“Wicked Warriors Whole,” the bros yell, fist-pumping and stomping our feet.
The brothers disperse, some to play pool, others outside.
I walk back to the bar to have a drink because it’s going to be a damn long night. I take the seat next to Rage.
“Fucker, are you all patched up,” I scoff, sitting on the stool looking at Spook. He brings me a beer; I grab the bottle, then take a pull.
“Blood, that was fucking insane. I didn’t see it coming,” Rage growls, peeling the label from the beer bottle.
“Fuck, that was crazy. Those motherfuckers appeared from nowhere, they were stealthy and wearing the fucking black Balaclava face mask, but they had on their fucking colors,” I say, running my hand through my hair.
“This is fucking war,” Rage says, pulling out his box of cigarettes, offering me one.
Of fuckingcourse, I take one lighting up.
“War is fucking livid; those sons of bitches set up the entire deal because you know damn well that the Midtown gang are not that sharp,” I say, taking a drag for the cigarette.
“Fuck, they took a shit load of Benjamin’s and product,” Rage says, taking a pull of his beer.
“They fucking did. They have to break them to get the DETS, and I hope it doesn’t take long because War wants us ready to attack as soon as we have the address of their clubhouse,” I say, taking a drag, inhaling the smoke, closing my eyes.
“Sounds good,” Rage says, looking at Spook, signaling him to get him another beer.
A few hours later.
War, Mayhem, Vicious, and Death walk down the hall and into the clubhouse looking like they're fucking ready to tear a new one to any fucker that gets in their path.
War whistles look around the clubhouse at the bros, stop in in the middle of the room, spreading his legs, crossing his legs.
“Church,” War yells, walking back into the secured area.
I follow the bros back to Church to learn what the fuck they obtained. This is going to be fucking interesting.
“Church in session! Update, we got DETS from Sam, the Midtown gang second, the leader Max was killed by those motherfuckers. Of fucking course, he cracked first since he’s a fucking pussy!
Sam verified that the Satanic Bastards forced them to work for them! The bastards took his sister to their clubhouse, motherfuckers. I would cave too if they took my sisters,” War snarls, cracking his neck.
“Motherfucker,” I growl, ready to kill them, just thinking of them taking my Baby.
“What is fucking awesome, and alarming is that we have the VP, which means that the fuckers feel right at home in our turf! I know that the Prez will come looking for him. The other fucker is the Enforcer! We’re keeping them alive because we’re not done with them. We did get more DETS, but we have the address to the clubhouse!
We need to get our money back and the fucking drugs! They can’t come in and take what belongs to the Wicked Warriors MC! I need you all to get ready; we need to get gone! We’re leaving in an hour,” War shouts, pushing off his chair and pumping his fisting hand.
“Fuck yes, hell yes,” the bros yell, standing, pumping their fist.
“Wicked Warriors, are you ready because we’re going after those fuckers. We’re going to rumble,” War shouts, his face is read, he’s fucking fuming.
“Hell yes, yes, right on, fuckingtastic, let’s get them,” the bros shout, nodding, stomping their feet.
“Bros, get ready, grab the ammo, knives, anything and everything to fucking kill them,” War roars, pumping his fist.
“Church is adjourned! One for all,” War growls, looking around the room.
“Wicked Warriors Whole,” we yell.
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