Free Blood (Dark Riders Motorcycle Club) by Elsa Day

Chapter 2
    I had never seen so many Tarantulas at once. It seemed like the entire club was there, rushing around at Venom's orders.
    What exactly did they have planned?
    It almost looked like they were gearing up for war. Cases of guns and boxes of bullets were leaving the clubhouse and being loaded onto cars and trucks. Even the bikes had more than their usual amount of firepower. But who exactly were they planning to go to war with ?
    I clenched my fists until my knuckles went white. My fingernails dug into my palm, breaking the skin just enough to hurt. The Dark Riders. They were getting ready to go to war with the Dark Riders. And there was nothing I could do about it.
    Venom brought me deep into the bowels of the club. I'd only been there twice before. Once as a prisoner, then once walking by on my way to the bar. Neither time was I able to get a good look. This time, it was the main attraction.
    Everyone was too busy to worry about me, so I could look all I wanted. In fact, it seemed like Venom wanted me to see what he had planned.
    He took me into one of the rooms where they seemed to have some kind of factory. The floor was lined with white bricks of what looked like powder. Some of them were wrapped in plastic and others were wrapped in brown wax paper. They had strange symbols stamped all over them.
    It was almost like a laboratory. I watched someone open one of the brick packages, chip away a chunk of the white stuff, and put it into two tiny beakers. Using tiny pipettes, they dropped liquid onto the chunks and stared at the glass. Finally, a bright pink color appeared and they smiled.
    Other guys were grinding the bricks into powder. They spread some other kind of powder on top of it and packaged the stuff into bags. More bikers were heating up some kind of liquid with the powder dissolved in it. Gradually, chunks of material appeared at the bottom of their transparent pots.
    Venom walked over to one of the stacks of white bricks. He pulled out a knife and jabbed it into the package. When he pulled it out, it was coated In white powder. Venom stuck out his tongue and dragged the knife over it. It was almost like he was licking a lollipop.
    "That's some good stuff," Venom said. Then he turned towards me. "Wanna try?"
    I shook my head, stepping back and bumping into someone who was rushing by. They gave me a look, but stopped when they realized who I was with.
    "I just thought you might want to see what this is all about. This is just the beginning of our production. Joel already has an entire room in the Dark Riders clubhouse full of this stuff. We even stamped it with their symbol, see?"
    Venom picked up one of the bricks and tossed it at me. It was so heavy that I almost dropped it on the floor. I looked at the package, and he was right. Staring back at me was the same image the Dark Riders used on their jackets.
    "When the cops find these, it will be a little hard to explain away those stamps, won't it?" Venom said. "And then when they are gone, we'll be free to make all the money we want with the rest of it. How much better could it get?"
    Venom laughed.  
    "We don't even have to get our hands dirty, and all the blame will fall on them," he said. "But that's not all."
    Venom grabbed me again and pulled me out of the room. The men doing their work didn't even look up as we left. They were too busy with their own problems.
    He took me down to a place that was a bit quieter. While the earlier rooms had been full of people running back and forth, there weren't many people here. It was darker. Calmer. Colder.
    As we walked deeper into the depths of the club, a smell assaulted my senses. It made my stomach heave, filling my mouth with a bitter taste. I knew that smell. I had smelled it before in that very same place.
    So when we turned to a row of what looked like cells, I wasn't completely surprised. A few doors down and we finally stopped. Venom slid the peephole open.
    "And this , is part two of our plan."
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