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TANK PICKED ME up in his dad’s black Suburban.
“So, how was the reception?” he asked, as we drove back toward it.
“Good.”
“You work things out with Adriana?”
I grinned. “Yes I did. A few times.”
He chuckled. “Can I smell your finger? I didn’t get any tonight. Least you can let me do.”
I held up my middle finger.
Tank laughed.
“Didn’t you get your BJ?”
His smile fell. “No. She took off. I’m supposed to call her tomorrow.”
“You going to?”
“She’s a fucking contortionist. Of course I’m going to call her.”
I laughed.
“So, you going to make Adriana your Old Lady now, or what?”
“As far as I’m concerned, she is my Old Lady.”
“You need to make it official.”
“I will. Just need to ease her into it.”
“Ease her into it? You must really dig this chick,” he said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “You mind?”
I was probably one of the only guys in the club that didn’t smoke. “No,” I said, cracking a window.
“Fuck, I still can’t believe those fuckheads killed her, man,” he said, lighting his cigarette.
“What’s the deal on that? We coming down hard on them, or what?”
“Hell, yeah. We have to be careful though. The Old Man still isn’t sure who the informant is.”
“I have no fucking clue either.”
He was silent for a few minutes. “So, this is how it’s going to be – we’re going to lay low for a couple of months, and then when the time comes, blow their fucking club up. Take everyone in that Chapter out. That way the word on the streets will be that nobody fucks with us or our women. Nobody.”
Taking them all out seemed extreme to me, but I wasn’t the one making those decisions. “You know where they set up their new camp?”
“Yeah. They’re north. Up in Minnesota. Hayward, I think. It’s only four hours away.”
“Huh.”
He grinned darkly. “It’s going to be beautiful, brother. Beautiful. I’m going to take Mud out myself.”
“The Mother Chapter is going to want to retaliate,” I said, knowing that the rest of the Devil’s Rangers wouldn’t stand for it.
“We’ll worry about that when the time comes,” he said. “Besides, Pop says he’s already talked to Bastard.”
Bastard was the original founder of the Gold Vipers. An old vet who still led the Mother Chapter in Sacramento.
“What he say?”
“We wouldn’t be going forward if he wasn’t backing us.”
“Shit’s going to get ugly.”
“Far as I’m concerned, it can’t get any uglier than it already is,” said Tank, clenching his teeth. “Not after what they did to Krystal.”
I held out my fist.
He smacked it with his.