Bank and Saddle give him a nod of understanding, and we all know this could go bad, so it’s a good thing the women won’t be around for any of us to worry about.
Pens speaks out. “I’m going to lay a line across the incoming road. It’s a good cutoff point I have in mind, and if needed I can blow the road so they have no retreat.”
Bull chuckles, “You know we should have called him Fuse, Blast, Shrapnel or something instead of Pens.”
“Well, he does the business accounts, keeps all records and stuff. But I hear what you’re sayin’, he is a bomb expert and I reckon Fuse would have suited him,” I throw into the mix.
“I’m quite happy with Pens, and I’m keeping it.” Pens leans back in his seat, rocking on the back two legs. I see Griller looking and I’m not sure if he’s going to do it or not…but he must decide not as he pays attention to Whack again.
“Okay, I’m thinking this weekend we’ll sort the Cobras out. Cannon, get it organized and keep me informed. Bank, Saddle, make sure that the Old Ladies and Molly will be somewhere safe, and don’t know what is happening. Breaker, you keep your eye on Molly too, and for fuck’s sake get the patch on her back.” Whack smacks his hand on his desk. “Dismissed.”
Everyone walks out of the office apart from Cannon who sees I’m hanging back. Once it’s only the three of us I speak out. “Pres, we need to do something about Floss. She’s stolen my hoodie from my room and been wearing it in her fuckin’ room. I’ve given it to Pattie to get rid of.”
“She took your hoodie from your room? Then kept it in her room?” Whack is amazed at the stupidity of the woman.
“Yeah, that’s it, Pres.”
“You know if it weren’t for the brothers wanting them here I’d ditch these club women; they are not worth the hassle. Not one of us would marry them. Well, not that I know of, anyway. Can you imagine me taking one as the first lady of the club? Fuckin’ hell, we’d be the laughingstock of any MC that heard about it.” Whack smirks at his own comment, and although it’s not a nice thing to say, it’s truthful. “Okay, leave it with me, Breaker, I’ll sort this out.”
Nodding at Whack, then Cannon, I leave the office and hear Bear laughing with Wraith. “Hey, Breaker, my house has sold already. I just accepted the offer, and as it was paid for and they are paying cash for it, it’s gonna be done with fast.”
Walking over, I slap his shoulder. “That’s great news. It was somewhere you’d always associate with Angel, and you know it’s not easy to live with bad memories.”
“Yeah, I can see why my brother left her here because honestly, she’s been a nightmare to live with. She just won’t make anything of herself, even when she’s had good opportunities. Every time anyone has tried to help her she’s messed it up. I wash my hands of her just like my brother did.”
Bear walks away, and I look at Wraith. “Is he okay?”
Wraith nods. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. Not sure how he’ll be if we have to bury the bitch mind you.”
Before either of us can say more, the door bursts open and Pattie runs inside shouting, “HE’S HERE…HE’S HERE…”
I’ve got my weapon out before I even think about it, and keep it trained on the door. That’s where Pattie is looking, and she’s scared as shit.
“Who is here?” Wraith asks as he pushes her behind him, and he also has his weapon trained on the door. Brothers are appearing since they heard her shouting, and all have weapons drawn not knowing what is happening.
“My stepfather is here. I took Breaker’s hoodie to the charity place, and as I was heading back here, I was singing to myself…you know with my earbuds in, and he just stepped in front of me. I dodged and ran, but he was right behind…”
The door flies open before she can finish, and a dirty-looking asshole storms inside with a pistol in his hand. “Where is she? Where is the bitch?”
Whack appears from my right, and calmly asks, “Who are you? What do you think you are doing, barreling into our clubhouse demanding anything?”
Vortex walks into the rec room from the kitchen, and I can see he has a knife at the ready. We all know he can throw a knife accurately, and if he wants, he can have it buried between this fucker’s eyes without breaking into a sweat.
“I’ve come for Pattie. She’s comin’ with me…”
“Nah, she’s not.” Cannon steps forward, letting it be seen he’s not joking around. He’s got his weapon trained on this asshole along with the rest of us. “Pattie, you want to go with this fucker?”
“No, Cannon, I don’t,” Pattie whimpers, and she’s clinging onto the back of Wraith’s cut. Now, normally that would never be allowed. Nobody touches a brother's cut without his say-so, but we can ignore it under these circumstances.
We start playing the distraction game. I move to the left, making sure I have the idiots' attention. Prophet steps to his right, again making sure he sees him. Now, we can all see he’s starting to realize he’s in a dangerous situation, and one he may not get out of.
“Pattie, come on, you are comin’ with me.” He tries again, but Pattie stays right where she is, plastered now to the back of Wraith.
The door flies open again, and James rushes into the rec room, beaten to shit by the look of him. “You motherfucking wanker…”James shouts right before lifting a baseball bat ready to smack this fucker.
As this asshole lifts his weapon to shoot James we all fire. Now it’s loud, and when the fucker dances like a marionette with the strings being pulled we stop shooting at him. He’s full of lead, as the old cowboy movies used to state. Pattie is crying, and Wraith turns, tucking her into him, and holding her as she shakes badly.
Whack calmly states. “Get rid of the trash.” Before turning and heading back to his office as though this were a daily occurrence. I can’t help but chuckle because James is standing with the bat still in the air and looking pissed off that he never had the chance to use it.
