JAX’S POV
The emergency gavel slammed down at 7 AM.
The main room of the clubhouse was thick with blue cigar smoke and bad tempers. Rex stood at the head, his scarred face looking like a thundercloud.
"The Vipers are squeezing our supply lines," Rex grunted, his heavy fist resting on the map spread across the wood.
"We’ve got eighty grand worth of custom engine parts sitting at the border depot. Victor’s boys are watching the main highways. We move this load today, or we say bye to it."
"I’ll ride lead," I said, leaning back in my chair with an unlit cigarette hanging off my lip. "Give me Nico and Leo on bikes.
We keep it fast, quiet, and stay off the interstate. We can't risk the engine parts for this mother fuckers."
Before Rex could nod, the heavy double doors of the clubhouse s
