Ghost takes the gun, and he cracks a mad boner over it. He holds it up to the light making the sun glint over the silver. Fuck, that is one sexy gun I have to admit and I know what all the boys are thinking. Their own obsession from boyhood is playing out in their minds. Guns. Bikes. Pussy and liquor.
“He has great taste,” I say to Hawk as his eyes follow the gun as Ghost wraps it back up and places it inside his cut.
“Well, boys, doing business with you is always such a cock hardening experience…” Before I can finish a wolf whistle from a prospect followed by open fire rings out as we all grab a gun. Flame pulls Viper back behind the van fast to get him out of the way as a fuck ton of Mexicans roll in from all directions even behind the shed and a few from the car that we shot up minutes ago.
“Whooooooa, a fucking party. Let’s do it, boys,” I scream pulling two of my pieces from my cut and opening fire. Flame and Capone follow suit. Knox and Hawk are already on the AKM’s and some prospects that we all brought open up using the supply of guns we all carry inside our vans for this type of shit. Dust flies up around us as the sound of gun fire ricochets out. For some fucking fucked-up reason Agony of the Damned by Toxic Holocaust starts to play around us.
Screaming and gun fire mixed with the strangled sounds of men hit, bleeding out all around us. I watch Cap as he opens fire while Hawk and I make a beeline for the cocksucker sitting causal as fuck on the hood of a black SUV. Time to get to the bottom of this fucking shit. I didn’t intend on walking into a war that isn’t mine to fight but I won’t fucking leave without blood on my hands and answers in my pocket.
This cock-bag is fucking smiling as men fall around him. We advance on him and all the boys fall in behind and follow us. Like lambs to a slaughter loyal to the end. But it won’t be us dying today.
It’s not long before we reach the smiling Mexican. Two of his men flanking each side of him, the rest laying in pools of their own blood. He begins to clap his hands as Capone’s gun raises pointing at his head. “Well done, boys.” He smirks out. I just stand there looking at him in awe of his complete and utter fucking stupidness.
Viper finally reaches us and flanks Capones side, his gun drawn and his other hand holding his side. Stealing a look down I see fresh blood and its oozing through his shirt and fingers. That looks fucking bad. “You’re fucked, Mexican,” I bite out as Hawk walks up closer to him, his gun right at the man’s temple. His men pointing their guns at me turn fast to point theirs to Hawk’s face.
“Easy, boys. Easy.” His hands go up to his men. “Lower your weapons.” His voice is cocky and smug, and his men do as they are told like good little lap dogs. Us, though, we aren’t owned by a cock for a human, so we keep ours raised and on them.
“Who the fuck are you?” Viper bites out sweat rolling down his face. “A ghost of your president’s past,” he spits at Viper’s feet. I crack my neck and pull my gun higher. I wanna blow this cunt’s damn head off for that act of pure disrespect.
“Spit at my brother again and you will be spitting through ya asshole for the rest of your life,” I growl out as Ghosts hand rests on my shoulder.
“Stand down a little, brother. We got this,”Ghost says into the back on me.
“We come with a warning that the blood shed years ago isn’t forgotten. Land taken, ruling stolen and life gone. I will avenge my father’s past. This is just the start.” He slides down from the hood, Capone’s gun right between his eyes, and he pushes forward. Cap could splatter his fucking brains all over us right now. And my demon is screaming for such blood to be shed.
Viper’s hand moves from his bleeding side to Capone’s shoulder steadying him, it kinda stops him from killing him. Lucky little bastard just walked away with his life and no extra holes in his body. “Leave it, brother,” his voice is forced through gritted teeth.
“You’re fucking lucky, Polla.” Capone spits at his feet.
“Didn’t know you knew Mexican, brother,” Hawk says. “I’m impressed.”
“Not the time, brother,” I bite out as Flames laughs.
“Well, it’s kinda a mood lifter, isn’t it?”
“Shut up,” one of the cock breaths minions yells out to us. His leader looks at him, and I watch as Capone’s gun follows his head as he moves, itching to blow the fucker away.
“Dile a tu presidente que vamos,”(tell your president we are coming)he spits, walking from us to the back door of the SUV. He motions with his fingers to his eyes back to us. “We are watching.” His face splits in a sick grin as he steps into the car. His minions follow, then drive off in a dust cloud. The space between us silent as we all look around.
“Anyone dead?” Hawk yells as we walk back to the vans and bikes. Viper is scratching the back of his neck; his face is pained with concern in his eyes.
“Well, that’s a complication, isn’t it? I kinda feel like I wanna stay and fuck up some Mexicans,” I bite out around an amused laugh.Looking at the men around me, I don’t see any amusement on their faces. Kill joys the bunch of them. I get off on this shit. This is what I do. Fuck shit up, blow shit up, shed blood. Destroy men and mangle their bodies – snap the motherfucker’s neck while getting high on the sweet sounds and smell of death.
“Follow us to the hotel,” Viper yells to the boys as we roll out leaving the carnage behind, they ain’t our men to clean up.
“Well, boys, that was some exciting shit show, wasn’t it?” I say pulling up a seat and spinning the top of a large bottle of Jagger, the juice of the gods.
Tipping a glass with just Jagger and ice in Cap’s direction, he holds his hand up. “Na, brother, I’m all good.” Nodding to him, his loss my gain, I down it in one gulp.
Then proceed to refill and repeat, repeatedly till my body hums with the light buzz.
“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?” Cap questions me as Flame moves in closer, his whiskey siting on his knee, eyes wide.
“Having a few mouthy problems from a few pretty wee whores,” I speak pretty damn freely more so now that I have a good chunk of that bottle of Jager in me. “What I wanna know is why are the bitches still alive?” I light a joint from behind my ear. The weed crackles around the ember tip as I take in a deep drag. Jade may just have my balls if I come back high and pissed so in that moment, I decide to stay another night. Watching the boys.
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 of 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.
