“Sounds like a good solution. Absorb before we have problems.” Cherry’s mind raced ahead. “What about the ones I’m chasing?”
“They’ve been removed from the member roster. Atlas informed each of the men what the outcome would be if they didn’t immediately return to the clubhouse. That handful of men are who refused. They’re no longer in a club, rival or not.”
“So now they are individual assholes who need to answer for their sins. Got it. Can you tell Pony to expect a cleaner call in a few?”
“Will do.”
“And what’s happening with the rest of the ASMC there in Baton Rouge?”
“They’re going to need a good Enforcer lesson or two.”
“Of course they are. Maybe I can find a good apprentice in the ranks soon.”
“If it’s a heavy burden, brother, we should talk.”
“I found my guy, man.”
“I’ll let Ruger know we need to have a confab.”
“Okay, I’m going to go deal with these assholes.”
He hung up as he twisted and pointed to Jinx. “Hey, Savin’ Bacon, there are two drones ahead that are parked over the top of two men you need to bring in. Don’t care how you do it, long as it gets done.”
“Understood.” Jinx pointed to two of the men in his crew and they had a quiet conversation while Cherry glanced at the other men.
“There’s Tannerite laying around inside the clubhouse. That kinda precludes going in guns blazing. Use chains if you think you’re controlled enough, otherwise it’s going to be an old fashioned knuckle sandwich beatdown. Anyone have questions?”
No one raised a hand, and he nodded. “Let’s roll.”
***
Cherry stood with hisback to the clubhouse wall, listening to the conversations going on inside.
“Those IMC pussies aren’t going to do anything. We’ll own Red Stick before you know it.”
“ASMC in charge. Changes are going to be happening, brothers. We’ll lay down the law to everyone on two wheels.”
He couldn’t identify the two speakers. Probably Apollo and Dillinger, but it didn’t really matter, they were openly discussing attacking his club, his brothers.Make bad choices, get shitty prizes.
He pointed at the front door, then at Salty and Jinx. A finger pointed at himself, and the rest of the club were directed around the corner to where the back door was. Both were open, pulling fresh air through the club.Typical bayou life.
The sound of movement came from inside the clubhouse. Cherry lifted a fist and looked around, then pumped it twice. They were inside in moments. The chaos was divided between the doors, as expected. He saw Salty throw two punches and take down his man. A man with terror on his face approached and Cherry cocked one arm back, meeting the man’s momentum with his own. He went down like a broken marionette.
Another man tried to run past, and Cherry grabbed his arm, swinging him in a half circle. Doodle was there with a hammer blow, and another ASMC reject hit the dirt.
Silence fell around him, and he looked back and forth. “Not a single shot fired. Love it.” Two IMC men had taken a knee, and he pointed towards them. “Get some aid going.” Doodle nodded and moved towards the two men, but then paused.
“Uh, Enforcer? I’m thinking you need some, too.” Face bloody from a split lip, Salty appeared in front of Cherry and steered him back against the wall.
Cherry pushed against the hold. “Get off, brother. I’ve got to deal with final arrangements.”
“You’re bleeding, Enforcer. Let’s give it a gander. Long as you’re not spurting, I’ll back off.”
Cherry held the edges of his vest out wide, letting Salty have access to whatever he’d seen.
“Survivors need to be restrained and taken outside.” He motioned to the two members riding herd on the failed lookouts. “Take them out back, too.”
“You’ll survive.” Salty backed up. “I’d like to get it packed, but that can wait. You’re not quite bleeding like a stuck pig. I don’t like it, but you should go and carry out the judgement.”
