Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1) (4 page)

Pissed off at his brashness, I angrily pulled my dress back into place, and went to grab my panties from his back pocket when he abruptly snatched them away.

“I’m keeping these,” he said, pulling them onto his handlebars. “Now get on.”

He started the bike up, and I wrapped my arms around him, accepting that this was the closest thing I was going to get to after sex cuddling. I told him where to drop me off, and we took off into the night. Other than the roar of the bike, and the thoughts running through my head, the ride to my house was silent. I was going crazy because I wanted to know what Cash was thinking. Did he enjoy the sex we just had, or was I just another notch in his long list of one-night stands?

When we got a block from my house, I motioned for him to pull over. I held on for a second longer, savoring his hard ridges and tobacco and leather scent. Finally, I let go and got off the bike.

“Thanks for a good ride, Sunshine,” he grinned and put his foot up on the bike, ready to take off. Before he could pull away, I jumped back toward him.

“Where can I find you again?”

He smirked. “I’ll always be in your dreams, baby.”

I
leaned
under the hood of a Toyota Corolla, and tightened the alternator. The customer was picking the car up in two hours, and I was behind on getting the damn thing done. Kade, my best friend and member of the Righteous Outlaws, walked over.

“We have business to take care of,” he said, and let out an exaggerated breath.

“Surprise, surprise. What the fuck is it now?” I asked. It was always something with the club. And, though it was my life and I would drop everything for it, I hated leaving things unfinished. I tightened the belt tensioner, and wiped the grease onto a dirty shop rag.

Kade cracked his knuckles one by one with his thumbs. “Found out there’s someone dealing in our territory. I set up a deal to teach him a lesson. Since I have no fucking clue who this guy is, I just need a little back up in case.”

“Do you think it’s the Montamos?”

“Not sure, but I doubt it. They’d be pretty fucking stupid to step into our land.”

“Doesn’t mean they aren’t,” I said, knowing damn well that it wouldn’t be the first time. The club had been battling the Montamos for territory as far back to the original days as I could remember. Back when my Dad and his friends started the charter.

Montamos was the reason for the formation of the Righteous Outlaws. They came into our town and destroyed it. Made people scared to walk the streets, and even shop locally. Nick made a deal with the sheriff: he turned his cheek to the club’s business ventures, and the club would protect the town from the likes of the Montamos, or any other club who tried to weasel there way on our turf.

It was an unwritten contract, sealed with a handshake twenty-five years ago, and neither side had breached it yet. Montamos, though, sure had kept us busy, doing everything in their power to try and get their grubby hands back into Black Hills. The only way we would let that happen was over our dead bodies.

Kade nodded, knowing the same shit as me. “Anything is possible, which is why I need the back up.

“Let me get Miles to finish up here. I’ll meet you out front.”

“Thanks, brother,” he said, before heading out the open garage door to the parking lot. He didn’t need to thank me. I would do anything for my club, and for my brothers, especially Kade. I’d known him since high school. His old man skipped out on him freshman year, and he spent most days at my house. My dad treated Kade like he was his own. We didn’t need blood to prove we were family. Though, Kade shed blood for me. Took a bullet to the leg that was meant for my head, and would’ve ended my life. If a situation ever arose where the tables were turned, I would do the same for him. It’s what we did. How we lived our lives. We protected family and what was ours. Always.

Miles came in, running a comb through his dark hair, before shoving the comb into his back pocket. He was the sergeant at arms of the Righteous Outlaws and also the best mechanic we had at Daly’s Dealers.

“Trying to look pretty for the cars?” I asked, smacking him on his chest.

Nope, for you,” he said with a wink, then puckered his lips and came at me. I got him in a headlock and messed up his hair.

Miles might’ve been a few years older than me, but mentally he never really got past sixteen. He was a smartass with a sick sense of humor that we all just laughed off. Those that didn’t know him were usually offended by his antics. I’ve lost count of how many times I had to bail his ass out of a bar fight because he said something stupid.

I pushed him away, and pointed to the car. “Just needs an oil change.”

“Got it. By the way, what happened last night? Phil said you’d be back, and you never showed.”

“Got tied up,” I said, and kept it at that. Not exactly sure why I didn’t want to share the details of my night since I was always the first one to share my sexcapades. There was something about Sunshine that made me want to keep her to myself.

“So did I, thanks to you! Fucking Mindy is a goddamned freak. She was waiting for you, but, since you never showed, I jumped on it.”

“You can have her,” I said. Mindy was just another whore who I had fucked a million times over. She was boring at this point and couldn’t compare to what I had last night. I always assumed a pussy was a pussy, no matter who it was attached to, but Sunshine made me wonder if that were really true. Fucking was a goddamned sport for me, and I was an All-Star, but fucking Sunshine was like being in an entirely different league.

“Good because I’m seeing her tonight. Hey do we have any duct tape?”

“Wh…” I stopped myself when I saw the perverted look on his face. “You know what, I don’t want to know. In the bottom drawer of my tool chest.”

I tossed the rag in the bucket with the rest of them, and headed out to meet Kade. He was by his bike, staring down Sienna from across the way. Out of all the pussy in town, he wanted the only one he couldn’t have: the president’s daughter.

I tapped his shoulder as I approached, and he dragged his eyes away from Sienna, who was bent over a car writing down a VIN number. She was fucking hot, I’d give him that, but not enough to risk your life for it. Nick wouldn’t fucking hesitate to put a bullet in his, or any of the guys’, heads who stepped foot near his daughter. He was protective as all fuck over her.

I could’ve told Kade to let it go and move on, but why bother? I had already tried, time and time again. The guy didn’t get a fucking hint. Instead, he fucking pined over something he knew he couldn’t touch, suffering like a pathetic pussy-whipped idiot who wasn’t even getting any pussy.

“Ready to go?” I asked, grabbing the helmet from my handlebar, Sunshine’s white panties still dangling from where I left them.

Kade nodded to the white cotton. “What’s going on with those?”

“I call it victory,” I said.

“Would they have something to do with where you disappeared to last night?”

“You know I don’t kiss and tell,” I joked.

“Bullshit! You don’t just tell, you show. Since when did you become all soft and shy? Might I remind you of the time you had sex in a room full of people and spent weeks bragging about it.”

“I was drunk, and she was horny. I don’t see anything wrong with that. Now, are we going to do this or we going to sit out here all fucking day reminiscing about all the times I’ve fucked a slut?”

“We’d need a hell of a lot more than a day. We’d need a whole goddamned month for that shit.”

“Then, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Let’s take the truck. Don’t want the guy to see bikes, and figure out it’s a setup.”

“Smart man,” I said, and hopped into the passenger side of the 1985 Ford Bronco that was older than me but still ran despite the rust and bullet holes.

We drove to the outskirts of town where most of the deals went down. Far enough from Main Street to appease Stanson, and keep the façade that Black Hills was a good neighborhood that was void of drug dealers and criminals. If the town folk only knew drug dealers were the exact people keeping their town and their lives safe.

Kade pulled off to the side of the road, and put the truck into park. He checked the time on his phone and leaned back in the seat. “He should be here in five minutes.” I nodded. We didn’t need a game plan because we had done this before.

Kade stripped off his cut so he wouldn’t give himself away, and placed it beside him in the seat. A minute later, an over-customized black BMW with chrome rims pulled up. Kade slid his sunglasses on and smiled. “Let’s get this over with.” He stepped out of the truck and walked over to the car. I watched him in the rearview for his signal to let me know how many guys we were dealing with.

He got to the window and bent down, scratching his head with one finger. I didn’t even bother ridding myself of my cut. This was too fucking easy. I doubted it was Montamos. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to deal in our parts and show up solo. No, this was some douchebag with either no common sense, or a death wish.

I slipped out of the truck, and came up on the passenger side of the car. I pointed my gun at the tinted window, and, just as the guy inside noticed, Kade rammed his head into the steering wheel. He grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him out the window.

The guy scrambled, trying to get control, but Kade just pistol-whipped him. “Shut the fuck up!” Kade yelled, and I laughed.

“Always pistol whipping people,” I joked, holding my gun on the guy so he didn’t try to pull any stupid moves. He was dressed like a typical douchebag who thought his shit didn’t stink. Expensive jeans, black button down shirt and fucking clown shoes. His hair had more oil in it than the Toyota back at the shop.

Kade smiled. “What can I say? It’s fun.”

“What is your fucking problem?” the guy cried out like the little pussy shithead he was.

“Our problem?” Kade growled, bending down to the guys face. “You’re dealing in our territory.”

“It doesn’t have your fucking name on it!” the guy spat, and Kade kicked him in the gut.

“I’m sorry. Did we tell you that you could talk?” Kade demanded, as the guy doubled over and clenched his stomach. Kade grabbed him by the shirt collar and smirked. “I can imprint it on your fucking head if you want!”

He gave Kade a death glare, but it meant nothing. He might as well have been a kitten purring. Kade wasn’t scared of shit, especially not some low class drug dealer who didn’t have a fucking leg to stand on.

“Fuck you!”

Kade answered him with an elbow to the back. He collapsed on the ground, curling into himself and trying to get back up. “Is that all you got?”

“Dude, just shut the fuck up,” I said with a laugh. He was a fucking idiot who clearly had no idea who he was dealing with because, if he did, he would be cooperating. He needed an education.

Kade pressed the barrel of his gun to the guy’s head. “We could end this right now, or you can get the fuck out of here and stick to dealing outside of Black Hills.”

He didn’t say anything, so Kade cocked his gun.

“Alright!” The guy finally yelled. “Alright!” He held his hands up in front of him, and Kade dropped the barrel from his head.

“Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind,” Kade demanded.

He scrambled to get up and then took off running. He hopped into his car, threw the car in drive, and peeled the tires down the length of the street.

Kade and I laughed before getting back in the Bronco and heading back to the clubhouse. It was just another day at the office.

We pulled into the parking lot fifteen minutes later, and followed the rest of the gang inside. There was business to be discussed and we all sat around the large oak table carved with the Righteous Outlaws symbol in the middle: a shield representing the original four Horsemen of the club: righteousness, brotherhood, respect, and loyalty. To go against any of those, you go against everything the club stands for.

I sat in my seat beside Kade and across from Miles. Nick took his spot at the front of the table, and Phil sat in the chair to his right. It signified Phil was Nick’s right hand man. Both were starting to go grey, and their skin was marked with years of wear, but age didn’t slow either of them down. Bentley, Dice, Braxton and Hudson took their seats and we waited for Nick to start.

“Kade, what happened with that deal? Was it Montamos?”

“Nah,” Kade answered. “Just some douchebag that didn’t know the rules of this town. I set him straight.”

“Shoot ‘em?” Nick questioned.

“I should’ve, but I let the fucking prick go. Next time, I won’t be so generous.”

“Should have shot him in the fucking leg at least,” Miles offered. “Flesh wound. He’d recover nicely, and be out of our fucking way for a few weeks.”

“Should’ve just put a bullet in his fucking head, then there wouldn’t be a next time,” Bentley stated coolly, as if he was talking about deciding what was for dinner and not about life or death. He was the pretty boy of the group, with that dark rugged look chicks fucking fawned over, but he was also the most lethal. His eyes were black as death, and I swore that, every time he killed someone, they got even darker.

Nick crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Then we would have had to deal with Stanson. And with the fucking body showing up on the roadside, and the Feds in our neck of the woods, we need to keep the violence to a minimum. No shooting, not even a fucking warning shot, unless it is absolutely necessary. You got it?”

“Aye,” we all agreed.

“Any news about the body?” Miles asked.

Nick turned his attention to Phil. Phil leaned toward the table, resting his arms on the wood. “Definitely a member of Montamos. Stanson said he had the tats to prove it. No idea who killed him. None of us did, unless someone has something to say.”

“Nope,” I said and the other guys added their no’s to the table.

“That’s what I thought. So, if it was none of us, then my guess is it was either a local street gang or the Chinese. Probably a business transaction gone wrong. Either way, it’s not our fucking problem. Let them keep their trash on their side of the town line.”

“It was close though,” I stated. “To the town line, I mean. It’s why the Feds were hanging outside yesterday, wasn’t it? They think we had something to do with it.”

“They don’t think shit,” Phil said. “They just have to go with what they know, and I guarantee we’re not the only place they’re parked outside of.”

“Give it time. They’ll leave. They always do,” Nick added. So, now that is out the way, moving on. .Cash, how’d it go with the doctor?”

I took out the prescription pad, and tossed what was left of it on the table. It landed with a smack. “He gave me his pad, and told me to get the fuck out. I turned seven of them in at different drug stores and sold to Ricky at The Watering Hole. I explained our situation, and told him the rest was coming.”

“Did he forget about our deal?”

“He thought he fulfilled it. He doesn’t realize how fucking deep he’s actually in. He can say no to us all he wants, but you and I know that he can’t. We can run him out of business, and get his ass thrown in jail without even lifting a finger.”

“And we will, if we have to, if it comes to that, but right now we need him. All our shit in Mexico is gone,” Nick explained, leaning back in his chair. “Feds have it all, and there’s no getting it back. I’m working with my connections in Florida to see if they can get us a shipment from the Caribbean until the shit in Mexico gets figured out. Problem is, some of us might have to make a trip to Florida to pick it up.”