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I waited until I was certain she was fast asleep before I raced to the armory, to steal a couple of guns and be back in bed before she noticed I was gone. It was not the most coordinated landing, but at least I was quiet enough not to bring any attention to this act of robbery.
I stuffed a couple of semi-automatic guns in my waistband and rested the 270-millimeter Winchester rifle against the wall until it was time for me to go back to the hotel.
As if I struck gold, I found a discarded back holster, as well as a side holster. My goal was to always be armed. We did not know what we were going to ride into, but there was no way I was going to take chances. It was better to have too many firearms than not enough.
Of course, what good was a gun without ammunition? I stuffed boxes of bullets down the front of my jeans. It was uncomfortable, but they wouldn’t be stashed there for long. It would have been a good idea to put my coat on before I came here; however, this had to be done quickly, and I didn't think to bundle up.
I slipped on the holsters and placed the weapons in their respective places. I was ready for mayhem—for Levi, not me, and certainly not the cops. Closing my eyes, I stood next to my bike and quickly stashed the weapons in the empty saddle bag.
“No fucking way,” I heard a familiar voice behind me. “Grimes? Jensen Grimes?” I turned slowly to see one prospect from the Chrome Poppies. Great! I was fucked. I knew this guy would run and tell Levi Shields.
I couldn’t remember his name; I was bad at remembering names. However, that wasn’t as important as thinking I was for sure a dead man. “Dude?” I called out with outstretched arms and feigned excitement to see him.
“We were wondering where you’ve been, bro. The guys are talking.” The prospect said. “How have you been?”
Thoughts of how to get out of this ran through my head. I had to think of an excuse. I wasn’t tired; I didn’t sleep, but I didn’t want to leave Emilie too long by herself. “Hey, can we catch up later? I’ve been on the road all day and I’m exhausted. It’s a long trip to Killeen.” As if I was going to tell this piece of shit I was heading to Northern California.
“Yeah, no prob. So, we’ll see you when you come back from your vacation?”
I arched a brow, thinking either Levi hadn’t been to headquarters, or he said nothing to the men who didn’t matter to him.
“Yeah, yeah, you will. Have a good night!” I waited until he and the other man he was with rode off on their bikes. I couldn’t hear their conversation, nor did I care to.
The moment they were completely gone, I closed my eyes and arrived back in the room. Emilie was still fast asleep, holding Pink Bunny tightly. I gave myself a pat on the back, celebrating that my plan worked perfectly. Yet, I knew the celebration would be cut short once Levi got wind that I was still alive.
NINE
LEVI
The abandoned Kennedy Auto Parts warehouse acted as the Chrome Poppies headquarters. After hours meant it was a time to shoot back some beer chasers with the men who didn’t have old ladies to go home to or those who used every excuse not to go home.
Why would they want to?
What was more fun? Getting drunk with the guys or getting nagged at by some old lady who wouldn’t think to give a blow job as an apology for being such a bitch.
I’ve been called on the carpet because of my lack of respect for the female species, which was complete bullshit. I loved my late wife with every fiber of my being. I had no respect for these club bunnies, whose only purpose was to distract my men. The whores had the ability to lure the members in with sex, drugs and whatever else. These women tried to get their claws into me, and I wasn’t having it, unless I was the one demanded their services.
After my wife’s death, I grew to hate about everything, and the members’ opinions didn’t mean squat.
While in the middle of my private pity party, the door slammed open and two of the prospects, Bernie, and Steven, burst in, announcing, “You better have saved some beer for us.” He opened the lid to the cooler and yelled, “Score!”
I watched with great disinterest as Bernie removed the cap with his teeth. It’s his mouth, not mine. I wasn’t about to sacrifice my perfect set of chops to show off. He sat next to me, taking a long swig of his beer before he wiped the excess liquid from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“How did you become a prospect here?” I grumbled.
He smacked my injured leg, paying no mind as I winced, biting my tongue from screaming out.
“Dude? Really? I’m Ralphie’s boy.”
As if being the son of one of my members was going to lift the looming cloud over my head and shoot rainbows out of my ears. “You're nobody and you’re drinking my beer. So if you can’t act civilized then you can get the fuck out of my warehouse.”
“You will not believe who Steven and I saw tonight.” Bernie announced and chuckled, “He was at the Summit, making his way to Texas.”
I glared in his direction, “Who are you talking about?” I asked as I shot back my fourth shot of whiskey.
“Jensen Grimes. Dude is so fucking cool.”
The liquid I choked on burned the back of my throat.Did I hear this right?Jensen Grimes?The traitor the fucking cops buried three days ago? The man had secrets, and I didn’t know the fucker was a Kern County Deputy until Detective Numbnuts paid me a visit a week ago. He deserved to be six feet under for deceiving all of us.
