22. Mason
22
Mason
I climb off my bike, hesitant to approach the truck. This doesn’t make
sense. It’s sitting out here on the side of the road. No damage to it. No one around. Just sitting here.
Bishop walks past me, clearly still angry with me. I yell for him to wait but he flings open the door. I half expect the damn thing to blow up or something. When it doesn’t, I breathe a sigh of relief.
We climb into the back of the truck, Hunter and Dash keeping watch. The boxes are unopened but that doesn’t mean Collin didn’t tamper with them. My brother is playing mind games with us.
If we deliver the shipment to the Ravens and the guns have been fucked with, we’ve earned ourself an enemy we don’t want. They have alliances with the L.A. Sinners and won’t hesitate to bring hell to our doorstep if we fuck them over. If we don’t deliver, we lose that partnership as well as the money. We hop down, closing the doors.
“You think he tampered with the goods?” Hunter asks.
“I wouldn’t put anything past him.”
“I’ll drive it back to the clubhouse,” Bishop offers, leaving Dash to drive the SUV.
“Looks like he’s still pissed,” Hunter says with a grin.
I shrug. “He’ll get over it.”
It’s not the first time club rules have been broken when it comes to dating family members.
“I’m not saying I disagree with your plan, but I am saying using club family as bait could go all kinds of fucking wrong, especially when there’s a kid involved.”
“I’m open to motherfucking suggestions if you think of a better plan.”
“We get off defense and go on offense. We hunt him down. Involve the Fallen Eagles. It’s not like they weren’t part of this shit show already. Use all our resources in town to find him. Munsey learned a lot from Carson. Get him to hack the security feeds. Cut our local business owners a break on their protection costs and they’ll start talking. We know who our enemy is, Mason. It’s time to put an end to this.”
“You act like we haven’t been doing this already. Hunting my brother isn’t easy. The man has been missing for years because he didn’t want to fucking be found.”
“Maybe now he does.”