Prez:
The engine of Riot’s semi coughed as it pulled into the lot, the massive rig groaning like it had been run through hell and back. Dust kicked up around the wheels, sunlight slicing through it like a blade. I stepped out of the clubhouse and watched him kill the ignition.
One rig.
One brother.
Where the f**k was Knox?
Riot hopped down from the cab, looking wired. Sweat clung to his temples and his shirt was wrinkled, but he didn’t look rattled. Not yet.
“Where’s Knox?”
He rolled his shoulder, grabbing a smoke from behind his ear and lighting it before answering. “Stopped just before the interstate. Said he had to make a call.”
“A call?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Yeah, should be right behind me.”
I didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Still, I nodded and jerked my chin toward the rest of
