First Ride (The Slayers MC Book 1) by Tara Oakes

Author:Tara Oakes [Oakes, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twelve Oakes Publishing, inc.
Published: 2015-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

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“You shittin’ me?”

He doesn’t look like he’s shittin’ me.

“You don’t want to pay our prices? We found another buyer. Pays double.” Anton’s always been a lousy negotiator. “One who doesn’t come in and shoot my men in the leg.”

“It was a fucking foot.” Chase corrects him and my men laugh from our side of the table.

Anton doesn’t look amused. “Free market. We sell elsewhere.”

The metal flip top of my lighter snaps shut. See what this fucker’s driven me to? I almost never light up anymore. Well, not cigarettes at least. He’s stressin’ me out.

“You know the deal, Anton. You sell us guns, we sell you dope. You wanna cut us off? Then we cut you off.”

He doesn’t look fazed. “Wonderful thing about this country. Entrepreneurs. Plenty of opportunity.” His thick Moscow accent rips through his words.

“Not in these parts, Stalin.” Uno feels the need to jump in. “We control the black market pharmacy around here.”

“Maybe,” Anton straightens his shoulders. “Maybe not.”

“You lookin’ to go back to the Kremlin in a body bag?” Chase is always quick to pull a trigger, and even quicker to shoot his mouth off.

“Enough.” I end the bullshit. “If you’re buying shit from anyone other than us, Anton, you may want to rethink it. It wouldn’t be a smart business decision. Could be the kind that gets you killed.”

The open threat causes the half dozen or so of dark-haired former soviets sitting across from us to ready themselves.

“Business relationships come and go, Dawson. Bigger and better opportunities come along. ‘Tis how you say? The American way.” His English needs a little work. Maybe a broken jaw would help? “You’re not the only game in town, anymore.”

Is that so?

“And who might this new competitor be?” I’m more than a little curious. Let’s just say things didn’t end well for the last guy who tried to push in on our business.

My Russian comrade steeples his fingers. “No names. Not yet. He says he will be introducing himself to you shortly.”

I’ll bet he will. While he’s at it, he can introduce himself to the barrel of my gun too.

“I think we’re done here, gentlemen. My boys will see you out.”

Looks of relief wash over the commies’ faces. I’m sure more than one or two of them doubted if they’d be getting out of here alive. Explains why they brought so many tonight.

“What the fuck, D?” Gryff whispers through gritted teeth as the last one of those Siberian shit-heads leaves the room. “You gonna let them get away with this?”

I sit back, staring at the door, rubbing my chin with my thumb and my forefinger.

“Too easy.” I strategize.

“Huh?” My VP voices his frustration.

“It’d be too easy to pick ‘em off right here. How many people you know that would walk into their own funeral? They got something up their sleeves. We strike first and we could be walking right into something.” A crowd of my men gather ‘round.

“I want to know who the new game in town is. I wanna know now.

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