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“Road name.”
“What?” I asked.
“Loki must be his road name. Motorcycle clubs have road names. When I was checking on this guy, I saw he’s listed as the President of the Valhalla Heathens, which according to the feds is a social club that is exempt from income tax, but they pay some other taxes under their status.”
“Okay, but Erik Anderson is the sole owner of Ragnarök?”
“Yes. He comes from old family money. He went to a boarding school in Norway and university in the UK.”
“Alright, that’s not what I was expecting,” it explained the accent that was hard to identify, though.
“Maybe I need to move on, then. I was thinking they might be into drug distribution here.”
“Bridget, where are you right now? I thought you were in Houston doing a story.”
I was silent for several long moments, but fessed up, “No, I’m in New Orleans on something private.”
“What about Rob?”
“We’re over,” I said, still not feeling anything from that news.
“I’m worried about you. Why didn’t you tell me?” Michael sounded hurt.
“I just needed to do this, and I knew you’d try to talk me out of it. No one will dissuade me.”
“Oh, I’ve known you long enough to know that, Bridget. Call me every few days, yeah? Don’t make me get your cell hacked. Text me where you’re staying.”
“I will, Michael. I promise after this is over, I’ll come to Dallas and stay a couple days with you and Kyle.”
“You better,” he said, and the line was silent.
I stared at the aqua blue water in front of me. My thoughts jumbled, and I wondered if I should just quit waitressing at Ragnarök and move on. Virgil was now the only lead I had, and he was elusive. I’m not even sure if he was in New Orleans. Maybe cozying up to Loki or Taz could help me flush him out. Being locals, they had an edge I just didn’t have, though that was probably a long shot. How had my life gotten so disconnected from Shannon’s?
Chapter 14
Loki
Around 3 pm on Monday, I took my bike out to ride. Clearing my head was my primary goal, and the two-lane roads of St Bernard Parish were soothing. The cell trace we got was inconclusive, as there seemed to be some disruption with the software, which pissed me off. The crates and the rest of the gang members were in the wind, and I suspected they’d already crossed state lines to some bumfuck nowhere locale that would be like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. Piotr would be stateside in about a week, and though I could easily pay for the lost crates and deal with the aftermath in our own time, my pride wouldn’t let me concede just yet. These fuckers who dared to get into our murky waters were dead men walking.
Piotr and I had been business partners for five years and we’d made a lot of money. Not that we didn’t have family money, but we were both ambitious to make our own marks on the world. The Valhalla Heathens had been keen to get into something that would give them a substantial living and good retirement plan. Piotr was already in the crime life as a second generation mafioso. So, he had international contacts and New Orleans made a perfect hub for distribution. Over time, we’d been able to expand and cultivate new contacts.
Halfway down the treelined drive of my property, I heard the music pounding from the surround sound. It wasn’t until I rode closer to the house that I made out the song;Welcome to the Jungleby Guns & Roses. The house was lit up like a Christmas tree, lights glowing out of every window, except for the top floor where my room was.
I parked my bike around the back and went in through the kitchen door. A few sweet butts were doing jello shots on the kitchen island.
“Hey Prez,” Teresa purred as she sidled up to me, putting her arm around my shoulders, as I reached into the fridge for a cold beer.
I frowned, “personal space would be nice.” My mood was shit.
Her expression changed to hurt as she said, “don’t be like that. How about I suck you off to help you feel better?”
“I feel fine. Find another mark, darlin’” I said as I moved away from her and was going to take the backstairs to my room on the top floor, but something stopped me and instead I headed to the front room.
The swig of beer I took went down my throat hard as I realized I was staring at Ivy, her ass grinding into Taz’s cock as his arms enveloped her. Her eyes were closed, and he had a dumb ass smile on his face. My anger ignited quickly and before I had time to calculate my next move, I was in front of her.
“Let’s go!” the sound of my voice coming out harsh.
Ivy opened her eyes and her gaze widened as she took in my scowl. Taz moved his hands and stepped back. Ivy looked over her shoulder at him and frowned.
