Page 73 of His Loyal Rebel

Chapter 26

Whip

Priest planted his elbows on the table. The Tarkio officers and the top ten members by seniority filled the room.

Whip had listened to the options put before him. What Priest described was a world none of them knew. Roles would shift, and the power on the insides of the prisons would dictate who controlled the outside.

It was the opposite of how things were done now.

Having been in prison, he understood how control moved in waves within the cells. Up until now, what happened on the inside never spread to the outside.

"As you can see, if Tarkio and Moroad come to an agreement, everyone incarcerated outnumbers all other groups within the different penitentiaries," said Priest.

"What about Reds and Blues?" asked Rick.

The street gangs throughout three states usually kept to themselves. They worked with Mexico and had control of the illegal drugs on the streets. On occasions, Tarkio and the gangs were known to cut temporary deals out of respect for each other's territories.

"Currently, we would have enough to influence their activities." Priest looked around the table. "For this to happen, there could be times when we'll need more men on the inside."

"Fuck," murmured Paco beside Whip. "How will that be decided? Some of us have kids involved. We can't separate families."

Recently, Paco had announced Josie was pregnant. Whip understood his concern. The last thing he wanted was Rick going back inside and leaving his sister and their kids.

"Obviously, if we need to send anyone in, it'll be singles first. Tarkio takes care of families, and we'll do whatever we can to keep them together." Priest pointed at Whip. "Rick and Whip will be in charge of correspondence with those in prison, making weekly trips. They'll let Walker know what needs to be done, and he'll pass it on."

The news wasn't a surprise to him. Priest had pulled him and Rick into the meeting room beforehand and gone over the idea. Because they'd both served time, they knew the codes and could have conversations during visitations without anyone picking up on what information was passed back and forth.

While he had no desire to revisit the penitentiary, it was a job for Tarkio he couldn't refuse. He could see the benefits.

With Moroad Motorcycle Club inmates and Tarkio inmates siding together in prison, they could control the Cusclan members on the inside, keeping those threatening the club on the outside in line.

Twyla would be safe.

His sister would be safe.

The club would be safe.

The job put him in a position that kept him on the outside.

"What did Walker say about the job?" Curley thrummed the table with his thumb. "He's risking adding more years to his sentence."

"He's on board," said Priest.

Hell of a risk. Walker was currently serving a twenty-five-year sentence. By now, he had no life outside waiting for him. Walker deserved his freedom. He'd lost half his life already.