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“Vincente.”
“Your coworker?” Celt rolled his eyes. “I knew he was one kinky bastard.”
Roni knocked me with her elbow. “He goes to this place called Serenity.”
“Well that fucking figures.” It all came back to that place and that weaselly little man, Mercer.
After I drank three cupsof Louie’s coffee while Angel, Lanie, Celt, and Roni ate, we headed over to Bou’s shop for church. The Ridge MC was turning into something official, and it gave me fucking chills. I’d been playing around when I’d thrown down the patches at Rex’s grave, but where it was going... yeah, we might be big time one day.
What used to be a small, tightly knit club had grown with Wilde and Angel and the other guys in LA. In the course of connecting with Wilde’s club in LA, we added ol’ ladies and a doctor or two into the mix. Bigger motorcycle clubs had industrial warehouses and compounds. With Wilde came a smaller warehouse in East Compton and some land up in the mountains north of LA.
Rex, when he’d been in charge, held meetings up at the old camp where we had bonfires, but Celt and I had always avoided church under Rex. No one had even thought to suggest we meet there since Wilde took this bull by the horns. Depending on the money we could bankroll, however, we might have to upgrade our meeting spot here in Arizona to fit us all.
For now, though, we gathered in the kitchen at Bou’s shop.
“This way.” She inclined her head toward the back door.
Our long line of people walked out, where Tice, road nameCoyote, had his car parked. The trunk popped open, and he stood aside while the local patched members gathered around.
“What the fuck is that?” asked Wilde.
A shitload of guns stared at us, everything from sniper rifles to Uzis to a palm-size Smith & Wesson. I reached inside and picked up one of the small handguns.
A Bodyguard 380 with a fucking laser tiny enough to fit Maddie’s hand.
Several of the men, Celt and I included, looked around for anyone watching or anything unusual. That was, other than the fucking stash of metal.
“Shit,” someone drawled.
“Ho-ly fuck,” said another.
Strings of curses flew, and I ran a hand through my hair as I stared down. Swearing about it, that’s what everyone else did. Nothing creative about it.
Instead, I looked up at Tice. “Damn, Coyote, who told you to bring the pews to church?”
Snorts and snickers rose around the trunk along with rounds of high-pitched “pew-pew.”
Celt rolled his eyes, but his voice had a note of approval when he said, “That’s my man.”
Even Wilde cocked a half smile, but he didn’t move the hand wrapped around Bou’s stomach, like he would throw his body in front of hers. The protective stance made me want to let out a full-blown belly laugh. Bou probably had the most guns of anyone standing in this semi-circle.
She was the only ol’ lady allowed at church. She wore her own cut and the standard MC patches just like all the men. No fuckingproperty ofpatches for her. Bou was ourFirstLady.
I was happy Roni and Lanie weren’t here to see this, though. Lanie, I still wasn’t so sure about. She’d been on the official side of the law for too long, and Roni was just too cheerful to deal with this kindof discovery.
“Close that up,” ordered Wilde before he walked inside.
Inside Bou’s shop, we stood around in a circle: Angel, Celt, Bou, Wilde, Coyote, and me. A couple more patched members sat at the small table on the far side of the room. Jackyl, in town from LA, and Hammer from here in Park Ridge. Naturally, Hammer would be here; he was probably working on the house Wilde and Bou were building next door.
Without preamble, Wilde barked, “The fuck are you thinking bringin’ that shit to my club?”
Tice “Coyote” Donovan held out both hands and shrugged. “Intercepted at the border from a truck runningintoMexico. Seems like the Mafia’s running firearms to the cartels now.”
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. With drugs becoming legal and guns now being tracked, it was no wonder the Mafia and cartels were adjusting for the wallet share.
Celt stood taller, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you involved in this, Coyote?”
“Hell no. Just confiscated the shipment.” The man crossed his arms. “Came straight here with it.”
