Blaze
After talking with my brothers, I took a few shots of Jim Bean whiskey to brace myself for sleeping on that godd**ned air mattress. I still woke up the next morning with a bum back. Taking care not to wake up Jane who was still sleeping peacefully in my bed, I hopped in the shower and went downstairs to make the call to Carter Hill, the President of the Road Masters Motor Club.
“You got some nerve calling me, Blaze. I’m still pissed at the mess your boys caused here at my club two months ago!”
“Well tell your boys they shouldn’t have been in my territory trying to steal Chaos’s business and passing illegal goods around!!” A couple months ago, Carter had four problem bikers who got it in their heads to play firearm dealers. Not only were they trying to poach customers from Chaos
