Alex

"That's absolutely ridiculous. You've been smoking too much weed, that shit is really fucking you up." Gin scoffs, and we walk behind Clean as he takes us on a fucking journey to the backside of the property. We've been here a few years already but with all the conflict around us, Prime has barely had a chance to make any modifications to the surrounding land. Archer joined us from the service, and he's been itching to get a better perimeter set up. The man is absolutely anal about our safety. He's going to be good for us I can tell.

", you believe me right?" Clean looks over at me and I simply shrug. I don't understand why anyone would be dumb enough to plant something in their enemy's backyard. Why the fuck would anyone want to do that?

"You guys have no faith." Clean huffs out and continues to storm in that direction.

"Of course, we don't have any faith, you spend all your time trying to find a club bunny to fall into or a fucking pizza to shove in your mouth." Gin bites out.

"I gotta eat and I gotta fuck." He shrugs one shoulder and I can't help but laugh. I wish we could all have his carefree attitude.

After walking a bit further he finally stops and points to a spot near a patch of brush. It's overrunned with weeds and full of debris.

"Clean, there's nothing there." Gin throws his hands up and tries to walk away.

"For fucks sake, just help me for five minutes, if there's nothing here you can go about your boring lives. But if you want to get a little filthy with me...?" Clean's voice trails off, and he waggles his eyebrows. Which only cause me and Gin to groan in annoyance.

"Shut up, where did you see it?" I ask. Early this morning Clean told us that he'd been taking a piss out of his window of all places, and he saw some random person digging in our backyard. By the time he got downstairs the mystery man was gone.

The three of us start digging in the area where Clean saw the trespasser rooting around.

"Holy fuck, you can't be serious." Gin calls out while he pushes away some dirt, and we see a large brown package.

Someone really came into our territory and made it a drop-off. This is fucking crazy. I stand and wipe my hands off on my pants. When I came out here I thought we'd find some stupid box with a dead cat in it or something but from the look of this package, it's no household pet. That only means Prime is going to be pissed off.

"What the fuck do you mean someone stashed two kilos of coke in our backyard? Who? Why the fuck weren't we all called to action when it was fucking happening?" Prime roars and we all flinch. The man is in his late forties, but he's still as brutal as he ever was.

"My bad Prime, I didn't know what I was seeing until it was almost over. I was drunk out of my mind." Clean offers.

"Of course you were. You're always fucking out of your mind Barry! Fuck." Prime runs a hand over his face. "Who do we think did it?"

Prime looks over to me and then to Max, our Sergeant at Arms.

"I have several guesses but if we step to any of them it means a nasty fight." Max responds.

"We just fucking got a bit of peace. We've barely got to a place where I don't have to call lockdowns every five seconds. What the fuck!" Prime roars again. Ever since his granddaughter was born Prime has been trying to get the club out of trouble and on good terms with all the surrounding MC's unfortunately that dream has yet to come to fruition.

"Okay, fine, we have to be very careful about what we do. I don't want this blowing up, and we start a war with the wrong fucking club.

"Either way we're going to war. "

"No shit, I just need to make sure that we're going to war with the right crew. What the fuck is the point of getting on good terms with a crew If we're only going to accuse them of doing some shady shit in the next breath." Prime says.

I scoff and look away but I don't say a word.

"You have something different to say ? Please open your fucking mouth and tell us all." Prime crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me.

I respect Prime, and I understand he's all about the brotherhood and our way of life but part of me feels like all this talk about trying to maintain peace makes us look weaker. I'd never fucking tell him that though. I'm not an idiot.

"Prime, I'm with whatever plan you got but it seems like whoever thought it was a good idea to dump that shit here wasn't really concerned about playing nice with us." I keep his gaze for a second before I look away. I don't want him to think I'm trying to go against his word. As the President, if Prime told us to run around with our dicks swinging in the wind we'd have to do it because his word is law.

"We'll play it safe for now, but once we find out who this is then we'll show them how much of a fucking mistake they made underestimating us." Prime nods once and he turns to walk back to the clubhouse.

As I watch him walk away for the first time instead of the strong proud man I've grown to respect as a mentor and a leader I see a tired man. He's been fighting a long time and from the looks of things, it seems like the fighting is far from over.