He continued his pacing back and forth as another biker, much bigger and more menacing, walked in. “Did you fucking see this shit?” he growled, throwing an orange flyer on the ground. “They’re having anotherpeacefulrally. What biker wants to go to a fucking peaceful rally?”
“Let me see that shit,” Beretta ordered, forcing the other bigger biker to pick it up off the ground.
“Here, Prez.”
Beretta grabbed it and skimmed down the page. Then the most evil smile formed on his face. “Boys, I think we need to go to this thing.”
“What? Why?” AK asked.
“Because I think we need to cause a little trouble and bring those Celestial Sons down once and for all. Put a call into our “special friend” and figure out a game plan. We’re going to need his help if we’re going to create enough chaos to bring those assholes down once and for all. And while we’re there, we’ll be getting that bike by whatever means necessary.”
“How do you know it will be there?”
“Oh, it will be. They’re having a bike show, and if that motherfucker Scorpio is anything like his father, he’ll want that bike to be on display. It’s too pretty not to. And when those assholes are distracted, one of us is gonna grab the bike.”
“They aren’t going to let any of our guys just take the bike, Beretta. There’s no way. Besides, none of our guys know how to hot wire bikes.”
A lightbulb went off in my head. Like the woman Ivy said, every person had a talent, and my talent was boosting vehicles. I was about to pipe in when Beretta’s head shot up, his eyes narrowing on AK as his glare intensified.
“The narc is still alive?”
AK laughed. “Yeah, some of the guys have been fucking with him. He’s like our own personal punching bag.”
“Well, fucking kill him already. We don’t need any witnesses to fuck shit up for us.”
AK looked over at me, and without hesitation, pulled out his gun. “Kill shot in the head or heart?”
“Take off his head. He can’t talk without it.”
AK took off the safety and pointed it at me. “You should’ve stayed away, kid.”
“No wait!” I shouted, unable to move more than a few millimeters. “I have something you want.”
AK hesitated, glancing over at Beretta who was standing there with his arms crossed.
“You have nothing I want. You’re just some pathetic kid.”
But that wasn’t true. I had something he wanted very much.
“If you let me go, I’ll help you.”
Beretta and the other bikers chuckled. “Help me? Help me with what?”
There was a long pause before I spoke again, wondering if what I had to offer was worth the trouble. “If you give me my sister and let me live, I’ll get you whatever bike you’re after.”
“Oh yeah? How so?” Beretta actually seemed intrigued, which was a good sign.
“Because it’s the only talent I have.”
Beretta scrubbed his chin with the palm of his hand. “And what talent is that, exactly?”
“Boosting vehicles. If you let me and my sister go, free and clear, I’ll boost that bike for you, so it doesn’t leak back to your club, and you guys won’t get pinned for it. Think about it. They’ll automatically be looking to link it to you, but they’d never expect some punk kid off the streets to boost it for you. You could hide it somewhere and then display it when the heat dies down.”
AK nodded. “The kid has a point, Beretta. It’s not a bad idea.”
“Shut up,” Beretta snapped, instantly shutting down his other member. “All right, kid. I’ll give you one shot. If you steal the bike I’m after without anyone seeing you, and get it to me without the heat coming back on me and my club, I’ll release you.”
“And my sister?”
