I have no fucking clue why I needs to say that to her but as sweat begins to bead down my back and that pit of your stomach sick crept up. I just knew I had to give her something. Ghost is wrong - I could let go of the dead to love the living. Birds fly overhead squawking. As my eyes rise to them, I notice they are black crows high in flight. I crush my smoke under the toe of my boot as a van pulls in behind the bikes. I push myself off my bike, heading to meet the boys and see what type of shit-show this day is going to turn into. I can’t shake the feeling. It’s starting to taunt my mind. Its awoken the demon and he’s pacing to spill blood.
“Boys.” They nod at me. It’s then I notice Viper, my oldest mate along with Ghost and Hawk. Fuck, us four could fuck shit up back in the day but today my buddy looks like fucking death.
Pain and sweat etched over his face. “Brother,” they answer. Placing my hand toward Viper, he takes it and we shake.
I pull him into a bro hug. I feel his body wince into mine with the movement. I pat his back he sucks in a deep breath. “Good to see you, brother.” He says through gritted teeth.
“Good to see you’re still an ugly bastard, brother.” Laughter breaks out while Viper’s face pales from pain. Small beads of sweat roll down his face. Holding his side, Capone steps away from his bike wrapping his hand around Vipers side.
I watch him as he summons a prospect with a wrist flick. I chuckle to myself; power suits him.
The prospect brings over the chair that looks like it’s from a hotel room.
“Well, brother, pleased to see I didn’t disappoint you by changing,” Viper retorts
“Sucker for punishment I still see.” My eyes roll over Vipers rigid body as he lowers down into it.
“Always.” I shake my head.
“It’ll kill him one day,” Capone says to me his hand coming out to shake mine.
“Capone, my brother, you’re still much the same, too, I see. Ugly, fucking broody as ever and well, you’re a grumpy cunt.” His hand closes to a fist and punches me in the gut. The air leaves me as I fall forward to grab him around the neck. Closing my fist, I punch him in his ribs.
“Brother, what can I say, it’s a full-time job. No one is as ugly as you though, brother. You take being a dark psychopath to a whole new level.” Letting him go as Knox steps closer, his hand on his gun inside his cut and all I can do is laugh. Flame steps forward placing his hand out.
“Easy on your piece there, brother. It’s just a little fun banter,”I glare at him.“Stand down Knox. Me and these ugly mongrels go way back to when we all thought nomad was the way to go.” Cap shakes his head at the reminder. “Till we got the shit kicked out of us by our prez, and were told we stay put, stay solid or die.” Lifting one shoulder up Knox pulls his hand off his gun.
“I kind of like living too much and what would the world do without me in it to fuck shit up,” I say laughing.
“You mean women to fuck,” Viper chimes in as a prospect places the black duffle bags at his feet. Flame crouches down and begins to pull them out.
“Well that too,” I say to them my voice trailing off. It pulls at me that he still hasn’t moved past that crazy, dark shit that went down. I can see it in the way his eyes glazed over, and his face changed.
“Right, boys, let’s talk guns, yes?” Flame bites out. Hawk picks up one of the Assault Rifles that Flame just assembled, turning it over in his hands.
“Nice. This is nice. I may put an order in.”
“We have AKM Assault rifles. They have a stamped steel receiver with a slant muzzle brake. They come unassembled and in oil drums through the Irish pipeline that we have open.”
“Aahh, yes. The same Irish line that Bray is trying to establish for us,” I say as I take the second gun from Flame and holding it up to look it over. “Be mint to try before we sign up to their demands.” I open fire on the shed as they all block their ears. I pepper the old word wood and allow the bright sun to streak through the holes, which added some new life to the old shed.
I finish the clip and flex my hand for another. Flame hooked me up, then I set my sight in on an old car and peppered that abandoned car with a full clip. I like the way it feels, shoots and sounds. “These are the backbone to our gunrunning empire with these babies here coming in a close second,” Cap says as he passes me a Colt M4A1 Carbine with a M68 Aimpoint reflex optic, Knights armament RAS railed handguard and vertical forward grip.
“Ooo, no. This is a gun boner, brother. Look at this baby, she makes me hard with just the look and now for the feel.” I open her up and aim aimlessly into the bright as blue sky in the burning hell fire suns direction.
“ChaWow. That’s what I’m fucking talking about.” My eyes are wide, and a smile is splitting over my normal dark as shit features.
“The rest of the shipment are some Ruger AC556K with a short barrel 20 round mag, and a MAC 10 open bolt submachine gun. Perfect to slip inside your zipped cut to conceal while you ride out to shoot up some house in a drive by. That’s what I like the most about it. I can slip it in my cut and pull it out fast open fire and fuck off like I was never there.” Flame grins as he hands it over to Knox, who looks over it with fire in his eyes. “Then we have a Mossberg 590 with Ghost ring sights, Bayonet lug and speed feed stock; 12 gauge. This is my personal favorite,” Flame says passing it to me.
“Your hard on for guns matches mine, brother.” Hawk laughs taking it from me and opening fire into the shed. Sunlight filters through the thousands of holes now in the once solid building.
“Guns and bombs are kinda his thing,” Viper says winking at me. We are best mates, and he knows me well.
“Then, boy, you have your standard Beretta 925S and for the man, the killer himself, Ghost, we have at his request a sexy Beretta Px4 Storm.” Flame’s eyes glow as he unwraps it from the skull bandana.
“He had carefully wrapped it and carried it inside his cut this whole trip here,” Capone says as I eye the gun that was sexy as fuck too.
“Ahh, yes, for his personal collection,” I say winking at him knowing just what he intends on using that gun for.
