14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
J ustice pulled his bike back into the compound along with Pit, Tack, Stinger, and Retread. Justice was furious and knew Pit was even more so. Just as Pit and Ariel had gotten settled to have their nap, they’d received a call from their gun store and range that the ATF was there to do a check.
As the club’s attorney, Justice had gone to meet with them, and the others had gone to make sure Pit, who was low on sleep, didn’t do something stupid.
When they arrived, Deputy Dawg, or DD as he was called most times, had looked at all of them as if they were crazy. The ATF weren’t at the gun range, and DD hadn’t placed the call.
It had been one of the newer prospects who said someone called the clubhouse phone and said the ATF was at the gun store. Justice figured he wouldn’t need to question the prospect because Pit was furious and probably wouldn’t give anyone else a chance.
Justice got off his bike and hurried to catch up with Pit, who was rushing through the door.
“FNG Two,” Pit yelled.
The prospect walked out from the kitchen. “Yes, Pres,” he said.
“Who did you talk to about the ATF at the gun store?” Pit asked, striding closer. Justice kept pace because he’d seen this part of his cousin before, and the prospect better have the right answer .
“When I said hello, he said he was Sledge at the gun range and the ATF was at the gun range to do a check. I asked if he wanted me to get you, and he said no, just give you the message. Then he hung up,” the prospect said.
“Did it sound like Sledge?” Pit asked, crowding close to the prospect.
“Umm,” the prospect stuttered as Pit backed him against the wall. “I don’t know if I could recognize Sledge’s voice. He’s not my sponsor, and I haven’t seen him much in the month I’ve been here.”
Justice waited to see what Pit would do. The prospect looked ready to piss his pants, which didn’t bode well for him being a member. If he couldn’t deal with Pit in his face, then he wasn’t one that Justice wanted at his back .
Pit stared at him, then hit the wall beside the prospect’s head with his fist and walked away.
“I’m going to go see my wife. VP, get some more information before we meet tonight,” Pit growled.
“Got it,” Justice said, worrying that there was more going on than they realized.
Justice turned toward Stinger. “I don’t trust what’s going on.
I know we’ll be stretched thin, but figure out a schedule so we have a second set of eyes on the gate and a patrol around the back side of the compound.
Somebody is screwing with us, and until we find out who—we need to be prepared for anything. ”