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“For fuck’s sake,” I growled.
I’d been pinned by him enough times growing up to know resistance was useless.
“All hail the new Enforcer,” Montana laughed.
The vote for Sergeant at Arms went quickly and I handed over Oak’s new patch.
“That all?” Montana asked, looking around.
He was getting old and probably wanted to get to bed already.
“We can’t keep on with predictability,” I spoke up. “The problem with funerals is that there is only one funeral home in town. They know where we will be. They know what route we will use.”
“So, change that,” Oak grunted. “You have to take control. Have the bodies brought somewhere. Yeah?”
“You have a destination in mind, Sweetheart?” Mak snapped with a menacing laugh.
Oak shot him a look and Mak zipped it rather quickly.
“Daisy is out of town… That’s all I got.” I offered.
“Okay. So have the bodies moved to Daisy’s place under the cover of darkness. We can have the biker procession from Daisy's place to the city cemetery.” Ant suggested.
“Won’t they know if the place is empty that something is amiss?” Montana asked. “The funeral home, I mean?”
“Anthony can go to the funeral home. We can have some of the nomads go with him and make the place look busy. If we coordinate take off, we can meet back up at the four-way. It is the last light before the cemetery. Ant is the road captain. He’s the one they’ve probably seen the most. So, we’ll have Ant smoking like a fucking chimney outside the funeral home with a bunch of guys from a neighboring charter and the nomads.” I started to plan aloud. “Make yourselves seen so they think there is a delay to the eight a.m. funeral. We will have already started the Steel Disciples-led procession from Daisy’s place at seven thirty.”
“I can have one of the Miller trucking rigs follow us to keep traffic back,” Mak suggested.
I nodded.
“We can hook it at the four ways, purposely miss the turn and block traffic to the cemetery,” Mak spelled it out, causing me to look at him with much more appreciation.
Maybe he was learning to think outside the box every now and then.
“Don’t you think the nomads and other charters should be notified, Prez?” Mak grumbled. “We only have a few hours until showtime.”
“They already have been,” Oak piped up with a triumphant smile, his phone in hand.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Eric
I went inside the building and flopped down in the first seat I came to.
“Give me your phone.” I held my hand out as Mak approached.
He looked at my hand and then my face like he wanted to curse me instead of obeying, but in the end, he pressed dial and handed it over.
He was on edge. Anyone with eyes could see it. I watched him prowl and pace while the phone rang until the voicemail picked up. The others trickled inside.
“Need a line?” I taunted, after pressing the red button to end the call and laid the phone on the table.
“Listen up, Brother…” Oak scoffed, finally having had enough. “I’m going to need you to put your big girl panties on. Sew the fucking VP patch back on your kutte. Get your head out of your ass and get your skinny ass back in the game, because right now… You’re the second biggest risk this club has. And I’m running out of soldiers we trust enough to fill the ranks.”
His voice dropped into a condescending tone that one might have to embrace if they were dealing with a child that was far too sensitive, “Can you hold it together for five more fuckin’ minutes, Mikey?”
“My name is Makaveli, don’t fuckin’ call me that.” Mak’s voice rose in warning.