About three years ago, Prince took over the club when Dozer got locked up for murder. Dozer is a young guy and claims his innocence even after being inside for the past three years. We still don’t know exactly what happened besides Dozer was the only one found in a room with three guys from another club dead. Of course, the president was passed out and doesn’t remember a thing.
Prince is Dozer’s son and a shoe-in to get president while his dad is away. The lawyers said Dozer’s going to be in there for life and he’s never coming out. I hope that’s not the case because he was a great president. Loyal and fair to the point of being a boy scout.
We are an outlaw club, though. We have patches on our cuts and they aren’t for starting fires in the woods. Well, some are.
I nod. “Look, we need to be careful with the chick. Apparently she’s rather young and the chances of her knowing where her father ran off to are slim to none.” Her dad was a piece of shit who didn’t care enough to protect her. He left her hanging in the wind as he ran off to wherever he did. That fucking asshole.
“That fuckstick ratted out our guys and they are waitin’ trials. We’re not gonna be nice to some little girl,” Kip chimes in with a growl. Kip’s an older brother who used to be president back in the day. He stopped leading when his arthritis took over his body. He’s more of a “behind the scenes” type of guy.
I will say something about him, though, he will fuck your shit up. We’ve got into it before about club business and he beat the shit out of me in the ring.
All the guys grumble. Prince pounds his fist into the table to get our attention. “The longer we sit here with our dicks in our hands, the longer this guy is in the wind. We need to go to their house and talk some sense into the girl. No unnecessary violence!”
I nod my head. I like violence as much as the next guy, but fucking up a girl because of who her dad is will not help us. On the bright side, she’s lost all protection from the Spiders MC and is now in the breeze.
“Let’s roll out,” I mumble while getting out of my seat. I slam the rest of my beer and slip my cut around my shoulders. I’ve been working out and the leather doesn’t give so it’s tight around my chest. I’ve been meaning to get a new one but the cuts are sacred and only one person can make them.
It’s not long before we are on the road and driving towards the rat’s house. Standard formation used to be Dozer in front but since he’s locked up, it’s now Prince. I’m next to protect the president’s back. Also, since I’m the enforcer, Prince trusts me to watch his back for him. There’s no telling what these bastards would do to him if they got a clear shot at his back.
All twenty-five of the patched in brothers are riding down the road and I love watching people stop and look at us as if we’re something different. Sure, we operate on the other side of the law and we’ve all killed to protect our colors…
Yeah, we are different.
Prince signals for us to get into a line behind him because we are nearing the street where the girl lives. I never lived in a residential area and the thought of living so close to someone irks me. I don’t know. I want to be able to light up a blunt on my front porch whenever I want without neighbors bitching.
Or… well, you know.
We park about half a block away from the rat’s house to not spook the girl.
Dismounting his bike, Prince walks over to the rest of us as we follow suit. As he talks to us about how to handle this mission, I load my gun. I know we said no fuckin’ violence and I hope there isn’t, but I need to be sure. The last thing I want to do is get shot again.
“The girl is probably afraid of us and she’s going to be hiding. I think the best option is to scare the shit out of her and maybe she’ll talk.”
I shrug because there’s nothing else to do. I can’t argue with him even though I think she would talk if we asked her. I have a feeling she wasn’t very close with her rat of a father to begin with and his skipping town didn’t help their relationship.
All twenty-five of us have our guns pointed at the unassuming suburban house in the middle of a quiet neighborhood with our fingers on the trigger. The deafening sound of guns firing is enough to make anyone take a look and no one dares to stop us from shooting. We shoot until our clips are empty and there’s nothing left to shoot besides our back up guns.
“Go check the house!” Prince instructs as he walks up to the house too.
The front door is locked, making me shoot it to get it open. We storm through the quiet house which is now filled with bullet holes and shell cases.
“Fan out!” Prince says with his finger in the air to show us where he’s going. “If you find her first, don’t try to talk to her!”
If I find her first, I’m going to do whatever in my power to make sure she’s safe. Some of these guys are pretty hard up and I don’t need an innocent little girl getting caught up in this bull shit.
The guys are smashing through her house trying to find where she is or any clues to find her. The man was a biker who betrayed his club, he had to have some sort of safety room in here. That is what I would have if I were stupid enough to betray my club.
As they crash and knock over everything in the house, I walk close to the walls in case I see something that doesn’t fit in. If there’s a secret room, it would have something that sticks out. A wall which is slightly pushed out more than the rest of the wall.
“Hey!” I yell loud enough for everyone to hear me over their smashing. “Shut the fuck up for a second!”
A piece of furniture hits the ground and then there’s silence all around. I place my hand along the wall in hopes of feeling something that sticks out.
“What are you looking for?” Prince asks next to me.
“How many of us have a secret room in our house in case some shit happens?”
Everyone of the brothers nod their heads in agreement. “Exactly. That rat mother fucker must’ve had something. Wherever that room is, that’s where the daughter is,” I instruct.
