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“Okay, Pres,” I reply and shuffle a little in my seat thinking of the ride I’m going to enjoy.
“Next business. Aspen has finished the acid pit. We have a mechanical cover that slides into place. It lifts some before it slides because Aspen had the cover made so that it houses grass. That way, when it’s closed, you cannot tell where it is. Unless you know where it is of course,” Pres seems proud of Aspen the way he is talking, and I’m sure if anything goes wrong, she’ll be back to fix it.
“Has Aspen got a new job, Pres?” Brewer asks.
“Yeah. She had the offer before she came here but told them she couldn’t do anything until she’d finished her current job. Bull, I’m coming over to the office because I want to meet the guys you mentioned before they get their hands on our system.”
“Okay, Pres. I’ll send you a message when they are due,” Bull rubs the back of his neck, and that’s his nervous tell when he doesn’t want an audience to whatever he’s doing. I don’t hold back my smirk, and he gives me an evil look, but it doesn’t faze me at all.
Pres seems satisfied with his response, and follows it with, “Okay, fuck off all of you and get to work.”
Walking through the common room, I come to a stuttering stop when I see a large German Shepherd puppy. Mainly black with a little tan on its cheeks, long-haired, and the waggliest ears I’ve seen in a long time. Rory is sitting with the pup on her knee, and she looks like a proud mother.
“You never said Rory got herself a puppy, Truck?” I elbow him as he tries to pass me, but I beat him to it and pick up the puppy from Rory who is giggling at my antics.
“Oh, you are a beautiful baby, aren’t you? Yes, you are.” I get my face washed vigorously, and I don’t give a shit.
Tread pushes me and grabs the pup, getting himself a face wash. “What have you called him?” He asks amid a splutter when the pup's tongue enters his mouth as he speaks. We all laugh when he gags the second time it happens, and he pushes the pup back at Rory who grabs the pup amid her giggles.
Rory smiles as she answers the question, “Ahad. It’s Persian and means, the only one of its kind.”
“That’s a nice name, Rory. Different, and yeah, I think everything is a one-off. We are all unique.”
Demon laughs. “Except identical twins, that is.”
“Aw, fuck, shut it, Demon,” I snap as I shake my head. “I’m heading out and I’ll catch you later, Rory.” I don’t waste time. I run up to my room, grab my bedroll and Go Bag that we all have on hand in case of emergencies and make my way to my hog.
Before I ride out of the compound, I send a message to Rides for the directions I need to take. He only takes a few minutes to respond, and I get out of the compound and on the road because I’ve a lot of miles to cover before I reach Rides.
****
Four days later.
“Rides, what are you seeing?” I ask as I strain my eyes to see what he’s looking at. Mind you, he has binoculars, which I’m going to grab any minute if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up and reply.
“They are packing their bikes. Looks like they may be on the move again.”
I snatch the binos from Rides and take a long, hard look at what is happening. I watch for probably ten minutes before I look at Rides. “I don’t think they are leaving, Rides. There’s a woman coming out of the warehouse with what could be the President. She’s not like the other women, she is confident. Oh. There you go she’s kissing the asshole, so she’s not unwillingly with them.” I pass the binoculars back to Rides who quickly looks through them.
“You’re right, she’s definitely his woman. Some are packing their bikes, others are not. It looks like they are breaking up. Maybe some are going to look for somewhere to go next while the others hang out here for a while?” Rides looks at me and I nod agreement.
“What do you want to do Rides? You are the main man here, I’m just following. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to split up. We either follow those that leave or wait here until they come back,” I suggest and wait for Rides decision.
Rides turns his back to a tree trunk and lays the binoculars on the ground. “We wait here and watch what is going on. It looks like the President is staying here, so we'll stay too. If he leaves, we leave and follow at a safe distance.”
Nodding at Rides. “Okay, I’m good with that. Have they seen you around?”
“Yeah, but not with my cut. I’ve not worn it since I’ve been here. They won’t associate me with an MC. You, however, stay out of sight. You’ll be our ace we are holding. As long as they think I’m alone, you’ll be our secret weapon.” Rides gives me a look that tells me no argument is going to happen. I must admit I agree with his reasoning, so I’m good to hang back and watch his back. I’m also good to strike if and when needed.
Three days later, I’m sick of sleeping rough. I need a shower and a hot meal. The meals Rides brings me are okay, but they are cold sandwiches, granola bars, and cans of soda. Not what you would call fulfilling meals.
“I’ve been going to a diner, and I asked the owner if she would make meals to take out. Told her I had a sick friend,” Rides smirks at his own comment, and I roll my eyes and shake my head at him. He continues after grunting a little laugh. “She said she would, and I’ll bring you something later tonight. Have you seen any movement at all?”
Now, I’ve been stuck in this position for three days and my eyes are tired of watching the shit these fuckers get up to through the binos. “It would be appreciated, Rides. My gut isn’t going to want much more of the shit I’ve been giving it.”
“What’s that woman doing?” Rides asks, and I spin around and lift the binoculars to look at where he’s pointing.
“Shit, she’s spying on them. She had best not get caught because I’m not sure Rides, that all them women are there because they want to be. I’ve watched them being passed around like club whores. The reactions they’ve given are not what you would expect to see. I honestly think they are grabbing women off the street. The trouble is, with only two of us, we can do nothing about it. Fuck, she’s gonna be seen,” I snarl right before Rides heads to where the woman is hiding.
