. I approached the taller one and stared him down. At first glance, I didn't think I could take him down since he was bigger than me, but we were the same height. Then I noticed the Prez patch on his cut and a patch underneath it with the name Whiskey.
"So, you're the Prez," I said. "That MGM Kingpin, Nolan, told me about your club. This might not be the right time or place to speak with Heavy. Fair warning."
"This is just a friendly introduction, that's all." Whiskey replied with a grin.
