Chapter Six
Diablo stood inthe back of the room with his feet apart and arms crossed as Steel hit the gavel against a wooden block. The brothers stopped talking and focused their gazes to the front of the table where Steel and Paco stood.
“Heard you had some trouble with the Pistons on Saturday. Paco filled me in on the details.”
“Those fuckers know better than to be in our territory.” Rooster Mike’s comment set off the brothers and they began cussing and yelling death threats.
Paco put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. “We know the fuckers shouldn’t have been there, but we gotta figure out what the hell they’re gonna do. From the way the brothers who were involved in the fight told it, the Pistons got their ass beat.” The room was filled with cheers and hoots. “We can celebrate that in the main room after church, but we have to figure out what’s our next step.”
Crow stood from his chair. “Steel’s right. I know these sonsofbitches from when I lived in Arizona. They’re not gonna forget.”
“And we know they’re still pissed about us shutting down their strip bar last summer,” Army said.
“Maybe they’ll get the 39thStreet punks to hit us,” Chains said.
“No way they’d let inexperienced wannabes do their job. Anyway, there’s no satisfaction in passing off the hit.” Diablo pulled out a chair and sat down.
Steel nodded. “Diablo’s right. For now, the club is on high alert. Check out every single chick before she walks into the club.” Cue Ball, Eagle, and Jigger groaned. Steel gave them a hard look. “I know it’s going to be a pain in the ass on the weekends, but the club’s security and safety are number one. I’m going to have a couple brothers on Raven and Breanna. They’ll trade off with the prospects, who’ll be keeping their eyes on Shannon and Sam.”
“I can watch my own woman,” Tattoo Mike said.
“You’ll go fuckin’ crazy if you’re with her twenty-four seven,” Brutus replied. Chuckles circulated around the room.
“With her working in the ink shop, Sam and me spend a ton of time together. If I need the help, I’ll let you know.”
Steel nodded. “Okay. You gotta watch your kids too. Same goes for you.” He glanced at Rooster Mike. “We’re here to help. I don’t want anyone getting hurt, especially the old ladies and kids.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if the Piston shits knew some of our brothers were going to be there on Saturday. It just seems like something’s off here,” Paco said.
“I was thinking the same thing.” Diablo leaned his chair back against the wall. “And they came after our brothers arrived.”
“And when you were out back,” Sangre added.
The members began talking amongst themselves, their voices and anger bouncing off the walls as the minutes slipped away.
“We gotta take them down before they come for us,” Crow said.
Steel shook his head. “We’re not ready to start a war, but this makes me think that we’ve been too lax in building up our arsenal. We’ve had it pretty quiet since we put an end to the Skull Crushers.”
“Agreed.” Paco looked at Diablo. “Who do you think would’ve told the motherfuckers that Night Rebels were at the fights?”
Diablo pressed his lips together and ran his hand over his smooth head. “It had to be someone who knew the brothers were going to be there. It could be someone at the fights because our guys were there the week before. Not sure who it could’ve been, but I’ll look into it.”
“Maybe the Insurgents can help with finding out what the Pistons are up to. Hawk’s good at finding shit out about rival clubs.”
“I’ll talk to him. In the meantime, we’re on high alert. I’m putting Paco, Army, and Chains in charge of getting some arms deals. We gotta make sure we have the weapons if we end up going to war with the fuckers. I’ll also give Banger a call and see if he can lend us a hand. The Insurgents may have some guns they want to unload. That seems to be all for now. Church is over.” Steel brought the gavel down; the meeting was adjourned.
The brothers went to the big room, their low voices buzzing like a swarm of bees. They were all concerned about the unknown. The only thing that was certain was that the Satan’s Pistons would strike.
“I wondered when the Pistons were gonna come calling. The chickenshits waited a long time to strike.” Crow took the beer the prospect placed in front of him.
“And on Saturday, they ran off like the pussies they really are,” Goldie said.
“I don’t think they figured there were that many of us.” Muerto lifted his Dos Equis to his lips.
“That’s ’cause there were only five of us the Saturday before. Some fuck definitely tipped them off.” Army pounded his fist on the bar.
“You’re right. I’ll look into it, and when I find out who it is, I’m gonna crush the fucker.” Diablo slammed his empty beer bottle on the bar and it shattered.
