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The sooner we got all these assholes out of the club, the better, I thought.
"What's the goddamn plan then?" I asked, grabbed the two stacks of bills, shoved them inside my cut, and sat down on the couch with Heavy.
"I want the Reaper Bastards to run point on the operation," Piotr explained. "The pallets will have a thousand board games in shrink wrap. We have an address in South Carolina to which we want the shipment to be escorted, but we have a manifest highlighting a set of fifty that needs to be diverted. The Valhalla Heathens are in charge of getting that subset to an address on the Tennessee and North Carolina border. We have an exchange location mapped out in Halifax, North Carolina, which isn't far from the Virginia border. Your clubs will work out how to make the transfer. If the shipments get to where we want them, you'll get two hundred grand.
"What about expenses?" Whiskey asked.
"I'm willing to absorb the cost of the tractor-trailer rentals for the first run. I have a contact in Pennsylvania that can provide those, but we'll have to negotiate if this venture is as successful as I know it can be."
"I have friends who work with Uncle Sam," Nolan said. "I'll have the paperwork to get you through Port Security and what you'll need on the road to get through any weigh station stops."
"How often do you plan to move this kind of cargo?" Whiskey asked.
He asked too many questions, making my left eye twitch.
"Well, potentially up to three a year, but that's the five-year business plan," Piotr replied. "If the first run proves a success, then we'll do another early next year. The goal is to expand out of Charleston's port in South Carolina eventually."
"I don't like working with a club I don't know," Heavy said. "But the Reaper Bastards will sign up to do this one run. After that, we'll see."
"Ah shucks, your royal prickness, we appreciate the vote of confidence," Whiskey said to Heavy with a smirk, making me want to knock his teeth out.
Heavy and I knew then and there that this business venture that Piotr and Nolan put together was going to make all of us so much money, way more than just the porn and drug business. It would be stupid not to do it. But the Reaper Bastards MC planned on keeping our eyes open and watching every fucking move the Valhalla Heathens made. Because if one of those motherfuckers stepped out of line, a bloody war would break out.
"Alright, the shipment will arrive in port on November 1st. I expect that will be plenty of time for you to work out logistics," Piotr said as he got to his feet. He smoothed down his suit jacket, then buttoned it.
After Whiskey and his partner followed Piotr out of the room and closed the door, Heavy looked at Nolan and asked, "You have any news on our problem?
"Yes, I do," Nolan replied. "I know the DA and her team -"
"The DA is a chick?" Heavy asked.
Nolan chuckled. "Yeah. Her name is Carmen Torres, and she's on my payroll, along with some of the people on her team investigating your club."
Not only were the Reaper Bastards the perfect target of a federal investigation, but Defcon turned rat, and we had no idea how much intel he gave the feds.
Heavy left the couch and started to pace the small room like a caged animal. "I want names and addresses so we can take them out!"
Heavy was cunning, but sometimes he could be a loose cannon and didn't rationalize his next move. Since his old lady, Dani, walked back into his life, and they just had a baby, he became more paranoid.
Images of Elle from the other night in her bed flashed through my mind. How sexy and beautiful she looked while I was balls deep inside her.
But Elle and I together would never work. But that moment I spent with her, I would never forget.
"We should fix this problem another way, Prez," I said, then turned to Nolan. "What do you need from us? Money? Drugs? Whores?"
Nolan chuckled, then said, "I find that insulting even for a man like me, Wrecker. When you came to my office asking for help to make all this disappear, I told you I'd take care of it. I'm a man of my word. I owe you, Reaper Bastards, a few favors since you helped me save my wife, Gina."
Nolan held out his hand, and I shook it.
CHAPTER 9
ELLE
The night after Wrecker left my bed, I gripped my steering wheel as I drove to the Dollhouse. I had never felt so much rage as I did that day, watching as time ticked by and not receiving a phone call from Wrecker. How dare he just leave after we had finally, after all these years, have sex!
I was accustomed to one-night stands and preferred them over the years. I never wanted a long-term relationship, and calling a man my boyfriend left a bad taste in my mouth. I had no expectations of a happy ever after, but for him to just walk out of my life again was out of the question!
I scanned the Dollhouse parking lot and saw several motorcycles near the entrance. Still, I needed to find out if one belonged to Wrecker since all motorcycles looked the same to me. When I parked the car and approached the club, I noticed that the same man who had checked Sarah and my IDs the other night stood in front of the double doors. This time, I remembered that the patch sewn in on the front of his vest was Prospect.
