A new shipment was pulled off the boat. Your men dragged the shipping container into the middle of the warehouse. No one used this dock or building anymore, so your illegal activities could be hidden away safely.

The Spades Motorcycle Club doesn't take kindly to people running shipments or doing anything that wasn't approved by them. Too bad for them. This town was big enough for the both of you.

You'd expected to see the club President, Gore, sniffing around. His lack of presence meant they knew. Maybe they'd known about your activities the entire time. No need to worry about it. You'd be making your next move sooner rather than later.