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Mountain nodded, put his helmet on, then started his bike. He was ready for this trip with his brothers. Two men newly married and starting a life. Freaky and Hack both needed their cut for their families. Freaky had a baby on the way and something told Mountain, Hack would be following suit. Either way, he had the extra mouth with Rose and they were wanting to take one the new properties on in the spring. With the guns stowed away in a van, Ax was driving the cage with them on guard duty.
Freaky and Hack nodded and they all pulled out with Ax following. Heading toward the meeting place with the Blood Sports, he’d take rear duty and keep his focus on being followed.
Mountain’s gloved hands stayed warm and he’d upgraded to heated handlebars on his bike. With riding half the winter, he had everything set up to keep himself comfortable.
After the long ride, they finally pulled into the meeting place and Mountain saw several Blood Sports were already there.
Spike and Badger, their President, were sitting at the head of the group of a dozen bikers. Mountain was surprised to see their President. Now he wondered if Red shouldn’t have come. This was official now, they were doing business with the other club. But he’d noticed in meetings there seemed to be a clear line between who was willing to cross this line and who wasn’t. While Red supported the men, he wasn’t exactly moving to ride along.
Something in his gut told him this was going to be a bad day and he couldn’t shake the feeling. But they all were walking a line. The Blood Sports had moved into their area. Keeping them on one side and out of Turnabout Creek meant playing nice. Where the Roadkillers had gone wrong were the drugs. A line the Steels refused to cross. Too many lives ruined, even ones now on the compound. Keeping the relative peace with a newly formed club gave them a slight upper hand. Unfortunately, like any young child the Blood Sports daddy was holding on to the back of their bikes, so they didn’t tip without training wheels.
Hack and Freaky parked, while Ax made sure to angle the van toward the road and Mountain parked by the van’s bumper, like drawing a line in the sand.
Hack and Freaky dismounted, walking as if there was little question about who was in charge and he followed suit to approach the Blood Sports.
“Badger, it’s good to see you again.” Hack was pressing his hands together as if he were stretching the leather of his gloves.
“Hack, it’s a pleasure. I’m surprised Red didn’t show.”
“There was no need. We got this. Freaky is our Road Captain and he has this entire trip planned out to the T.”
“Road Captain?” Badger asked.
The three Steels shared a knowing look. Were they playing dumb or really dumb? Steels had recently added the rank of Road Captain because their numbers were increasing. With rides, rescues and now the side game of running guns, they needed one man to coordinate. Especially, if multiple things were happening at once. With one call, any member could be located.
“I’m a glorified tour director,” Freaky replied. “Follow us and we’ll get us in and out without issue.”
“Okay, we’ll follow you. We’re meeting our clients in about fifteen minutes. They will meet us at the Cross Road you picked,” Badger announced.
“Let’s get to this meeting.” Hack started his bike and he nodded to Freaky and Mountain.
Freaky took the lead out of the parking lot and was quickly followed by Hack as they road side by side.
Once again, he followed Ax only now Mountain’s rearview was filled with Blood Sport riding in twos.
The sick feeling in Mountain’s gut stayed there through the entire trip to the Cross Road and he was glad it was only a fifteen minute ride. Any longer and he might be dialing up Hack and calling for them to peel off. The other transfers weren’t like this, but then again the Nevada Steels had been around and the shipment a taste of what this was. A mere pittance like setting up a bank account transfer. Tossing a few pennies in to make sure it worked before you dropped a few grand.
Maybe it was the clients. Hot shot jagg-offs trying to start a new security firm for spoiled rich assholes. Mountain had grown up with these types. They were the ones who wanted people to see their security. Know how important they were and to feel as if with a snap of their fingers, anyone could be put in their place.
Ax pulled off at the harbor about five minutes from the drop off. Mountain saw the Blood Sports behind him motion to each other, so he turned his head enough to let them know it was part of the plan. It was a safety net that Freaky had set in place. Ax was to stay with the van until they called him. Money would need to exchange hands before any weapons would be delivered.
Pulling into the parking lot for the abandoned bar once called The Cross Road, the building demolished when kids had set the place on fire, now only an outline from the walls remained as they waited. A few minutes early allowed the men to scope out the area and make sure nothing and no one was lurking.
Mountain rested, sitting on the side of bike with his legs outstretched. When Spike glanced in his direction, Mountain broadened his shoulders and adjusted the lapels of his jacket. The same ones Spike felt allowed to touch at one time.
A simple threat showing enough to make the man refocus out to the road.
Several minutes went by, the cold not helping the chill of unease he was feeling. Freaky was monitoring the clock, or Mountain hoped he was because every second felt like an hour as they waited. But right at one P.M. a large SUV pulled in and several men got out.
The fact they had AR-15’s strapped to their backs with easy access to flip and spray had the three Steels standing at attention.
Mountain touched his Glock in his shoulder harness with fifteen rounds ready just in case, but his fifteen rounds were nothing to a gun that may or may not be modified for over forty rounds a minute, hell more with the right bump stock. Even a fucking Stormtrooper could hit someone with those sons-of-bitches.
Badger and Spike got off their bikes and walked to the center of the parking lot by where he assumed the front door for the Cross Road had been.
Mountain stayed by his bike just in case. He waited, watching the deal go down.
Badger was speaking to the man that seemed to be in control from the SUV. Hands were moving as the voices carried on the wind now. “I don’t give a shit!” The man screamed at Badger.
