Chapter 36
Wizard
L ast night was epic. We had a blast at a local nightclub and danced until the wee hours of the morning. Regina gave me the side eye when I dropped Charlie off as dawn peeked through the night sky.
Tonight, we’re having an epic party for Tully. It’s past time to patch him in as a full-fledged member of the Kings. As an added bonus and surprise, I’m presenting Charlie with her cut tonight. We haven’t talked about it before, so if I’ve misread the situation, she could totally shut me down in front of my brothers.
The Baton Rouge and Houston chapters are joining us for the patch celebration. They’ll start rolling in any time now. I’m looking forward to seeing Chief, Trinity, and the others. Being only an hour away from the mother chapter, our clubs spend a lot of time together. It’s like one big extended family.
An alert goes off and I dash to my command center. Pushing a few buttons, I see it's Robillard’s vehicle. He just pulled into a warehouse I’ve been monitoring. One that’s also tied to the Bratva. In less than forty-eight hours, there’s a shipment going out. The feds, Bug and I are doing everything we can to find out where they’re shipping the people and, if we can, who the buyers are. We’re casting our net wide, hoping to take out as many of the low life fuckers as we can. Human trafficking and sex trafficking turn my stomach. I’d like to raze all the fuckers from the face of the planet.
I’d love to feed every one of them to the gators alive and bleeding, but we’d need more gators for that. If it wasn’t for the girls, I’d track JR down and end him. Stupid fucker endangered his daughters and ex-wife. My girls, and my woman. I’d end him for that if it wouldn’t hurt the girls. Who knows how long he’ll be in protective custody? If we’re lucky, for life.
I double check my settings to make sure we’re recording everything. I’ll turn it all into the marshals. This isn’t our usual MO, but it’ll work. For now. I’d rather send them all to meet their maker. Let him sort them out. I shot a quick text to Gambit, giving him an update.
There’s nothing I can do now but collect information. We’re working with the marshals to make a plan on moving on the traffickers. This is the first time we’ve done a joint operation with anyone other than other MCs. While I’m not thrilled about it, it’s our best chance of taking out a large chunk of the Bratva and keeping my girls and my woman safe.
For them, I’ll work with the marshals. Not that it matters much in how we’ll do things. Each one of us has immunity, unless we shoot one of the marshals in the face on purpose. Since neither of the marshal’s is an ass that shouldn’t be a problem. Unless you ask Doc. He and Marshal Hayes butt heads at every turn. It’s been fun to watch and makes me grateful Charlie and I don’t spar like that.
The alarm on my phone sounds. It’s time for me to shower and change for the party. If I don’t set alarms, I get wrapped up in work and forget the outside world even exists. Charlie and her family have made it easier for me to step away from work, but I still need the reminders.
Every time I step under the multiple shower heads in my bathroom, I want to give Stormy a big fat kiss on the lips. She put together the entire clubhouse. Well, most of it. It’s refurbished from a boutique hotel, so the structure was set up, but we gutted it, and Stormy did everything else. She chose the materials, colors, and fixtures, etc.
Hot water hits me from several angles, easing the tension in my neck and shoulders. I turn on the rain head and let the water wash my worries down the drain.
Who, me, worried? Yeah, a fuck ton. I’ve never been head over heels in love before. The Kings keep their women safe, but this is the first time we’ve been up against the mafia. There are more than one million members of organized crime in the U.S. I don’t know the exact number per state. While most are in New York and Chicago, New Orleans, being a port city, has our fair share.
After a long, hot shower, I trim my beard and mustache before blow drying my hair and putting it back in its topknot. Black jeans, a black tee, shit kickers and my vest. One last look in the mirror and I head downstairs to help. Charlie is meeting me here rather than me picking her up.