Chapter 9
Maverick
I’m in a daze. My mind is on a strawberry blonde with a smart mouth. Preach is talking about ordering new couches so I try to regain my focus.
“Prez, we got a situation.” The seriousness in Widow’s tone causes me to pause my conversation with Preach.
“What happened?”
“Dom, Tank, and the two prospects got intercepted. They took the guns,” he says out of breath.
I pull out my burner and dial Dom. “What the fuck happened?” I bark as soon as he picks it up.
“It was fucking Viper. He sent his Serpent bitches to do his dirty work.” I hear him spit on the other end.
I run a hand through my hair. “Fuck. How much did they get?”
“All of it.” He curses under his breath.
“Is anyone hurt?” I ask as I head into the meeting room.
“No, just busted up a little. We are heading back now.” I can hear him start up his bike.
“Get your asses here.” I growl and slam down my phone. “Why now?” I kick my chair and pull out a cigarette.
“Maverick, just keep cool. Let's get everybody here and find out what went down.” Preach takes a seat at the end of the table and crosses his arms.
He’s always so calm and collected. Widow, Boston, and Romeo stumble to the table.
“Where’s Scar and Knuckles?” I asked, agitated.
“Right here Prez.” Knuckles raises a hand as he walks through the door.
Scar strolls in as Buck follows.
“What’s going on Prez?” Buck asks as he scratches his fat gut.
“Viper intercepted us. He got Vladimir’s guns.” I managed to get out through gritted teeth.
Twenty minutes later the doors swing open. “We’re back.” A bloody Dom saunters in first. Tank looks just as bad and both prospects look like shit.
Skittles hands Dom a shot of whiskey as he sits down.
“They were waiting and caught us when we got to the drop off behind the factory. They must have been watching. We mix it up usually, but they knew. Had about twenty guys with them. The four of us tried but there was just too fucking many,” Dom pants after he tosses back the shot.
“It was Serpents for sure?” I ask.
“For sure Prez. One of them was dumb enough to let me see his cut,” Tank responds as he wipes the blood from his chin with his shirt.
“Fuck,” I sigh. “Vlad’s gonna flip the fuck out.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Perfect timing.
“Vlad.” I answer.
“Where are my guns, Maverick?” Vlad growls.
“Seems we had some spectators. Serpents were waiting and intercepted the shipment.”