Redemption

Joker hated waiting.

When he was Vice President of the Raiders MC the guys waited for him and hung on his every word. All he had to do was nod his head, or crook his finger and his every damned wish was met. He’d lived that life for over ten years and the power and notoriety was a tough habit to break.

The wooded area surrounding the Raiders’ clubhouse in upstate New York provided the perfect cover for the surveillance van while being close enough to receive perfect reception on the black and white monitors.

Joker shifted in the uncomfortable bench seat of the van he’d been forced to sit on for the last forty-five minutes. But since his girl, Daisy, con woman extraordinaire, was scamming Digger, the psycho president of the Raiders,

Joker felt compelled to watch this shit go down. Especially since she was doing it for him.

“I don’t get it.” Sheena, Daisy’s best friend and fellow con woman, nodded toward the monitors. “Why would anyone want to be a biker? That clubhouse is a shithole.”

Joker once called the tumbledown building home. He’d grown up in the club, then swore to defend his brothers.

Until that turned out to be a joke on him.

“It’s supposed to revolve not caring about society’s rules.

Being loyal to your brothers and living free.”

Sheena whipped her head in his direction. “How’d that work out for you?”

Not good.

A month ago, his thirteen-year-old son, Derek laid in a hospital bed hanging onto life with a bullet hole in his chest because of a power struggle between Digger and Joker.

Luckily, the kid survived but that was one grudge Joker wasn’t willing to forgive or forget.

“The living free part gets a little fucked up when you got an egomaniac like Digger running the show,” Joker said.

Joker could handle anything Digger sent his way but using his son as a pawn in their dirty game went way over the line. So far over the line that when he contacted their charter club, the Las Vegas Serpents, they were more than happy to step up.

It seemed Digger’s shady deals threw shade on everyone, and Cobra, the president of the Serpents was more than happy to help take Digger down.

Joker peered out the window into the pitch blackness. He’d given his whole life to the club and thought that living as an outlaw biker was the only thing that mattered. Until it wasn’t.

“It’s the egomania that’s going to work in our favor.” Sheena adjusted the monitors, and a picture flashed onto the screen.

It showed Daisy and Rattler, the Serpent’s road captain, sitting at a table in the Raiders’ clubhouse.

Joker stood as much as his six-foot four-inch frame would allow, and tried to stretch the kink out of his spine. He leaned over Boa’s wide shoulders to get a closer look. The Serpent’s tech genius who assembled most of the equipment resembled a prize fighter, not a computer geek.

Digger entered the picture heading straight for Daisy. Shit, he hated seeing his girl having to deal with that scum, but she assured him she knew what she was doing, and this was the first step in taking Digger down.