Rags pulled a thick envelope from his jacket and tossed it onto the desk. “Here’s the money. I didn’t want her coming here.”
“I understand,” Benny muttered, eyeing the envelope.
“Understand this—your business just shut down. You tell the MC Colorado’s off limits.” Tank stepped closer.
“They’re not gonna like that,” Benny said, sliding the envelope toward him.
“Didn’t think they would. You tell them the Insurgents MC ran you and those fuckers outta business. Got it?”
“Yes. I do.” He swallowed hard. “I still got a few customers to settle with.”
“Yours or theirs?” Rags asked.
“Mine. They came here to hide out… like Mrs. Cormick. I spend a lot of time and money tracking people down.”
“It’s a risky business,” Rags said.
“Sometimes you lose and sometimes…” Chas stared hard at Benny. “Let’s just say it doesn’t end well.”
“I’ll be gone by tomorrow. Noon at the latest. I swear this has nothing to do with Satan’s Heretics.”
“We’ll make sure of that,” Rags said. “If we find out you bullshitted us…” Rags let the threat hang.
“I’m not lying. I swear.”
Chas shoved the younger guy’s chair, and his head snapped up. “You better find another side hustle.”
“I was thinking that.”
“What’s your name?” Tank asked. “And don’t lie. We hate that.”
“Miles.”
“Last name?”
“Brammer.”
“Well, Miles Brammer we better not hear anything bad about you. Ever. Got it?” Tank dragged the side of his gun down the guy’s neck.
“Yeah,” Miles whispered, his body rigid.
“Good. Don’t forget it.”
“And we’ll take this,” Chas said, snatching the 9mm.
“But…” Miles’s voice died when Tank pressed the barrel of his Glock against his cheek.
“But what?”
“Nothing,” he muttered.
Rags glanced at Tank and Chas. “Let’s hit the road.” His gaze shifted back to Benny and Miles. “You won’t know it, but we’ll be watching you.” He pointed at Benny. “Your ass is out of our town at noon tomorrow. Got it?”
Benny nodded, though a faint scowl puckered his forehead.
“Good,” Rags said, turning away.
The bikers didn’t say a word until they left the building. Puck nodded when they approached the bikes.