“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 over the years and is going down now. 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 Capone an continues, “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. “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. Well, you heard what happened there.” He lifts his shirt to show the wound. His stitches are popped. Fresh blood covers the deep purple of the bruising.
“Fuck, Senna is going to kill you,” Capone says leaning into look at the opened wound.
I can’t help but be stuck on the name. Senna. Why would she be killing him? What is my brother not telling us?
“Wait! What the fuck did you say?” Hawk snaps. “Not you too?” he asks looking from me to Viper.
“Yep. The 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.” I laugh. This shit is good. You couldn’t write better if you tried.
“Fucking rank luck for you though, Viper,” Hawk says as Flame stands.
“I’ll go grab the doc for Viper.”
He looks nervous and Capone pipes up with, “Hahaha, sure you will, brother. Bet that’s not the only thing you wanna be grabbing.” Capone winks at him, then we all break out in laughter as Flame picks up a handful of ice and throws it at Capone.
“Shut up, dick breath.” His eyes smile 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.” Cap nods at me rolling his beer between his hands.
“Keeps the demon fed and all that shit,” I say trailing off as I take another hit of the joint. I pass it on to Hawk, who then passes it on to Viper. He needs a bit of herbal pain relief for what’s about to come.
I try to call Jade, but it just rings out. I text Timberly and she says she’s fine. She worked all day, then they hung out at the diner. That dick bag was still watching her place, but Jade seemed to know and was rather calm about it. That had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. She ain’t calm when it comes to him. I try her again and harass Timberly to go there. She won’t. She said the lights are out and Jade looks like she’s crashed already. She said that Jade was exhausted and seemed distracted. It has me on edge. I always listen to that feeling that hums at the base of your spine and jumps around in the pit of your stomach. Something doesn’t feel right with this.
***Morning rolled around I was glad for it. The other guys looked like death has warmed them up and spat them out.
“Wow what a pretty bunch of sad sacks we have this morning.” My tone is cheerful and has their faces clenching through what looks like one hella great hangover.
“You know for a bunch of bikers you really are shit at drinking and handling the next day,” I say pulling out a chair. That diner across the way is screaming at me to enter and drink its contents in coffee.
“You know for a guy who drank more than we did and crawled into bed a few short hours ago, you are pretty smart and far to healthy and happy,” Capone says to me, his head in his hands as his glassy eyes looking at me through spread fingers.
“What can I say. I was made for this life.” I smirk picking up a smoke from the table and lighting it.
“Who’s on the coffee run?” Hawk asks, scratching his inner thigh and positioning his package inside his jeans. I can’t help but laugh at him.
“You are an asshole,” I say, flicking a smirk in his direction.
“Oh, prospect,” he yells as a prospect from the AOS walks from the bikes toward us.
“You plus that diner equals coffee for us all.” He snaps his fingers and the prospect nods.
“You got it, brother.” With that he’s scurrying across the parking lot and across the road to the diner.
“See fellas, now that’s how it’s done.” We all just shake our heads and Capone moans about the sun being too bright.
The other prospects get the vans loaded and bikes ready. We all talk about the shit that’s going down. Hawk and his guys will go back to assist the AOS in this war shit. We all are involved now and I gotta let Bray know that war is brewing, and we will no doubt be called upon. We are the mother chapter now that the Lone’s lost Raven when that cock decided he wanted it all. That blew it into a shit show and fucked all that her father had worked his whole life for.
The sooner Bray pulls her back from the brink, the better we can pull the club back out of the ashes and have this shit spread out some more. She was one of the strongest presidents of a motorcycle club I had ever seen… and a hard-ass woman at that. What she was subjected to was heartbreaking. No one deserves that.
Plenty of miles to ride his morning and all I can think about is Jade. Hitting call on her name, it just rings and rings. This is weird. Cracking out my neck I mull over the last Seventy-two hours and what went down here and back home. How she was. That cock that’s harassing her. Fuck, wasn’t cutting her into angry slashes and kicking the life out of her not enough? There is only one thing for men like that and that’s a bullet in the head. I plan on doing just that. I will end this for her whether she wants it or not. I am a savage. A psychotic bastard who is darker than the pits of hell. Who gets off on pain, it’s a sick pleasure for a beast like me. And no one hurts what I love.
A few moments later we are all loaded and ready to go. We all shake and say see ya. I watch as Viper argues with Capone about riding his Harley and I can’t help but laugh at him.
“Pussy,” Hawk slams the van door shut on him and all we hear is mumbled abuse at us.
My phones pings with a text I pull it out. It’s Jade.
