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The meeting ends and Louie, along with his entourage leave the clubhouse and our compound. When I know for sure he’s out of Fury’s territory is the only time I’ll feel relief. Once my mother and Savannah leaves the room, our meeting continues. “It goes down tomorrow night.” Dyke says. “We know of the location they will be taken to before the shipment moves out. They plan to smuggle the girls in a trailer with cattle. This is a typical delivery so border patrol isn’t going to be thrown off.”

“So you’re good with Louie?” I ask.

“Hawk?” Cut questions.

“I got nothing but a father who wants his daughter back. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary when he spoke to Bianca. I question why he didn’t ask about Savannah. I know if I were in his shoes, I would have asked why a woman, one who is not a member of the club, is sitting in on club or bounty business. But maybe because the girls were holding hands he thought she was support for your mother.”

“I agree with Hawk.” Cut says. “I didn’t get that he was up to anything.”

“Then we get his girl tomorrow night.” Dyke says.

“I cased the area where our contact informed us that they will be taking the girls.” Brass spoke up. “It’s going to be an easy in and out, if the inside is how I think it should be, but I can’t be certain. I’ve pulled county records and the plans show concrete foundation with nothing special. But they’re old and a lot can change over time. Bunkers could have been built, flooring brought up. All of that can be done without anyone's knowledge so because of that, there's still a risk going in blind.”

“Blind is the only way.” Dyke says.

“Yes. I don’t want to risk being seen so close to the deadline so I wouldn’t recommend getting any closer than what I did. Between the internet and the drone I flew through, it looks simple.”

“I don’t like simple.” Lick says. “Simple always comes with problems.”

“Problems you won’t have to worry about because you’ll be educating a certain oil heir the old-fashioned way.” I tell him.

“Sin’s right.” Cut states. “You’re going to be sitting this one out and doing what needs to be done to keep Redding from making any more problems for this club. Bubba’s going.”

Bubba's engrossed in his phone, not paying attention to the conversation going on around him. This is the second meeting that I’ve noticed he’s not participating in. “Dude, Bubba?” I question.

“What?” He doesn’t lift his eyes from his phone.

“Are you paying attention to what’s going down?”

“Yeah.” He finally looks up. “Lick’s standing back while I’m going in. It’s not hard,” he snaps.

I go to tell him a thing or two, but I’m cut off by my brother. “Enough.”

“Hey, Jenni.” I greet her as I enter the shop. I had her sit at the register while Bianca and I attended the meeting. I’m not sure why they needed us there. I didn’t even say or do anything.

“How is everything?” She questions.

“Fine, I guess.” I let out a yawn.

“What’s with you? Did you not get any sleep last night?” She winks.

“I did.”

“Did you now?”

“Any customers?” I try to change the subject.

“None. How does this place even stay open?”

“Sin is good at what he does, I guess. When people order custom bikes they pay a pretty penny for them.” I pull out a binder from under the counter. “Look.” I open the pages and show her some of Sin’s designs. “These are his. Not all of these are sold, but these are all designed by him.”

Jenni turns page by page and marvels in all of Sin’s creations. I was impressed the first time I came across this book myself. I had been snooping, but I didn’t have anything better to do and he wouldn’t talk to me so I kept myself busy. The bodies of the bikes always have smooth lines and clean edges. I know these aren’t his passion, but he has such a talent that you’d never know it. “These are crazy good.” She continues to flip through the pages.

“Aren’t they.” I pull out the laptop that I’ve been using while I’ve been at the shop. “See here.” I browse through multiple websites of companies who either use custom parts or make custom bikes. I’ve been looking into spreading the Fury brand. I believe in Sin’s abilities and the guy’s work ethics enough to want to get them noticed. Not everyone in the club gets involved in the customs builds. Cut doesn’t have any interest in working on anything that’s not his. Dyke says his tinkering days are over. Brass is too busy with the other end of the business to play with this side. Bubba, he doesn’t care to do much more that what’s necessary. Lenny, the prospect, he does most of the grunt work around here. That’s where his roles end. But Sin, he creates such beautiful objects. Lick, he’s a whiz at engine building and Hawk, he’s good with his hands. He can bend and form metal like nobody’s business. They each have their passion in the builds and I think they’re good enough to get some attention.

“What are you doing, Savannah?” She asks.

“I’m researching.”