My brother and I were on a run to San Diego when I noticed the cartel tailing us. Ever since we’d rescued my sister, Dixyn, from their boss and killed everyone involved, they’d been dicking with us any way they could.
And I was getting pretty fucking tired of it.
“Three cartel behind us,” I told my brother, Raleigh, over Bluetooth.
He nodded but didn’t look.
I tried to think of the best plan as we continued to San Diego. I definitely didn’t want them to reach our destination with us, especially since we had an important trade with the Chinese. We could pull off at a gas station and confront them if they followed us, but they’d be stupid to stop, so that might not work.
We could also check into a motel for the night and take care of them there if they got a room.
Our meeting wasn’t until the next day, and we’d planned on getting a room anyway, so I decided that was the best course of action. We’d just pretend we didn’t know they were following us and attack when they least expected it.
“I think the best plan is to act like we didn’t see them, check into the motel as planned, then jump them in the middle of the night,” I suggested.
“Sounds good,” my brother responded.
We drove another couple of hours before we reached San Diego and pulled into the parking lot of the shitty motel we always stayed at when we came into town on runs.
As we got off our bikes and headed to the lobby, I noticed the cartel van pull into the bar across the street.
When we walked into the small lobby, the hotel clerk, Vic, greeted us, “Jameson, Raleigh, good to see you boys again.”
I grinned at the older man. “Good to see you, too, Vic.”
“Just the two of yous this time?” Vic asked in his thick Jersey accent.
I nodded as he slid me a keycard. “Yeah, quick in-and-out visit. But we have some unwanted company.”
Vic arched a brow. “You’re not gonna make a mess, are you?”
Raleigh and I laughed. “Hopefully not. Cleaner is easier.”
Vic sighed. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
I slipped Vic a few hundreds and smirked. “It’s three Mexicans in a van. Give them the room next to us, and we’ll be as quiet and clean as possible.”
His eyes narrowed, but he nodded. “I better not get any heat from this.”
“You won’t,” I assured him. Motel rooms had so much DNA all over them that it would be hard to charge anyone with anything.
“If I do, I’m charging you double next time.”
I laughed. “Always good to see you, Vic.”
I could hear Vic muttering as we walked out.
“He’s going to ban us one day,” Raleigh commented.
“Nah, he likes the drama, even if he’d never admit it.”
Vic always gave us the same room if it was available; first floor, last room on the end. I briefly glanced across the street to see the van still parked at the bar as we walked to our room.
Once we were in our room and the door was locked, I told Raleigh, “We need to keep an ear out for when they check in.”
My brother nodded as he plopped down on one of the beds. “I hope they’re quick. I want to see if that bartender is at the bar tonight.”
I chuckled. “That feisty Black chick?”
