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An Important Moment in Time
Beast
The meet with the Cammareri family is set to happen today. I know the location well and have been scouting it for the better part of the last week. The warehouse is located in the town of Bismarc, which is halfway between our compound and the Cammareri’s. We decided to keep the territory neutral for both parties.
I may have grown up with the Cammareri brothers, but my club doesn’t know or trust them, and if I’m being completely honest, neither do I. Running in the circles we do, we are all extremely aware of the fact that loyalty isn’t that high on everyone else’s list of important shit.
My brothers are all driving their motorcycles down the freeway to our destination as I drive the van with Bishop beside me. Usually, I would be on my bike too, but this is my meet and if something goes wrong, we might need the van.
The music on the radio cuts out and is replaced by the trilling ring of my cell phone. I hit the dial on the steering wheel allowing the call to filter in through the speakers.
“Beast?”
I know that voice. “Anderson.”
“I saw the club leave town enmasse and now there are reports of the Cammareri brothers heading in the same direction,” he says.
“What is it to you?” Bishop asks.
He knows that Anderson is a DEA informant for the Gypsy Bastards, keeping us under the radar. He owes us as much after Justice found his daughter drugged out of her mind and about to be gang-raped. He saved her and now Anderson is ours.
“Just wondering if you’re meeting up with them. Because that would be an epically shitty idea.” He sounds bored, like he’s talking about a grocery run.
“Get to the fucking point,” I say loudly. “I’m busy and I don’t have time for your shit today.”
“Vice has an agent on the inside of the Cammareri operation. It’s only a matter of time before she has all the evidence they need and then they’re going down.” He sounds excited by the prospect. “And anyone too close to them will be sucked down right beside them.”
“Not our problem,” I reply before ending the call.
“Shit.” Bishop shakes his head. “This is a big fucking problem.”
“Just keep what you heard to yourself.” I don’t turn to look at him. I focus on the road ahead of me and my brothers speeding along.
“We need to tell Pope.”
“No, we don’t,” I say. “The club needs this deal as much as the Cammareri’s do. Besides, they will know who the rat is.”
“And how will they know that? An operation of their size has too many people involved.”
“Anderson saidshewas gathering evidence. There aren’t many women in an organization like theirs that have the opportunity to learn enough to take them down,” I explain. “One of them will know who the woman is and then they can take care of their own problems without putting this deal in jeopardy.”
After a moment Bishop nods in agreement, even though he looks skeptical.
****
Mancuso and Stefano stay outside of the warehouse with myself, Bishop, and Mad Dog. Inside, Alceu, Severu, Pope, and Wolf negotiate what could change the future of our entire club. I’m not mad to be cut out of the meeting, I hate shit like this. I set it up and that’s more than enough for me.
None of us speak as we stand outside waiting. Stefano does wink at me with a smile, and I smirk in return. He has always been a little shit but even when we were younger, I was always fond of him. My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I ignore it as the door behind me opens and the men inside emerge. All of them look happy enough as they shake hands and part ways.
I call out to Severu while he’s walking away. I watch him silently communicate with his brothers to give him a moment. Alceu nods in my direction before hopping into his black SUV.
“Beast,” he says casually as he turns to face me.
“Severu.” I scan the area around us for any sign that someone may overhear our conversation before continuing. “There’s a problem.”
I can see his mind working. I should have started this conversation better but there’s no time for that now. He probably thinks someone found the body we disposed of.
“No, not that,” I say. “I have some intel. Reliable source. But I don’t want to be poking around in your family’s business.”
