“Jackson!” Tyson booms.
“What?” I yell, jumping in my seat, turning to see Tyson standing there. “Sorry! Yeah, what’s up?” The guys laugh at me, and I shrug.
“I called this meeting because we found the supplier and the man wanting to get into our territory,” Tyson informs us. “There are two separate warehouses in two cities. We’re going to have to split up if we want to stop this man.”
“Okay. How are we going to do this?” I ask, wondering at the same time about what Polly is up to right now. Is she naked in my tub? Sleeping in my clothes as her t-shirt rides up, exposing her stomach.
“One of the warehouses is here in Detroit, and the other one is in Chicago. Jackson, I need you in Chicago. It’s a bigger operation there.” August, the vice president, brings me out of my daydream.
Damn it. I’m not going to be able to kiss Polly tonight. “Alright. Let’s suit up and head out.” Tyson and August have already handed out the assignments while I decided to daydreaming.
Moving down to our bikes, we get onto them, which makes me shake my head. It often makes me chuckle at how in sync we are when it comes to stuff like that. “See you in a few days,” I yell at Tyson as Greaser, Ivan, Camo, and I drive off on our motorcycles. Griller and Buzz, two of our prospects, are in the black panel van behind us.
I set the GPS on my phone with the location of a neighboring city hotel so we can check-in and sleep for a little bit. I never stay in the city I’m about to wreak havoc in. It’s going to be dawn by the time we get there, and I don’t plan on going out as a panther in the daylight.
We make a few stops throughout the night. Coffee is great at keeping you awake but horrible on a road trip, especially on a bike.
We finally make it to Michigan City, Indiana, the small town where we stop to set up shop. I check into our hotel room, getting our rooms, and we all crash for a few hours. Some of the guys grab the free breakfast before they do, though.
Climbing out of the shower, I see a missed call on my phone. Polly. I shoot her a text and pass out because I've been up for over twenty-four hours, and I’m exhausted.
The hotel alarm clock goes off, and I moan as I roll over to shut it off. It’s still light outside, but it’s five o’clock. I wanted to scout the warehouse before going in and taking out everyone. We’ll take the drugs back with us in the van.
Before that, though, while I’m making coffee in my room, I decide to call Polly. As a high-ranking member of the Dark Leopards MC, I have a room all to myself. The burner rings on the other end, and I hear an out of breath Polly answer.
“Sorry. I had to run outside before I answered your call.” She huffs.
“How is work?” I ask her.
“Busy but making the time fly. I was wondering if you wanted me to pick up something to eat for dinner. I can cook.”
“That sounds like fun, but I’m out of town for a couple of days. It was last minute, and it couldn't be helped. Did you take the key with you so you could get back in?”
“What makes you think that I’m staying?” she teases me. I hear her faintly say, “Okay, I’ll be right there.” She comes back to the phone to talk to me again, “I’m sorry, Jackson, my tables are filling up fast. I better get back to work. I’m off at ten. We had a couple of people call off.”
“Please be careful,” we say at the same time and laugh. I hang up with her and call Tyson.
“What’s the word?” he answers.
“We checked into the hotel. I’m getting ready to grab the prospects to scope out the warehouse and see what we’re up against. I don’t like going in blind.”
“Smart plan. We went in blind, and now, I’m sporting a bullet graze. I’ve never been so stupid. I’m usually the cautious one.”
I chuckle. “Bullshit. That is why you have me planning these things. You like to punch first then ask questions. How is the media coverage on this?”
“It’s minimal. Nothing we can’t handle.” Tyson hangs up.
I leave my cut in the hotel room and head to the prospects’ room. I bang on the door and tell them to meet me in the lobby with no cuts before riding the elevator down to the main floor. Once the doors open, I step out into the lobby area where they have a coffee station set up next to the desk where we checked in. The breakfast dining area is across from the desk. They have about ten tables, which makes me think this isn’t a very busy hotel.
I grab another coffee and sit down in the breakfast area to wait. I crack my neck while the lady at the desk stares at me. I notice her unbuttoning a couple of buttons on her blouse, pushing her hair back off her shoulders so I can see her breasts almost popping out of her shirt.
My thoughts are on Polly and not some random hookup. When I became a prospect of Dark Leopards, the women would spread their legs for anyone with a cut, and man, they didn’t disappoint. It was a different club whore every night, sometimes more than one. Two years ago, it all changed for me when I found Polly. I haven’t been with anyone since then except for my hand.
Instead of paying the woman any mind, I’m mapping out our next steps and hope to get it done quickly. The two prospects, Griller and Buzz, show up, and we walk out to the van. I text a message to the rest of the
