A Wild Ride (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 7]

Chapter 4: Two Hours, Too Many

Happy Tuesday everyone! A bit of an early update for you all this week! I hope you enjoy!

~Maggie~

"I'm confused," I announced, narrowing my eyes as I stared up at my father. It was early the next morning and he was once again questioning me about Owens drug supplier. I had been surprisingly sleeping when he burst into my room, waking me up as if there was a fire or some shit. Everything seemed fine when I finally came to. I didn't smell or see smoke, but the urgency in which Bear had forced me awake had been so intense, I could only imagine our fucking house was burning down. 

Instead, all he wanted to know where was where Owen bought his Coke.

How the hell should I know where he got it?

The only thing I knew was that he sold it to a good chunk of the state and that it supposedly gave you one hell of a high. I was never one to fuck around too much with blow, but from what I'd heard, it was the good shit. I hadn't done it in years, mostly because it was an expensive habit to upkeep, but also because I'd seen from growing up with the Tribe selling it, just how much it could fuck you up.

I was all about having a good time, but I knew myself and I was very aware of the fact that I could let myself get out of control if I made it a habit. Instead, I left it as a party favour that I would dabble with every once in a while, but I couldn't remember the last time I'd used.

I definitely hadn't tried Owen's shit, in fact, I'd tried to stay away from it.

I'd failed at that, obviously, but that was beside the point.

"Who were his contacts? Where did he pick up from?" Bear went on.

I shrugged. "I have no damn idea," I answered honestly. "He was just my boss," I lied.

"Didn't you say he was dating your friend, the girl you were crashing with?" He questioned.

He and Lizzie were certainly doing something, but I don't know if I'd necessarily call it "dating" in the traditional sense of the word.

"Yeah, but it's not like I kept tabs on the guy. Lizzie didn't talk about his work outside the bakery and I never asked."

In a way, I guess that was the truth too. Lizzie didn't know all the details of Owen's drug running so there was nothing for her to tell. I knew better than to ask questions, and what little I did know was just from what I saw at the bakery and the parties, which wasn't much to go on as far as who the supplier was. I had bigger things to be worrying about at the time than where Owen was getting his coke stash from.

"Maggs, this is really important," my dad groaned with frustration.

"I'm sorry," I shrugged. "I don't know anything that can help you."

"You're sure?" He pressed.

"Positive," I confirmed.

There was silence between us for a beat, both of us sitting on unspoken words. He wanted to push me further, I could tell, but he decided against it.

I, however, did not.

"What's this about?" I questioned. "I thought this shit with Owen was over and done with."

"Oh, he is dealt with," My father confirmed. "This is about the drugs. How he got away with selling within Utah is the issue now."

Utah was Tribe territory and all that shit, but there were a ton of other crews who dealt within the state. None were on the same scale as the Tribe or with the same quality from what I knew, but I had been gone a long time and I didn't know the specifics of how the Tribe dealt with this side of the business. I was only a woman, I wasn't allowed to know details.