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them to me, since you and I are working together? I think it might be best to keep this all in-house, as it were.”
    Hellions were biker groupies who hung around the club. They were nice enough women. Most of them were young, pretty, sexually uninhibited, and willing to please. Axel had partaken a time or two and while it eased his sexual needs, it hadn’t done much for him other than a physical release.
     “You lookin’ for a maid or a date?” Axel asked.
    Beauregard sneered. “I’ve always found sex and commerce don’t mix.”
    While he didn’t have any strong feelings for the hellions, he wouldn’t let them be cannon fodder, either. Working anywhere near Beauregard was a hazardous occupation, one guaranteed to get you six feet under or in jail pretty damn quick.
    “Nope. Not that I know of. Now, as fascinating as this small talk is, why the fuck am I here?”
    Beauregard smirked as he smoothed his tie. And took a long fucking time to speak. “Yes, I suppose we can’t chitchat all day. I have an assignment for y’all.”
    Here we go.
    “What kind of assignment?”
    Beauregard cracked his knuckles. “Oh, you know a drive down to Laredo and then a quick run over the border to pick up some cargo. Then make sure it arrives in Dallas intact. It should be pretty this time of year. Think of it as a sightseeing trip.”
    Axel had a feeling a felony was about to come his way. “And what are we protecting?”
     “Heroin.”

Chapter Three
     
    “You want us to be your drug mules?”
    “Oh, don’t be so melodramatic,” Beauregard said before taking another sip of his coffee. “I’m not asking your brothers to swallow condoms full of drugs. All you need to do is drive one little-bitty van back and forth across the border. And then truck it on back to hell, break it up, and make sure it arrives in Dallas on time.”
    “Why do we have to break it up?”
    “The DEA and police follow vehicles that come across the border, especially when they head to large urban areas. Places where you might sell drugs.”
    Axel snorted. “I see. You’re a drug dealer now?”
    Axel didn’t have a problem with weed. He considered it harmless. Especially because the club grew and smoked their own, but they weren’t funding anyone’s drug empire. And he sure as shit didn’t want to follow in Joker’s footsteps.
    Beauregard stiffened. “As a matter of fact, I find these types of jobs…distasteful. And it isn’t my shipment, actually.”
    Axel raised a brow. Well, what do you know? Dickhead has standards. Axel wanted to come across the desk at him, but settled for sinking his hands into the leather armrests. “I see. You’re loaning us out? We’re the errand boys for your Dixie Mafia buddies too.”
    Beauregard stiffened. “I have an arrangement with one of my business associates, a gentleman by the name of Cotton Krug. He has a somewhat higher rank than I do within the organization and I am…obligated to do him favors.” His lips twisted. “As a show of respect, of course.”
     “If you find it so fucking objectionable, why don’t you tell Krug to go piss up a rope?” His jaw tightened. If he couldn’t talk Beauregard out of this, the Horsemen would be forced to haul drugs across a heavily guarded border.
    Talk about mission fucking impossible.
     “I’d love to, but I can’t,” he said curtly. “As I told your mother, I’ve been reorganizing, making changes to the business. However, these adjustments take time and resources. And I know you biker boys like to think I’m evil incarnate, but everyone has to answer to someone. And unfortunately, Mr. Krug has a deal with the Tres Erre cartel.”
    “What? You’re afraid of this jackass or something?” When he didn’t immediately deny it, Axel’s mouth fell open in shock. What kind of psychopath would intimidate Beauregard?
    “Mr. Krug is…unpredictable. It’s in both our best interests to stay on his good side.” Beauregard crossed his arms over his