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“There’s something else I need to tell you,” Josie said.
“Sweetheart, I want to hear everything, but we’re about to go on a run.”
“A run,” Josie said. “You mean…”
“Yeah,” Reese said.
Josie knew whata runmeant.
“I’ve got to go,” Reese said.
“I know. Just, uh, be careful.”
“Always am.”
“Call me when you can, Reese.”
“You going to miss me?” he asked as he walked to his ride.
The motorcycles around him started to rumble like thunder.
“Yeah,” Josie said. “I’m going to miss you with all my heart. I won’t be able to sleep tonight without you.”
“You’re funny, sweetheart. Talk to you later.”
Reese ended the call.
Ellis looked at him. “Everything okay?”
“Perfect,” Reese shouted as he stepped over his motorcycle. “Let’s fucking ride, brother.”
Ellis nodded.
They left the lot, the growling engines a warning to everyone in town.
Reese planned on getting back home in one piece. Going to see Josie. Taste her body. Remind himself that he was alive.
But the problem with going on a run… you never knew when someone wasn’t going to come back alive.
* * *
Just outside of Watersald, approaching Huma, the roads were wider with more turns. Designed for tractor-trailers to drive easily, hauling loads from the south, passing through several small towns to either keep going north until they were out of California, or they’d pick up the interstate east to go into Nevada and beyond.
That’s whereDRMmade their voices heard. They controlled a big part of those roads, meaning trucks - drivers and companies - knew that they needed to play the game to pass through safely.DRMwasn’t against picking and choosing a truck at random to simply attack and blow up, just as a warning to everyone else. They really didn’t have a town to live in, which meant there was no restriction of authority or possible war within it. They were outlaws in the sense of wearing leather cuts with matching patches, telling anything that resembled thelawor aruleto go fuck itself, and they did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. In some ways,DRMand Back Down Devil should have been friends. Brothers together working to create a greater sense of freedom.
Reese knew that things weren’t always like they were with the rival MC. He’d heard stories from Luca about a time when both MC’s were civil and even worked together when times were tough. In fact, there was a story Reese heard that involvedDRMbeing part of Back Down Devil. The origins of the rival MC came from a set within Back Down Devil.
Of course, history meant nothing when you were riding right into the belly of the beast. Reese felt the wind rip against his face, riding with brothers all around. There were no handshakes and hugs andhave a beer with mekind of welcomes withDRM.In fact, Reese fully expected bullets to fly before words did. Meaning some of the prospects would be watching the road and the second they saw Back Down Devil, they’d call back to the others to come and stop them.
Reese darted to the left, crossing the yellow line. He throttled his ride and sped up to move around Brett and Jason. He caught up to Levi and moved to the right and fell in line next to him.
Levi looked at Reese and they both nodded at each other.
Levi lifted his right hand in a fist, which was a signal to Brett and Jason to get their weapons ready. They were packed better than the rest of the guys. Everyone was equipped for a shootout, but Brett and Jason were the heavy hitters. Top that with Hawk and his insane attitude, and things were going to get interesting.
They made it around the last wide bend, the one whereDRMwould usually stop them. The guys dubbed itthe war curvebecause of how many shootouts there had been there. A lot of blood spilled. A lot of lives lost. The road looked clean because the world had a funny way of cleaning itself up from everything bad. Even if the memory stood strong.
As Reese moved around the curve, he let his mind slip for a second and thought about Laszlo. He couldn’t remember how many times he and Lasz had ridden this curve. Their hearts racing, going right toward the enemy, doing what needed to be done for the MC.
