Chapter 39 Mafia

"In the past 4 months we've had seven overdoses. That's almost two per month! We haven't had an overdose since y'alls dads got rid of that last club." He explains.

"Drugs is one thing our club has always been against. One thing we won't put up with. A little weed ok, but no coke or any of that other hard shit!" Jag retorts.

"That's why my dad and now me always turned a blind eye to your gun running. You always kept it and the drugs out of our area." The sheriff replied.

"I don't want to know the details, but a heads up whenever you're dealing with something that might drag me into it would be appreciated." He explains.

"Will do." Jag replies.

"Here's all the info on the overdoses and missing women. The ages of some of them make me sick!" He replied handing Jag a stack of folders. "Don't worry they're copies. You need any more intel; you know how to reach me." The sheriff replies.

Jag nods his head. The sheriff gets up and leaves. The brothers are silent thinking about what they