do, just let it go.
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Ziggy
I can’t fucking believe that I left Ryder like that , but I saw all those cops and I knew that he was going to tell Flem and me to leave. He’s always looking out for his boys and his family. Flem and I got back to the clubhouse a week ago and we got word a short time later that Ryder had been picked up and then someone posted bail.
“Who could have posted a bail like that?” Bull asks from the end of the table.
“Well, the only person I can think of that would have done something like that would have to be The Russians? What should we do? Who the fuck knows where they have him stashed.”
I run my hand through my hair. Fuck, man. I wish I knew where Ryder was. I ’m going to have to call Faith and let her know. “Has anyone checked on his ol’ lady? Or Layla?”
“Layla already called here a few times to check on things , but Chaz hasn’t really told her anything. I know I talked to Marko the other day so he could keep an eye on his mom and Faith. I guess Faith’s pops isn’t doing so well, so she’s down in Alabama sorting his affairs.”
I watch Prez light a cigarette and continue to talk while smoke flows slowly from his nose. “He said he’ll be here in the next day or so and that he’ll have Layla and Faith follow suit soon.”
I rub my chin and start to play out the worst in my head. “Are you sure that they ’re safe?” I don’t feel right leaving the women unguarded. The Russians are fucking insane.
“ They’ll be fine. The Russians won’t do anything to Layla while she’s at the truck stop; she’s been contacted and told to stay there ‘til someone can escort her to pick up Faith,” Prez says as he looks over at his Sergeant-at-Arms and whispers something. “As far as Faith is concerned, she is untraceable, so we have no reason to believe that she is in any danger. But to be safe, we will have someone in the Southern Alabama chapter keep an eye on things around there.”
“Thank you , sir. I know if Ryder was here, he’d be happy to hear that you’re taking such precautions with his family.” I stand and extend my hand to him for a shake.
“Don’t mention it ; they’re family. We are all family and you know that.” He picks up the gavel and taps the table. “The official meeting of the Dueling Dragons MC of Yuma, Arizona is in order. First order of business is our brother Ryder is missing. He was picked up while transporting goods for the Russians. We’ve had a few guys on the streets say that there is talk going around about the Russians starting another fighting ring.” He puts his smoke out and exhales. He lifts his hand and points to three newly patched in brothers and then Flem, Cage, and me. “The six of you are going to attend a fight tonight in the desert. I want you guys to go there with your eyes and ears peeled, and do not engage in any fighting. Don’t draw attention to yourselves. They are the only lead that we have on finding Ryder.”
“What if we do see him or find him? Do we just walk away? How the fuck are you going to tell me that we have to just walk away from our brother?”
“Ziggy, you will observe. I would like to do this right. If you do see him there, take note of what’s around. We’ll form a plan and take action. We will be going to war, boys. This is something that I should have never let go on, but I listened to my former Vice Prez and now my current Vice Prez is fucking missing.” He slams his fist onto the table. “The second we get Ryder back here ,we need to get him patched in as the new VP. We can’t be having a half-full table of officers anymore. Ain’t going to fucking work.” He growls and picks up the gavel and taps the table. “This conversation is at a close. We will reconvene after you guys see the fight and we will go from there.”
Standing up from the table Flem and I walk out of the room. “Can you believe that if we see Ryder we can’t act on getting him back?