were trying to steal the Soldiers business by proving the club couldn't safely courier the goods. Whatever their reasons this was not good for the club.
Tex lowered his voice, "Seems like every time we make a change they are on us. It's almost like they know our moves before we make 'em."
Nikki's eyes went wide at that revelation. There was no way in hell they had a rat. The club was solid and so was every member in it.
"I don’t like what you're suggesting," she told Tex.
"We don’t like it either Baby girl. But the fact remains that these guys have to be getting their intel from somewhere and we sure as shit ain’t broadcasting the shit on the airwaves," Trace responded.
This was bad.
"That’s not the only problem we got," Tex paused a moment, "Someone's been loading the Crow's streets with scumbag dealers and they've been slowly leaking into our territory."
That is one thing the MC would not tolerate, drugs. They didn’t traffic drugs, they didn’t deal drugs and they didn’t allow junkies as members. You had a drug habit you were out and you were out in bad standing. That was some serious shit in their world. They also didn’t allow that shit to touch their streets or infect their neighborhoods. You did not deal drugs on Soldiers turf because if you did the Reaper would greet you swiftly.
"What are we doing about that?" Nikki asked.
"We're trying to find out the source but we are either running into a wall of silence or these guys genuinely don’t know who they are dealing for." Trace explained.
Now that rang alarm bells in her head. There was one man who operated like that.
"Bridges," the name hissed out through her clenched teeth.
The name made her blood boil. She took a few deep breaths and calmed herself. Getting crazy was not going to help anyone.
"That's our theory."
If he was behind the drugs then he was probably behind the attacks on the gun shipments. This shit was getting messy. She wished she had the whole picture. All she had were snippets like her mother’s death, the threat to the shipments, the drugs, Lenny and the niners. It was all connected to Bridges somehow.
"There are too many links to Bridges now to ignore it anymore. There's a lot of questions we never asked you that we should’ve asked before. You need to tell us everything about Sheila, Lenny, Black, Bridges. The whole lot even if you think it’s insignificant."
She would share but only if they did. She was not being kept out the loop any longer.
"I will tell you everything but you need to do the same for me. No more hiding things."
They boy’s body language was tense and she knew they didn’t want to give up protecting her yet. They would have to.
"Agreed," Tex answered.
"Everything," Nikki demanded.
"Everything," he agreed.
“I went in to Sheila’s and found her in the bedroom. Black and Roach were still in the house. They bailed me up in the bedroom. I grabbed my old gun and I shot Black’s brother and then I killed Roach and before he died he told me Bridges had sent them,” she ran through the event as quickly as possible.
No need to poke the monster with a stick.
“Did they say anything else to you? Either of them?” Trace questioned.
Nikki thought back to the conversation. There was nothing that stood out.
Nothing except, “When I made a move towards him I remember him saying ‘A brave little thing are we? So more like your father then.’ It made me think that it had more to do with Reaper than Sheila.”
“That fits with Reaper’s story as to why they struck,” Tex replied.
“Maybe, but I don’t get why they’d pick Sheila as retribution. She didn’t have anything to do with the club anymore and the club wasn’t exactly hurt by it.”
“We think there’s more to it than that but we’ll get to that later,” he explained, “Anything else?”
“Nothing.”
“What about Lenny?”
That was a subject that was intertwined with Cole. How was she gonna