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“What do you mean by that?”
“We can’t keep going on like we are. Up until recently we had an understanding. We might not have had an alliance of sorts, but as long as what you were doing didn’t affect us or those we protected, then it was ignored.”
“What are your interests in the drug trade?” Jax asked.
“None,” Erik responded.
“Then why did you blow up our warehouse?”
“The only reason for the meth lab to be blown up was because of what the dealers had done to Bear,” I said. “We have no reason to go after anyone else, unless we were wrong about the reasoning for his attack.”
“We had nothing to do with the attack on Brandt. Some of our associates like to take things into their own hands at any slight.”
“Then that’s settled,” Erik responded. “We have no interest in the drug trade.”
“What exactly are you asking of me in that regards?” Jax replied.
“We will continue to ignore your club dealing in our territory if you don’t retaliate and you leave the Reapers and Officer Erickson alone.”
“What else?”
“We all have to agree on a course of action,” Erik told the room.
We deliberated in that room for another hour or so, finally coming to some agreements. Mostly they resembled our previous state of cohabitation in the Sandstone. The key takeaway was that they wouldn’t get involved if the River City charter decided to come calling. As long as they weren’t involved, we wouldn’t finish what I had started by wiping out the rest of their organization.
After everything was settled, Jax was walked back out of the building with the pillowcase back on his head.
Hopefully it wouldn’t come back to bite us on the ass.
Later, we sat in the corner of the bar and had drinks. We’d all agreed it was five o’clock somewhere.
“What is it with bikers being named Jax?” I asked.
“Why?”
“My dad’s name was Jaxon, that guy’s name was Jax, and apparently his dad was also the same name.”
“Who knows?” Brax responded.
“Maybe it’s not bikers being named Jax, but rather men named Jax choosing to become bikers?” Dimitri answered.
“Of course you’d go all philosophical on our asses, Papa Smurf,” Hunter teased.
“Whatever, Minnie Mouse,” he retorted.
“Papa Smurf? Minnie Mouse?” Brax questioned.
“Don’t ask.” I shook my head.
ChapterForty-Nine
HARLEIGH
The weeks flewby in the blink of an eye.
The lockdown had been lifted, and the clubhouse was abuzz with activity as we all got to work on new contracts. With the families having returned to their homes, we were able to pick up where everything had left off. Brax handed in his resignation papers. Dimitri was here to stay, regardless of what Alexei and Erik decided. They’d have to deal with me if they thought of sending him back to Granville.
Learning he was an Antonov was a bit of a shock to everyone else.
