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well,” Leo said, his tone belying his words. He remained in his chair, as did Tuck and Two-Tone.
“Ron was wrong on this,” Two-Tone said. “I’m glad you stopped him. Killing drug smugglers and Coyotes is one thing, but killing kids is something else entirely.”
“Yeah, but he isn’t going to forget this,” Tuck added.
Leo looked at his hands resting on the table. “I’m sorry for putting you guys, the entire club, on the spot like this.”
Tuck smiled at his friend. “I would have voted the same way, even if it had been someone else. I agree with Two-Tone. Ron was out of line. The club needs to vote before we start gunning down kids. I can’t see anyone in the club agreeing with doing that. That’s crossing a line I don’t think anyone is ready to cross.”
“I’ll try to make it up to him.”
“You apologized to him, and to the entire club. You admitted what you did was wrong. That goes a long ways to clearing the air. Give Ron a couple of days to cool off and things will be better,” Tuck said. “I’ll talk with Fitz. He was there. He and Ron go way back. Get him to talk to him. Show him that he was wrong and you actually did the club a favor. If he had actually shot those kids, we would be voting to ban him, and I think we would have. Banning the President is some bad shit. ”
Leo snorted and pushed his chair back to rise. “Good luck with that.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Leo walked out of the clubhouse and straight to his bike. He had stirred the shit enough already today and the best thing for the club would be for him to get the hell away from there for a while. Tuck was probably right: Ron shooting the kids would have stirred up an even bigger shit storm, but he hadn’t, so now Leo was the bad guy.
Leo looked at the time on his phone. It was just past four. He smiled at the thought of Jamie. I’m going to go for a ride and clear my head. See if the road provides some clarity. It did once. Maybe it will again. Leo thumbed the bike to life and motored away, the big V-Twin crooning the classic Harley sound.
I used to be so sure that Lima 6 was right for me. But Ron is right. I have been pushing back. It seems the club is going in the wrong direction. We’re doing more good things than ever, but we are doing more bad things, too. Could it be me affecting me? Leo wondered as he danced the bike along the back roads around Vallecito. Look how I treated Anna. Have I become that callous? Or have I always been that way?
Leo was still lost in his thoughts when he passed a plain white Chevrolet Tahoe. He didn’t notice that the Tahoe had turned around until the short whoop of its siren caught his attention. He looked in the rearview mirror and could see the blue lights flashing in the grille of the hard-charging SUV. With a sigh, Leo slowed to a stop on the side of the road.
“I’m armed, officer Lundergrund,” Leo said as the ICE officer walked up beside him.
“I know, Leo,” the small strawberry-blonde woman said. She was dressed in her normal attire: blue jeans, western style shirt with the top two buttons open, cowboy boots, and her badge hanging on her belt beside her sidearm.
“Are you going to check my papers?” Leo asked. Officer Kary Lundergrund and him were old… friends.
“It’s not your papers I’m interested in, Leo; you know that.” The Immigration and Customs Enforcement officer said suggestively. “What I’m interested in is a couple of dead Mexican nationals discovered just across the border. They were shot – execution style: one bullet to the back of the head. Know anything about that?”
“No. Not my concern what happens on the other side of the border.”
“Funny thing is, Leo, there were a lot of tracks. Looked like there were a couple of vehicles there, something with dual rear wheels, and another vehicle with off-road tires. And there were a lot of foot prints. But there wasn’t a
“Ron was wrong on this,” Two-Tone said. “I’m glad you stopped him. Killing drug smugglers and Coyotes is one thing, but killing kids is something else entirely.”
“Yeah, but he isn’t going to forget this,” Tuck added.
Leo looked at his hands resting on the table. “I’m sorry for putting you guys, the entire club, on the spot like this.”
Tuck smiled at his friend. “I would have voted the same way, even if it had been someone else. I agree with Two-Tone. Ron was out of line. The club needs to vote before we start gunning down kids. I can’t see anyone in the club agreeing with doing that. That’s crossing a line I don’t think anyone is ready to cross.”
“I’ll try to make it up to him.”
“You apologized to him, and to the entire club. You admitted what you did was wrong. That goes a long ways to clearing the air. Give Ron a couple of days to cool off and things will be better,” Tuck said. “I’ll talk with Fitz. He was there. He and Ron go way back. Get him to talk to him. Show him that he was wrong and you actually did the club a favor. If he had actually shot those kids, we would be voting to ban him, and I think we would have. Banning the President is some bad shit. ”
Leo snorted and pushed his chair back to rise. “Good luck with that.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Leo walked out of the clubhouse and straight to his bike. He had stirred the shit enough already today and the best thing for the club would be for him to get the hell away from there for a while. Tuck was probably right: Ron shooting the kids would have stirred up an even bigger shit storm, but he hadn’t, so now Leo was the bad guy.
Leo looked at the time on his phone. It was just past four. He smiled at the thought of Jamie. I’m going to go for a ride and clear my head. See if the road provides some clarity. It did once. Maybe it will again. Leo thumbed the bike to life and motored away, the big V-Twin crooning the classic Harley sound.
I used to be so sure that Lima 6 was right for me. But Ron is right. I have been pushing back. It seems the club is going in the wrong direction. We’re doing more good things than ever, but we are doing more bad things, too. Could it be me affecting me? Leo wondered as he danced the bike along the back roads around Vallecito. Look how I treated Anna. Have I become that callous? Or have I always been that way?
Leo was still lost in his thoughts when he passed a plain white Chevrolet Tahoe. He didn’t notice that the Tahoe had turned around until the short whoop of its siren caught his attention. He looked in the rearview mirror and could see the blue lights flashing in the grille of the hard-charging SUV. With a sigh, Leo slowed to a stop on the side of the road.
“I’m armed, officer Lundergrund,” Leo said as the ICE officer walked up beside him.
“I know, Leo,” the small strawberry-blonde woman said. She was dressed in her normal attire: blue jeans, western style shirt with the top two buttons open, cowboy boots, and her badge hanging on her belt beside her sidearm.
“Are you going to check my papers?” Leo asked. Officer Kary Lundergrund and him were old… friends.
“It’s not your papers I’m interested in, Leo; you know that.” The Immigration and Customs Enforcement officer said suggestively. “What I’m interested in is a couple of dead Mexican nationals discovered just across the border. They were shot – execution style: one bullet to the back of the head. Know anything about that?”
“No. Not my concern what happens on the other side of the border.”
“Funny thing is, Leo, there were a lot of tracks. Looked like there were a couple of vehicles there, something with dual rear wheels, and another vehicle with off-road tires. And there were a lot of foot prints. But there wasn’t a
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