Jesse and Flint have been grooming him to take over the club’s gun running division since he came back to town. With his military experience, he is by far the most qualified man for the job.

“If we shut everything down, we take the chance of losing face with the other MCs, our suppliers, and our distributors,” Jesse says. “If at all possible, we need to keep the guns going.”

“I agree,” Toby says. “We’ll need to shake up our schedules though. I’ll alert the suppliers tonight.”

Rocco finishes with the stack of photos and slides them across the table to Toby. I glance over his shoulder while he leafs through the pile. Most of the photos are of middle-aged men with short hair, glasses, and dull facial features. They look like worn-out tax accountants. Toby slows down to look at a photo of a prim young woman wearing a tan business suit buttoned up to her neck.

“I bet she’s a lot of fun,” Toby says sarcastically.

I laugh and take a closer look. The woman’s long hair is pulled back into a bun.  Wire-rimmed reading glasses cover part of her face. She isn’t wearing any jewelry or makeup. She reminds me of the girls in the high school Math Club. Then I notice something familiar about her eyes.

I grab the photo out of his hands to take a better look.

No way. It can’t be.

“Fuck!” I blurt out. “She’s already here. Damn it! I can’t believe this.”

Flint leans over and snatches the photo from me.

“Who? This girl?” he asks. “How do you know?”

“I’ve already met her. She had a flat tire up on the mountain and I stopped to help her out. Trust me when I say she doesn’t look anything like this now. She’s hot and sexy as hell. I wouldn’t have recognized her except for her eyes. I’m absolutely sure it’s her.”

“When was this?” Jesse asks.

“Yesterday,” I answer. “I was on my way back from my regular weekly cash drop.”

Flint jumps up and runs his hand through his hair, an old nervous habit of his when he’s stressed out.

“She set you up,” he says.

My mouth drops open and I stare at him in shock.

“No way! What are you saying? That she faked a flat tire?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. You were coming back from a weekly drop. The ATF must know your schedule. She was waiting for you and you fell right into her trap.”

I slump down in my chair. “Well, this sucks,” I say. “I can’t tell you how upset I am. I was planning on getting a piece of that sweet ass.”

“Sam!” Jesse snaps at me. “This is a serious situation. Quit thinking about chasing pussy.”

“Never,” I say.