Every man who was sitting at the table, face palmed at the same time, shaking their heads in disbelief over Clash’s random ramblings. We’d gotten used to his shenanigans over the years, but sometimes he still surprised us.
Clash hopped up from the table, exiting the room so he could make a call.
“Snyder, who’s all set up to go on the run tonight?”
I mentally thought back to our members and spat out the list.
“Everyone at this table, and that dumbass dick shaker out there. Then we got Slaughtermen and Fox of our prospects coming along, as well as Axl and Riot.”
“Good group. What about Ratt, Motley, and Zeppelin?”
“Staying behind to keep an eye on the clubhouse, sweet butts, and all the prospects who aren’t invited for the run.”
He nodded. “Sounds good. We need to be careful tonight. Word is, Hoax and his minions are looking to intercept the shipment. Wasp? Skid? Is there an alternate route we can take that the pigs and Crows won’t see?”
They both looked at each other and nodded. Wasp piped in first. “I think if we take that road behind the warehouses, it will leave us pretty much undetected. If you want, I can take a couple of prospects with me and scout out a new route before we make our run tonight.”
“Sounds good. Do that shit,” Sabbath agreed. “Anybody else got anything? Sandman, is your head on straight? Or does that bitch Lindy have your head all fucked up?”
Sandman knocked his head with his fist, then pounded it against his chest. “Head’s on straight, Prez, and my heart is always in the club.”
“Good. Just kick that bitch to the curb before she really fucks with your head.”
Sandman’s face fell. It was well known in the club that the little bitch he’d been fooling around with for the last year was a major headcase. She spent most of her time making his life miserable, and he just put up with it. I felt sorry for him. Three times now he’s asked her to be his Ol’ Lady, and three times she’s turned him down. She said she didn’t want to be tied to an outlaw biker gang for the rest of her life.
The dude was a glutton for punishment because all Lindy ever did was spend Sandman’s money and take him for fucking granted. But he loved her, and I had no idea why.
“Would y’all get off my fucking back? I know you fucking hate Lindy, but she’s my girl. Whether she wears my cut or not, she belongs to me. So, with all due respect, Prez, just shut the fuck up about her and move on.”
I half expected Sabbath to unload on him because of his mood and the way Sandman dared to address him, but instead, he just smirked and looked around the table, moving on like Sandman asked.
“All right, we got shit to do. Get the fuck out of here and get things moving. I want these goods moved tonight, and I want Hoax nowhere near the product, ya got me?”
We all agreed as Sabbath slammed down his gavel. “Church dismissed, motherfuckers. Go have a fucking drink and get ready for tonight. I have a feeling that shit’s gonna get real.”
As we started to get up from the table, Sabbath grabbed mine and Ranger’s arms, halting us from leaving.
“I need to talk to you two… privately.”
Once all our brothers were out of the room, he shut the door, enclosing us in.
“What’s up?” Ranger asked.
“I wasn’t entirely truthful before,” he mumbled, shooting a nervous look my way.
“Okay?” I questioned, throwing him an uneasy look.
He ran a hand over his head and sighed. “There are things going on behind the scenes that the club doesn’t know about, and I’m entrusting you with this information, so don’t fuck it up, Snyder, okay?”
“Okay?”
“The reason the money is gone isn’t because of the goods we just bought, it’s because I got the club into some deep water, and I’ve been doing my best to bail us out.”
“What the fuck?” I bellowed.
“Shhh, keep your voice down. I don’t want the others to know. I need this run to go well tonight. Selling these guns is the only way to get back the money I took.”
“This is bad, Sabbath. What the hell did you do?”