Banger limped away from the glass area and sat down on the floor.He carefully pulled it out and threw the stained glass away from him while cursing a blue streak.He hobbled over to a broken chair and sat down the best he could.He ripped his sock off.Fresh blood seeped from his shoulder wound now and Banger had to rip the bottom of his shirt off to wrap it.
The chair beneath him suddenly collapsed and Banger yelled again.A large splinter got shoved up the inside of his thigh, right through his jeans.His eyes rolled up in his head and he groaned as he slumped to the floor in utter, unbelievable pain.He rolled around and actually cried like a little kid at the unfathomable pain he felt.He knew he had to remove the huge splinter of wood before he could get mobile again.“When will this fucking torture end?”
“When you die,” a voice whispered.
His head shot up.“That sounded like...”
“It is me, brother.”
Swallowing hard, he asked, “Richy?”
“Yes, Virgil...”
“I did what you said and I got nowhere,” Banger told the voice.
“Yeah, we saw,” another voice spoke now.
“Deven?Is that you?”Banger asked.
“Yes, what’s left of me,” this voice replied.
“I-I thought it was just me going crazy before in prison.When you two spoke to me.Y-you are dead...I’m sorry that—”
“We told you what to do and how to do it.”
Banger nodded.“I tried.The plan got all messed up.”
“Yes, we saw.”
“Call Finn, he will come get you.”
Banger froze at Deven’s idea.“Yeah, he owes me.But I can’t use my phone.”
“Look around, brother,” Deven said.
Banger knew he could not actually be hearing them again.But he did as they told him to.He finally got to his feet and was hobbling around the room.His jaw hurt, his balls hurt and his foot was bleeding.His shoulder was killing him and his hand was beginning to throb more and now his thigh was stinging like it got burned.Not only that but he had no wheels to get back to Boston.
As he walked he kept his eyes down to the floor and he finally saw something that reflected in the light.He bent down and realized it was his phone battery.“Well damn, those voices may not be real but they were right.”He picked it up and blew the dust off.He reached into his back pocket, took out his phone and installed the battery.When he turned his phone on he realized he didn’t have enough battery left to make too many calls but he reasoned he only needed the one call.
He searched his contacts and found the one he wanted then he hit the call sign.
When Finn answered the call, he asked, “Man Virgil, how are you still alive?”
“I need a fucking ride back to Boston,” Banger grumbled.“Those fucking pigs put sugar in my tank and I lost my wheels.”
“That is bad but at least they left you breathing.”
“I just need to get the fuck out of this town.Nothing has gone right since I got here.I’ll text you with the address.”
Finn sighed.“I just cannot believe you man.You shouldn’t have—”
“Yeah, I know but I have to make this right.My brothers died for that gold,” he told him as he actually looked around at the empty warehouse expecting to see both of his dead brothers.
Finn sighed.“Alright I’ll come and pick you up, but I do it cause I still owe you for saving my life all those years back.”
When the line went dead, Banger put his phone away and sat down again.He took his small jackknife from his front jean pocket and flipped it open.He muttered to himself about the Sin’s Bastards paying for everything they did to him as he dug the inch long...inch wide splinter from the hole in his jeans.His pain level was so high that he didn’t even feel this procedure.He tore another piece of T-shirt off and tied it around his thigh.
Gazing down at his sock covered feet, he began looking for his boots.They tossed his phone battery, maybe they tossed his boots here too.He felt another chill go up his spine.Holy fuck, he hoped his brothers wouldn’t talk to him anymore.But he knew they would until he made this right.No one knew that was why he kept at this.Yes, he could live it up with that gold, but it wasn’t about that.It was his brothers.He believed they would not rest until he found it and gave it to their kids.Just like the family vow dictated.He had no choice, but it wasn’t like he could tell anyone about them pushing at him.They would put him away again, only in a fucking straitjacket this time.
