Warlords MC – The Complete Series

When Deuce answered the call, he was leery and Traven didn’t blame him. Without any pleasantries, he just asked straight out, “I know you may not be interested but I need your help.”

Deuce was silent for a moment, “You need our help?” he paused. “We don’t break the law and we aren’t vigilantes.”

Traven ignored this. “Have you ever heard of a drug called Afternoon Delight?” Traven asked. Silence on the other end of the line told him they had. “How about a group calling themselves the Black Thorn?”

“Never heard of them,” Deuce finally answered.

Traven heard enough noise in the background, so he knew Deuce had called in his brothers to listen in. “Do you know anything about an MC called the Minions of Hell? They might be based in Denver.”

Jack snorted. “They are based in Denver but they have chapters all over the states, why?”

“They bring the drugs in from Denver then distribute them wherever they need to go. I have a witness that saw four of them in a survivalist camp, Snake, Raz, Thumper and a man named Chewy.”

“Chewy? Is this witness sure that’s his name?” Ace asked.

“Yeah, why?” Traven wanted to know.

“Because if it’s the same man that I know, he’s supposed to be dead.” Ace growled. “At least, he should be. He was picking up Afternoon Delight from a local and wearing the local MC colors.”

“Well, he might have been checking out the competition,” Traven voiced his opinion. “He runs the drugs up from Denver.”

“According to the prez of the MC here, Chewy’s been up here for six months, and he came up from the Denver area. The Pres down there was cleaning up his MC but Pepper never did run drugs. When he found out Chewy was picking up, he was pissed.”

“Whatever, but he’s been seen in Shadow Camp,” Traven assured him.

“Give us a call in about an hour,” Ace suggested. “We should be ready to go by then.”

Deuce got back on the line and asked, “What made you call us in the first place?” He wanted to know.

“I thought this might be connected to your local drug problem. And also the other group you have been after. The one with the names of weapons.”

Deuce paused. “How did you know about that?”

Traven knew this question would come, “I found everything there was to know about you and your brothers, the minute you stepped into Luna’s life.”

“Ok,” Deuce replied. “I get that.”

Traven went on, “I never heard of the Black Thorn group but I’m sure we will discover a link to tie them together.”

“Yeah, if it furthers our mission, we can’t ignore this possibility.

“How’s Luna?” Traven asked.

“She’s good. She tells me that she wants to know you better. She wants to know where she’s from and who her family is.”

Silence went over the line.

“I want to know her too,” Traven finally broke the silence on his end. “You know I used to watch her sometimes. Both her and Collette. Collette was the quiet one and she always obeyed the rules that fucker set for them but Luna always found a way to mess that up. I was always proud of her for that.”

“She’d love to hear that, man,” Deuce told him quietly.

“When this is all over, I’ll make the time to tell her,” Traven promised.

“Give us an hour man, then call back and we’ll make our plan.”

Traven ended the call.

When he joined the others, he looked over at Venom. “I called in a group that may know something about this. They call themselves the Warlords and they’re ex-military.”

Venom nodded. “We know who they are.”

Traven frowned. “What do you mean you know who they are?”

Flint stood tall and crossed his arms over his chest. “We ran a background on them boss. Did you think we didn’t know about your sisters?”

“You guys knew the whole time?” Traven asked in astonishment.

“Of course we did,” Heathen assured him. “She was important to you, she’s your blood man. We did a little digging and found the truth. We just never knew why you didn’t bring her in sooner.”

Traven ran his hands over his head and glared at them. “That bastard had a standing order that if anything happened to him, his men would cut the girl’s throats before they did anything else. I couldn’t do anything until the Warlords brought down his empire. They did that a couple of weeks ago. I killed the old bastard myself. I killed his second in command too and let me tell you they both got what they deserved. In Spades.” He looked over at Winter and saw her face paling. He wouldn’t apologize for his past but he would never hurt her. He knew she’d already formed her own opinion about him and what he just said would confirm it. The Reaper. Yes, that had been a theme of his life for many years.

Winter kept staring at him.

He never cared what anyone thought before. Not about him as he always did what he felt was needed. But now, he felt he should explain what drove him to do some of what he’d done. “The world out there has plenty of evil in it. Most people want to do good and we don’t have a problem with that or them. But when we see evil, we do try to stop that.” He shrugged. “Sometimes, it takes killing to stop the evil.” He paused then added, “Can you and your brother live with that?”

Will reached up and took her hand then turned to Traven and his men. “We know all about the evil out there and yes, we can live with the rules. You seem like good men, working for a good cause and I’m proud to be here.”

“Even if we end up taking out your older brothers?” Traven had to know.

“Our older brothers made their own bed and now, they have to lie in it.” Winter raised her chin up. “They walked away from us a long time ago.”

“Besides, they murdered our mom and our dad,” Will turned his gazed back to the news, “And now they blew up our house, thinking we were inside. To my mind, they got whatever you got in mind for them coming.”

Traven turned back to Winter. “Tell me about this man they call Chewy?”

“Chewy?” She frowned. “He used to come and go but lately, he’s been there full time, why?”

“Because the Warlords knew him. They said he was part of a local MC. But that one doesn’t run drugs.

“Wait a minute,” Winter whispered, “Do the Hell’s Minions have a ghost riding a bike on the back of their cuts?”

The room went quiet.

Looking around, Winter stared at the men glaring back at her. “What? What did I say?”

Phantom, Venom and Flint stood up and turned their backs to her.

Blinking hard, she gasped. They all wore this ghost riding a cycle on the back of their vests.

“Is this what you saw him wearing?” Traven asked.

Nodding, she replied, “The first few times I saw him at the camp, he was wearing a vest like that. It’s only been the last two or three weeks that it changed. He now wears the same um… logo, the other MC members there wear.”

There were curses and fists pounding on tables in the room.

Traven frowned and looked around. His crew looked pissed and he couldn’t blame them. A drug runner had been wearing their colors. This had just grown from a huge problem into a staggering one.