Tomb huffed a sort of laugh, pulling the sheepskin jacket up by his ears. It was cold enough to snow, but as yet, Utah had dropped none of the white stuff on them. Splice was grateful; he hated having to cabin up his motorcycle and to use the truck.
“You love punching people.” His buddy replied.
“I got bored with listening to his excuses. We all have places to be. I don’t have time to listen to his gums flapping with lies.”
It wasn’t somewhere Splice needed to go, but he had a ten p.m. habit he never broke, and he was already late. He was so sick of everyone else screwing up that he just straight-up punched the port guy.
“He soon got his safe open and miraculously found the payment after you punched him.” Added Diamond.
Splice grunted, fishing in his pocket. He found a cinnamon-flavored candy and popped it into his mouth as soon as he unwrapped it.
“Don’t you have any brownies?” he asked Diamond, their resident baker extraordinaire.
The other two laughed as they covered the space to their parked bikes. The port was lit up for deliveries arriving in Utah from all over the world.
Tonight had been about getting things moving again so the Diablos’ import business could run smoothly with the Ireland-born Murphys.
Now that he’d gotten out his aggression, Splice was jonesing for a sugar fix. One hard candy was not gonna cut it.
“Not on me,” Diamond scoffed.
“You need to carry them. For emergencies.”
“I usually shadow Axel. And the Prez has never needed emergency brownies.”
“You’re goddamn out of order.” He grunted, absolutely meaning it.
Their bikes were parked in a line. Tomb climbed on his first, pulling on leather gloves. “The fuck has you in a bad mood tonight?”
“I’m late.” He followed suit and rumbled his bike to life, feeling the thrum underneath him.
“For your period? It shows.” Smirked Tomb. “I’m gonna meet up with Brogan Murphy.” He was their Irish contact for the prescription drug imports. The Murphys’ expanded Canadian imports, combined with their connection to Rider, Prez of the Renegade Souls MC, meant Splice’s club could now distribute drugs throughout the States, offering cheaper medication to people priced out of the healthcare system.
Something illegal for the right reasons? Maybe there was an altruistic medal in that somewhere, he mused with a smirk.
“Catch you later.”
“Nina wants you to come to dinner tomorrow night.”
“Why? Does she have a bone to pick with me?”
Tomb smirked. He’d be on Team Nina if she did. Disloyal bastard. “Not that I know of.”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ve gotta be somewhere at ten, though.”
Tomb rode off, leaving Diamond and Splice.
“I notice you don’t hang around the club much these days, brother. Something going on with you?” probed Diamond.
“I notice I’m not getting cookies or cake anymore.” He countered.
“Whatever woman you’re chasing, ask her to bake for you.” Diamond fired back. A smirk on his face. “What did Mouse say she was called? Lily? Nah, Lisa, right?”
“Mouse talks too much. I’ll punch his teeth out.”
“So, you are chasing this woman?”
There was very little chasing, since he hadn’t seen Lisa face-to-face since the last time. They spoke on the phone every night at around 10 p.m. for the past few weeks, and he was determined to make tonight’s call.
