"Anybody know what this is about?" Tyler asked, putting his arms out and laying his head on them. It had been a long couple of nights for everyone.
The officers sat around the main table in the clubhouse, waiting to see what they had all been summoned back for.
Liam shook his head, answering Tyler's yawn with one of his own. "There's no telling." He sat up a little straighter, stretching to keep himself awake.
The group looked up as they heard another person come through the door. William Walker strutted down the aisle, gazing at each of them before taking his seat at the head of the table. With the power of a president, he watched the group of men that had assembled, daring them to speak before he did. When it became evident they wouldn't, he started talking with the booming voice he used when he knew he had a great idea.
"Tomorrow night, the Vojnik are supposed to intercept our drug shipment. We're going to let them."
Mummers went up around the table as they all started to protest.
"That shipment is one of two going out, and the boxes all have tracking devices inside the cardboard. We're gonna let them get it and watch where they take it. Then we're gonna let them know that the reporter squealed like a pig."
Tyler winced. He knew the Vojnik, and they would not appreciate that she had shared information. His conscience prickled a little, but he couldn't let that show. That was a weakness he didn't want William to know about right now. "Good, she's been a pain in our ass for months." That should keep William from knowing what he was thinking.
William nodded. "This way we kill two birds with one stone. Maybe we can get her off our asses for a while and figure out where they're headquartering out of. Since their clubhouse got raided a few months ago, we have absolutely no idea what they're doing."
After hashing out a plan, the group broke up, each going their separate ways. Liam walked with Tyler to their bikes.
"I saw your face in there, brother. Does it bother you we're taking the reporter's tip?" Liam asked, covering another yawn with the back of his hand.
"It's not that really," Tyler answered, rolling his head on his shoulders. "I just have a bad feelin' about it."
It was a well-known fact in the club that when Tyler had a feeling, they better watch themselves. Everyone believed it had to do with his Native American heritage.
"For us or her?"
"Not sure. I can't seem to get a bead on it. We'll get a lot of information out of this, but we'll also put a target on our backs. I'm not sure knowing where the Vojnik are headquartered will be worth the risk. I mean, yeah, we'll be able to keep an eye on them and possibly stop their part of the drug trade, but at what cost? That's something your father doesn't seem to weigh very well," Tyler grinned.
That was the truth. As a leader William Walker had one glaring weakness, he never weighed the end result with the risk. It sometimes led to bloodshed and turf wars. At the very least, the consequences of this raid would be almost instant. They were potentially messing with the livelihood of another club. There would be retaliation.
"Are you gonna warn her?"
"I feel like I should. At this point we've got our hands full with the Vojnik. Trying to figure out where they're going with their operation and what they've got going on. I don't want to have to worry about her too, but I feel like the target we put on our back will be just as much on hers too."
Liam nodded. "You know what this feels like to me? A setup. It may not be, but it all feels too convenient. They tell her, and she tells us."
Those thoughts were what would make Liam a good leader when the time came. He wouldn't dare question William, but they very well could have just put themselves in a bad situation.
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Meant To Be - Heaven Hill Series #1
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