Chapter 8
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Jacob’s POV
“Where is he?! I want eyes laid on him and track him. My ol’ lady is not safe until I know where he is and what he is doing. Find out now!”
I am with my crew at the club house as we discuss trying to find out where Jordan is so we can keep an eye out and keep Noelle safe.
“Jacob, the guys are doing their best, you know they will find him. We just have to wait for the information to come up. I have several prospects scouring the area and any other area he may be affiliated with to look for him. Chill out, man. Noelle is on the compound safely and you never let her leave your side. She’s going to be fine.” Jackson, MC president, is trying to calm me down.
I know he’s right. Noelle is in the office of the shop doing books for the shop and for the club. She’s safe and has every eye on the compound watching out for her. The kids are with a couple of guys and playing at home safely. None of them are in immediate danger, but something doesn’t feel right.
“Jax, man, I have a bad feeling about all this. One man doesn’t just disappear off the face of the earth by accident. He is somewhere planning something.”
“I know, man. We’ll find him, but in the meantime, we need to worry about club business. The feds are supposed to be coming into town in the morning. The body count from the warehouse shooting got their attention and now they are coming in to crawl up our asses. We have a warehouse full of g**s and c**e.”
“ The simple answer is to move the s**t to a warehouse in another charter. Call the Nevada charter and see if they can take them. I know they have a full warehouse from the last shipment but maybe they have extra space in one of the buildings they own. If not, man, the Alabama charter is our only choice.”
“Yeah, I thought about Alabama, but they are head strong in staying out of the g**s. They’ll agree to the c**e but the g**s are going to be harder to make them swallow.”
“Jax, we are the mother charter, they don’t have a choice if we don’t give them one.”
“Well, let’s have Fat Boy get on the phone and find out if Nevada can take them. If not, you and I will make a call to Alabama. I don’t like forcing their hands, but we need this s**t done tonight. We have to get the s**t on a truck and out of town at sundown before the feds roll in tomorrow morning.”
Fat Boy is our man that keeps all communications between charters. He handles transfer requests from charter to charter and meetings that involve all charters. Total The Fallen Angels MC has 21 charters in different states and cities.We are a family, we stand by one another and do what needs to be done. Once you are in the club, the only way you get out is in a body bag.
“Yo, fat boy, get in here, man.”
A few minutes later, Fat Boy walks into the room.
“Man, this had better be important. Nice piece I left out there hanging all over me. What’s up?”
“Worry about the p***y later. Get Nevanda on the line. See if they can house our s**t in their warehouse or another building until the buyers are ready or the feds back out of town.”
“Man, I’ll check, but when I talked to Chuck yesterday he said they are jammed up. Buyers are backing out and they are stuck with two shipments right now.”
“Damn it. Alright, f**k it, we are just gonna have to call Alabama. They are just going to have to deal with the s**t for a little minute until the buyers are ready.”
“s**t, man, ya’ll know how that’s going to go over.” Fat Boy sat with his head down. We all know Alabama isn’t a fan of g*n running and the heat that brings. This time we are going to be pulling rank and that’s not something we like to do, but this time it’s unavoidable.
“Marcus will fall in line. He may not like it, but he will fall in line and do what he needs to do for us. Call him Jake.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of the Alabama president, Marcus. He picked up the third ring.
“Jake, what’s up, man?”
“Marcus, how’s it hanging down in the south?”
“Man, all I see daily is loose b*****s in tight jeans. Life is looking pretty good my way. How’s the Cali p***y?”
“You know what it is here, my dude. Fake t**s and wet p***y as far as the eye can see.”
“I hear that. So, what’s up? Cali doesn’t call for no reason.”
“I’m going to hand you over to Jax. We need some assistance.”
Jax takes the phone. A call like this has to be passed down by the president of the mother charter. It can’t come from me unless Jax is behind bars or dead.
“Marcus, we are going to need some safe harbor for hardware and snow. I know you and your crew don’t do the hardware, but we got the feds rolling in and we have to move this s**t tonight.”
Marcus sighs and takes a few minutes before he answers. “Is this a request or a command?”
“I would rather it was an accepted request, but it’s a command if that’s what it needs to be for you to get your crew to accept it.”
“They will accept what I tell them to accept. We’ll do it. How long before the buyers will be ready to empty the safe harbor?”
“I’m thinking we can have them ready by next week. The crew we are selling to is just waiting for all the money to come through the pipeline. We shouldn’t need the space longer than two weeks max. The feds should be out by then and I don’t have another shipment for three weeks, so it’s a one-time thing we hope.”
“Driving them straight through tonight?”
“Yeah, having them loaded as we speak and they will pull out at sundown.”
“Okay, man, I’ll make sure my warehouse is ready and my guys are waiting to help unload. I wouldn’t send a huge crowd. A few guys max, we don’t want to raise eyebrows in my area, cool?”
“Yeah. I’ll send three guys. You got room to let them sleep before they head back?”
“Yeah. I’ll get the ol’ ladies on the set up to accommodate them. Take care Jax, Jake.”
“You, do the same Marcus, thanks for the help.”
“Anytime, brother.”
Jax hangs up the phone. We feel better that Marcus agreed easily and all ended well. One less problem on our hands to worry about. Now, we just have to get through the feds and find Jordan. Our plates are going to be full for a while and s**t is going to be hectic. I hope Noelle is ready to live up to what she agreed to because this could get ugly fast.
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