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CLINK
I knew it’d take a minute for the crew to show up. They couldn’t leave the clubhouse while I was making the drop, in case there was a mole on the inside giving info. It was a thirty-minute drive from the clubhouse to Hammer’s location, and it fucking crawled. I stayed in the parking lot of the gas station, playing with my phone, and checked in with Sam. And Tyson, which was a little annoying, but at least I could say I didn’t get high. Hammer didn’t even offer. Too busy throwing his weight around like the massive fucking dick he was.
Sam: I’m really bad at poker ??
I snorted, shooting her a reply.
Clink: Want me to teach you?
Sam: Riley says you’re even worse than me ??
Clink: She’s lying
Sam: Prove it. Play strip poker with me ????
A slow grin passed over my face. If I didn’t know her better, I’d say she was drinking. Since she wasn’t into that, I guessed the little adventure outside earlier helped her relax. That shit was fucking hot, and I hadn’t expected her to go for it. I thought we’d fool around a little before I dragged her upstairs. Now that I knew she was more adventurous than I thought, I had so many plans. I wasn’t going to take her on the couch, even though her grinding on my lap got me so close it was embarrassing. As hot as it was, I didn't want anyone to see her assets. She was mine, and I wasn’t interested in sharing any part of her. Nah, the side of the building suited me just fine. Dark enough that no one could see her, but close enough that they probably all heard her and could walk in at any time. I liked the thrill, and I was definitely going to take her back there again.
Clink: It’s a date, honey. When I win, I’m gonna make you scream so good
Sam: Doesn’t that mean I win? ??
I chuckled, but before I could reply to her, a familiar rumble of engines made me look up. The crew was here. I sent a quick text to Sam, letting her know I’d talk to her later before shoving my phone in my pocket and starting the truck. Croy didn’t stop to chat. He just waited for me to pull into the street and followed behind me to the warehouse.
Hammer’s bike was still there, and a grin overtook my face. Time to get wrecked, asshole.
* * *
There were four doors to the warehouse. Two garage doors in front, one door on the side, and one in back. We pulled up along the side with no doors, somehow going unnoticed by Hammer’s crew even though one of the garage doors was open. After spreading out the crew, Croy went straight through the front door. We swarmed them on all sides, but the crew in the warehouse was pretty light. I never got to do a count on how many Hammer had in his little crew, since Hammer wasn’t willing to bring me to his clubhouse. The product was still there, but it felt too easy. Looking around, I frowned.
“Where is he?”
Brewer shook his head, confused. “You said he was here, right?”
I waved my hand at the door, where we could clearly still see Hammer’s bike. “He was just fucking here! And his bike is still here!”
With a furious bellow, Croy grabbed a beer bottle someone had left off a nearby table, tossing it against the wall. “Where the fuck is he?”
Something about this just didn’t seem right. I saw Hammer. There’s not a chance he could’ve gotten out of here and driven away. The entrance to the spot was within view of the gas station. I wasn’t that distracted that I could’ve missed him. Even if I didn't see him, I would’ve heard a car or bike drive by.
“Let’s move the product. No point wasting that shit,” Bear suggested.
I was closest, and with a heavy sigh, I moved to the pallet they’d stacked the product on. Assholes didn’t even bother to hide it. If the pigs showed up…
My spine stiffened, and I froze. If the pigs showed up, it’d be right fucking there, along with a bunch of bodies. I whipped my head around, taking in the room. Three quarters of the fucking crew were in this room.
“It’s a fucking trap.”
Reaper didn’t hesitate, shoving Croy towards the door. “Leave it! Move, move, move!”
We scattered, booking it towards the open garage door. I was waiting to hear the sirens, the shouts of the fucking pigs. I only slowed when I noticed Hammer’s bike was still here. That shit would be traced back to him. Why would he leave it behind?
The gate to the warehouse district slammed closed, and one of the guys I’d seen with Hammer flashed us a wild grin. They were trapping us in here. For the pigs? Or what?
The sirens started blaring down the street, making us fucking sitting ducks. It just felt wrong, though. Something didn’t make sense to me, and I looked around warily. Where the fuck is he?
“There’s probably another exit. Farther down. Let’s move!” Reaper snapped.
He went for his bike, and I followed him outside, glancing over my shoulder with a frown. That’s when I saw the blinking light underneath the pallet sitting in the warehouse. Horror smacked me in the gut. No fucking way.
