Page 65 of Hateful Promise
Conan stands and we fist bump before he asks, “You want a beer?”
“Fuck yeah,” I groan out as I practically fall into one of the cushy recliners. “I should be standing since I’ve been sitting on my ass for so fucking long, but damn, it feels good for a seat not to be moving, although my body feels as though it’s still going eighty miles an hour.”
Kodiak smirks and nods. “Yeah, does that to us too. Fucking weird feeling.”
Conan returns with three beers then hands them out before he sits once again. I pop the cap and take a long swallow, sighing in satisfaction as the cold brew slides down my throat. “Damn, that hits the spot.”
“Plenty more where that came from,” Conan says.
“So, I’m assuming you’ve got a tentative plan in place?” I question, looking at Kodiak.
“We’ve done some observing, and that fucking asshole she’s tied herself to is a motherfucking twig. I’m not sure how he’s threatening to anyone, I could snap him in half. But we didmanage to catch him hitting up the post office in Seven Points today, and our inside man that Selah hooked us up with stated that he added something to his box. I find it odd that he’s not taking shit out as well, which means he’s not receiving mail there, he’s using it as a lockbox of sorts.”
“But we’re not here to raise the death toll in Cedar Creek, brother,” Conan reminds him but if the smile he has growing on his face is any indication, he’s not opposed to ridding the world of that cheating, abusive dipshit.
“We aren’t known for being subtle,” Kodiak growls.
“No, we’re known for demolishing towns before riding out of them,” Conan counters.
“But we’re not going to do that,” I state. “We’re here on a rescue and reconnaissance mission,” I relay.
“And to strip the P.O. Boxes of their information then scour his house in case there’s any more hidden documentation than what Joce has found,” Kodiak adds.
“We’ll take care of that, RiffRaff,” Conan says. “Need you to go to the post offices and grab that shit. Selah will tell her contacts who you are, so you won’t have any problems. Then, once we’ve got all the shit so we can blow his life up so to speak, you’ll get Joce and the kids and head home. Shouldn’t take long.”
“Good thing I’ve got my plain leather jacket with me since we can’t ride with our colors because we’re trying to fly under the radar,” I muse.
“I took the liberty of having skins made for our tanks too so that none of our emblems or personalized designs can be recognizedor detailed in any affidavits. I don’t trust the ‘lawmen’ that’ve taken over Dragon’s house.”
“We learned a lesson the hard way once,” Conan advises. “Since then, when we’re doing something that requires us to do any sort of scouting, we use skins and disguises. We want to be as incognito as possible. We don’t want anything on us that is identifiable.”
“Well, that makes sense to me and I’m sure you’ve got more experience than I do. Although, I recall back in the day when we’d take our backup bikes on runs since they were customized as far as power goes but didn’t have any designs on the tanks that could identify us. We also didn’t fly our colors for the same reason. It was a pain in the ass, but necessary back then,” I reply. “And yeah, Dragon and the rest of the brothers want to get home.”
“Heard the set up in Roanoke is pretty sweet, though,” Kodiak states.
“Yeah, since we had no clue how long it was gonna take to sort shit out, it made sense to add what we did to the property. We definitely have plenty of room now for anyone who visits.”
I hit seven towns today and went by each of the post offices to collect the things that prick was hiding. The men working with us have vowed that if anymore ‘mail’ was placed inside of these boxes they’d ship them to us. If the motherfucker Joceline is married to asks any questions on the whereabouts of the contents, they’ll state that there was a cleanout, and the shit was disposed of. Is it legal or legit? I have no clue, but the allies wehave seem to know their shit better than we do and can word it to where it comes across as valid. Especially seeing as it’s legally supposed to be used for mailing services and not as a storage container. While we wait for our pizza to be delivered, the three of us are going through it, growing more and more disgusted with each thing we find.
“He’s a sick ass motherfucker,” Kodiak bellows, tossing his empty beer bottle against the wall.
What pisses me off is he’s got intel on every single brother from the Cedar Creek chapter, from any arrest records to financial details, as well as photos of them, their bikes, and their families. Not to mention, pictures of their clubhouse and personal houses. But what would put most of them away for life are the pictures and documents related to those fundamentalist bastards. We’re not letting that happen because those assholes deserved what they got for the hell they put the women they had in their ‘breeding’ program through. Moira, Kracken’s ol’ lady, still has a hard time when there are a lot of people around. Plus, Selah, Wrecker, and Mammoth were born into that community and suffered as well.
Conan sighs but gets up and heads into the kitchen before returning with fresh beers for the three of us as well as the broom and dustpan. “Good thing you didn’t dent the fucking wall, brother,” he sneers once he’s disposed of the trash. “Because that would’ve cost us some fucking money.”
I shake my head and say, “Believe it or not, one of the things I learned to do as a teenager was repair then reskin a wall. If he had, I could’ve fixed it.”
“Sounds like you’re a jack-of-all-trades,” Conan teases.
“And a master of none,” I retort, smirking.
The pizza arrives, giving us a brief respite from the garbage we’ve been going through, and I wonder what Jilly’s doing today.
As we eat, Kodiak begins talking about the next phase of our plan now that we’ve got the bulk of the information from the post office boxes. Conan and Kodiak are going to reach out to Cuda to find out the asshole’s schedule today and tomorrow so they can go to the house and search it from top to bottom. Joceline doesn’t know them, but she knows their civilian names, so there shouldn’t be a problem with getting her to trust them. They’ll take my truck so they can get anything she wants to bring with her packed inside the trailer as well as in the back since my truck has a tonneau cover that locks. That way, she’ll have what she needs for the kids as well as herself. Not that her brothers Dragon and Butcher wouldn’t get her all new things if needed, but I’m sure there are toys and whatnot that the kids play with regularly.
They’re also going to get the originals of the documents that Joceline took photocopies of that she found locked away in the house. My job is to be ready to go as soon as he’s gone for most of the day so I can get the four of us as far away from town as possible before he realizes she’s grabbed her shit and is gone. I’m sure between our two chapters, one of the IT guys can create a paper trail that has her going in another direction for her safety. If not for the fact the asshole is loaded, they’d probably ‘divorce’ the couple. Dragon and Butcher are insistent that she get all his money since she’s his beneficiary and as his wife, she would be first in line for his estate proceeds.
“I like it when a plan comes together,” Conan finally says, rubbing his hands together.
