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He props the door open for me and the second I catch it with my hand, I lift my head high, forgetting that my cock is raging in my pants and the woman tangled in the sheets. Instead, I scan my eyes over the men gathered at Ryker’s order.
Our Prez and Axel are standing beside their Harleys, talking to each other as Euro, Eric, and Duffer roll their motorcycles out of the garage. Emmett’s dad nods in our direction as we pass, before we quickly join them with our own rides.
As the new Treasurer, my rank and riding position shifts dramatically, placing me third in line after Ryker and Emmett. Lifting my leg over the seat of my black-on-black motorcycle, I secure my helmet in place as I balance the weight of the machine between my thighs.
Ryker pats Axel on the shoulder and they separate. Axel lights a cigarette and makes his way to the back of the formation. As the new sergeant at arms, he will bring up the rear, which will work perfectly for him since he doesn’t like to have to keep in line among the pack. From behind, he can set his own pace and distance from us.
Concerned, I glance back at him. His sunglasses are firmly in place so I can't read his eyes, which allows the memory of the other night to bombard me. The worry of a repeat flashing in my mind.
Ryker clears his throat, and I shake the concern from my shoulders. Axel won’t accept help until he’s willing to help himself, so for now, I can only focus on the task at hand.
“We’re collecting a shipment from the Newport yard today. With everything that happened last night with the Devil’s Brutes, we’re not going to organize on-site. Instead, we’re going to separate and dispatch from our three other locations around Jasperville.” Everyone nods in understanding, pleased with the extra precautions after the mess that came from last night. “Euro, you’re with Emmett and Gray. Duffer, you’re going with me and the prospects to the red house, while Axel will go with Eric to the green house. Keep your wits about you,” he adds, then turns to sit on his bike.
Revving my engine, I relax onto the leather seat as my bike vibrates between my thighs. This is exactly the drive I needed to clear my fucking head of that tempting pussy. Ryker starts moving, and everyone rolls out.
I glance back over my shoulder before I drive off the compound, nodding at Eric behind me, and it reminds me that he won’t have that spot forever. Not when Shift finally gets back. I’m hopeful he’ll be back from our Northern chapter sooner rather than later, but it’s still not certain. He’s the craziest tech guy I’ve ever met, and when they were dealing with some security issues with the rival gangs, he offered up his services. That was almost four weeks ago, so I don’t know what has him so distracted, but it surely doesn’t take this long to fix.
He must be doing okay if Axel reached out to him to do a background check on Scarlett; another fact which completely blows my mind. Axel never concerns himself with any of the Ruthless Bitches, so why start now? Sure, she came from the Reapers, but that was my doing.
Annoyed that my train of thought is circling back to her, I focus on the road ahead, letting the sun beat down on me. The wind whips against my face and my cut flaps with the speed, my knuckles tightening around the handlebars as we weave through traffic.
I’ve been on the Newport run for over twelve months now, so I don’t even have to think about where I’m going as I drive there on autopilot.
The first shipment of the month, like this one, is always the largest, with AK40s and shotguns being the heavy carriers, while the second delivery is mainly handguns. So today is more work and more distribution, but it will be worth it when we’re swimming in money within the next twenty-four hours.
Ryker slows up ahead as he nears the gates of the shipment yard and the rest of us do the same as we pass through the gates. As we get near the containers, we split up, parking in twos in a few different spots so we don’t draw too much attention. I’m not sure how it makes all that much difference since the security system will show us all arriving together anyway, but it’s a rule that’s been in place for as long as I can remember.
I kick the stand down on my bike three containers away with Euro at my side, shut off the engine, then we head to the left toward the cream container. Axel and Emmett are already standing at the double doors, unlocking the padlock as we get there, while Ryker hangs back with Eric.
It’s weird as fuck doing this with new roles, watching Emmett step effortlessly into Ryker’s shoes as he stands back and observes. I’m sure it’s going to be a huge shift for him, but one completely worthwhile for the club.
Axel throws the lock through the air and Euro catches it beside me with a small grunt as Emmett starts to open the doors. Prospects line the exterior of the group, facing away from the goods as they act as protection.
My fingers flex at my sides, ready to start loading up the storage on my bike, when Emmett’s grunt stops me in place. “What the fuck?”
“Shit.” The curse falls from Axel’s mouth with a bite, and I rush to see what’s going on before Ryker can even move a step.
My brows furrow as I stare at the single wooden container placed in the middle of the space.
“One? Why’s there only one?” I ask.
“It’s a setup,” Ryker breathes, the words barely passing his lips before a gunshot rings out, followed swiftly by a grunt from one of the prospects as they fall to the ground.
I glance around the area and come up blank as someone grabs onto my cut from behind, moving me to safety down the side of the container.
Tilting my head, I turn to see Eric releasing his hold on me as he pulls his gun from his holster, and I do the same. When another gunshot doesn’t follow, concern and confusion burns through my veins, making me take the safety off.
I rest my back against the metal, preparing myself, when an explosion sounds, lifting me off my feet and hurling me in the air until I smash into the huge container across from me and slump to the floor.
Plumes of black smoke engulf me, like waves that keep on crashing. Dizziness attempts to pull me from the present as I gingerly lift my hand to my face, only to find blood coating the tips of my fingers.
“Ambush!” Axel yells from fuck knows where as I blindly search for my gun on the ground beside me.
Once I feel the metal in my hands, I stagger to my feet, coughing and spluttering in search of Eric. I find his feet first, a few yards away from me, and it’s only when I get closer that I see the rest of him as he lies coughing and gasping for breath.
“Help them, Gray. I’ll still be here,” he grunts, hissing through the pain as blood drips down the side of his temple.
I blink down at him a few times before I finally turn around, processing his words and seeing them through. Using the container that caught my fall, I stumble to the end as flickers of orange and red break through the thick smoke. It stands in place of our container, nothing remains but the metal torn into hundreds of pieces.
