“Well boys that was some exciting shit now, wasn’t it?” 81 says pulling up a seat and spinning the top off of a large bottle of Jagger, the juice of the gods to him and Ghost I reckon.
Tipping a glass with just Jagger and ice in my direction, I hold my hand up, “Na, brother, I’m all good.” Nodding at me he downs the contents and refills it.
“So, boys, who’s mamma did one of your fathers fuck way back when to piss off the Mexicans? Last I heard on the street was the Devils Knights were after your pretty asses.” Lighting a smoke, I eye him over the table, blowing out smoke swirls in front of my face.
“You heard what exactly?” I question him as Flame moves in closer, his whisky siting on his knee eyes wide. We know we have a rat among us and I wanna know if the world also has ears on that too.
“Having a few mouthy problems from a few pretty wee whores,” 81 bites out as he leans back his tone is full of question and concern.
“What I wanna know is why are the bitches still alive?” Lighting a joint from behind his ear the weed crackles around the ember tip as he drags in deep, Hawk’s hand goes to Viper’s shoulder.
“We all know different shit, brother, and we are here to fight with you, for you and to stand by you. When shit gets tough, call out. We will be ready,” he states to his mate and fellow brother in arms. That’s the thing, we are all brothers bound by the law and the brotherhood handed down for years. We wear it on our chest with our patches sewn onto our cuts. The law strong, the loyalty is unspoken as the respect screams attention for us all to stand as one. We know so much about each other and that’s the way it should be. We look out for each other in more ways than one.
“I have no fucking clue what is going on, to be honest. The old man and Ace they are so tight lipped on all the different shit that has gone down and is going down. They won’t listen to me when I say a change is in order, you know, not to shut them down or take their patches just let us change as we need to.”
He points to Flame and me an continues, “For us with our knowledge and fresh outlook, let us assist in things. To run things different. You know what I mean, like fuck, it’s all been done before It’s all the same shit each damn day. We need different.” I watch my brother wince. He hasn’t had a shower, nor has he got doc to look at his wound that is still bleeding slightly but it’s fresh blood leaking to the surface over the drying blood from earlier.
“This new war shit, these Devils Knights, the fucking Mexicans and the Irish too, like fuck man, I have no clue what they all want, require or need. The Irish is easy, really. They want more territory, more money, more control. The Mexicans, that shit today was fucked. Same with a gun run we did the other month that went balls up then the warehouse job was a set up. And, well, you herd what happened there.”
He lifts his shirt to show the wound. Stitches popped; fresh blood covers the deep purple of the bruising.
“Fuck, Senna is going to kill you,” I say to him leaning into look closer.
“Wait what the fuck did you say?” Hawk snaps.
“Not you too?” he asks looking from me to Viper
“Yep only difference is I got a bullet for claiming the Prez.’s daughter. This cock waits till I’m shot by a separate bullet and fighting for my life to claim Saylor in the hospital carpark.”
Laughter breaks out around us. “Classy, brother, real fucking classy,” 81 says.
“Fucking rank luck for you though, Viper,” Hawk says as Flame stands.
“I’ll go grab the doc for Viper.”
He looks nervously around so I say, “Hahaha, sure you will, brother. Bet that’s not the only thing you wanna be grabbing.”
Winking at him he picks up a handful of ice and throws it at me. “Fuck up, dick breath.” His eyes smile at me as he walks away toward the doc’s room.
“Well, boys, it’s been a pleasure as always. Exchanging shit with you all it always ends in some sort of shootout, fight, drive by, blood bath and it reminds me why I love this shit so much.”
Nodding at him rolling my beer between my fingers, “Keeps the demon fed and all that shit.”
He trails off looking out over the empty hotel carpark to the diner. We sit quiet for a while, the silence heavy. Our minds are running over the shit, trying to process it and trying to find clues as to why this is all blowing up right now. It’s hellish, it’s bloody and it’s turning into a massive complication. We don’t need to be on the fucking cops or the FBI’s radar. Too much shit to lose with them breathing down our necks. That’s how accidents happen. That’s how shit goes south with actions that one can’t come back the same from.
Flame flicks some messages to Blade along with the photos and camera footage of today. Flame always wears his camera on his vest. He likes to record all the shit that normally he’s blowing up. Brilliant for an attack like today.
The doc cleans Viper up. He’s showered and had his balls handed to him by Senna. We heard it all sitting out here drinking and smoking weed. It’s been a long time since I just sat and chilled. Gives me time to think, time to digest and just breathe. The club is my home, my life. All I have known for so long but fuck at times it’s insane and suffocating.
***
Morning rolled around all too quickly and with it hit a hangover and headache. The sun was too bright, the air too thick with heat as we packed up to roll out and ride back home. Gives me plenty of miles to think. Plenty of miles to ride out this hang over. I have no clue how 81 just gets up and is like boom alert, alive and ready to fuck shit up. He was more fucked up than any of us when we crawled into bed only a few short hours ago. Hawk is going to ride back with us. Him and his crew want to see if they can’t help us with this war shit. The Reapers are heading back to NYC.
Loaded and ready to go we all shake and say see ya. I set Viper up in the van as he insists on riding his Harley. Hawk just shuts the door in his face and slaps the metal.
“Shut the fuck up. If I’m coming back to the AOS I ain’t coming back to two pissed off women that will eat my balls for breakfast if I let you ride in this state.”
Walking to his bike Hawk kicks it to life as Flame helps doc onto the back of his bike. Sick prick, he’s all gooey eyed and in lust. His cock loving the ride as much as it loves to watch shit burn.
