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Holding the cigarette with my finger and thumb, I dropped my hand to my side. “Felt it in the parts store. Something was off. Never saw anyone. I was at the intersection of Main when I saw him coming from my right. I sped up to get through the intersection before he could hit me, but I didn’t make it. He snagged my back bumper.”
“You get a look?” Gunner asked.
“Never saw his face, but from the side, he looked young. Maybe Dom’s age.”
“Could it have been just a kid fucking around?”
I understood why Bear was asking that. He wanted it to be a kid just being a dick—we all did—but my gut told me something else. “Don’t think so.”
“Dammit.” Bear put his hands on his hips.
“Think someone we pissed off has a kid who’s fighting his dad’s battle?” Bull finally spoke.
I took another drag of my cigarette. “Thought crossed my mind.”
Bear nodded. “I may need to talk to Pop. I can’t remember who had kids when we cut them loose from the club. That was a long time ago, and I was in my own head then.”
“If they had a kid that would be old enough to do this shit now, I don’t remember them,” I added.
“How old would he have been then?” Gunner shook his head. “Nine or ten?”
“I’d guess around there,” Bear replied. “Maybe even a little younger.”
Bull held out his hand, and I passed him my pack of cigarettes. “Truck had no plates.”
“That worries me more than a kid speeding and tapping your bumper. If the truck had plates, I could chalk it up to a kid proving a point, either to us or his buddy’s, but no plates?” He frowned. “He needed the concealment.”
We all turned and looked over our shoulder when we heard a bike. Ritz parked and swung off, already pulling the pack of cigarettes from his pocket while he walked toward us.
He had one lit and hanging from his mouth by the time he reached us. “Why the hell do they have to do this shit so early in the morning?”
Bear’s lips twitched slightly. Ritz could lighten the mood easily, and we needed that because the rest of us were strung too damn tight. We had our reasons, but all too often, Ritz had to be the one to put out the fire when we got carried away.
Bull grunted. “Not early to some of us.”
Ritz ran his hand along the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, some of us didn’t go to bed until two, so it’s pretty fucking early.”
“Restaurant busy?” I asked.
“Corporate event. They didn’t leave until after midnight.”
“Good for business,” Bear pointed out. “Can’t bitch too much about lack of sleep.”
“Yeah.” Ritz snorted. “Until I get an early morning call that these fuckers are still doing this shit. I thought they were taking a break.”
“No break.” Bear sighed. “But we don’t know what we have. Some kid ran Tank off the road.”
“Can’t blame him for that,” Ritz joked. “I’ve wanted to run him off the road too.”
Bull grunted. “Truck had no plates.”
Ritz pulled the cigarette from his mouth. “Fuck.” He looked at me. “You got any idea who it was?”
“No.” I shrugged. “Didn’t recognize him.”
“How’d he get you off the road?”
“Clipped my back bumper in the intersection.”
