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Hawk
I am getting too fucking old for loud music. The speakers are booming right inside my head, making me sick to my stomach. I just want to pull out the gun and shoot at them until it all stops.
Another option would be to just walk out of the strip club, get on my bike and ride the fuck away.
Unfortunately, I can’t do either.
As a member of a motorcycle club, especially a high ranking one, you are expected to do what your president asked you to do. I am an enforcer for the Savages MC. And my president sent me here on a recon mission.
Our biggest rival is the Steel Lizards MC. It really suites them as they’re all slippery as fuck. It all starts with their president, Bricks, and his right-hand man, Snake.
For the longest time, we were under the impression that Bricks’ son, Wrecker, was the second in charge. He is the VP after all. Color us surprised when we heard a rumor that Bricks was making moves to get rid of his son, and not by just throwing him out of the club. No, he wants him dead.
There are a lot of moving parts there, and last we heard, Wrecker had been shot up in Illinois where he was going to pick up his son.
Rumor on the street is that Bricks sent Wrecker out that way to meet with someone from another MC under the pretense that they had information on us. But the point of it all had been to bring Wrecker back in a body bag.
“I don’t think he’s dead,” Winger, our club’s secretary, informs me. He speaks in the corner of his mouth while staring at his phone.
I bring the bottle of beer to my lips to cover them when I speak.
“How can you know for sure?”
We have to speak fairly loudly to hear each other over the thumping music. There is no one close enough to eavesdrop on us, however there are plenty of people capable of reading lips, especially in our line of work.
“There are no police records, no bodies found,” Winger informs me, never taking his eyes off his phone.
“That means fuck-all,” I mutter behind my bottle before taking another sip.
Winger’s shoulders shake a bit when he chuckles. “He made a call to get his kid.”
“After the shooting?” I ask for clarification.
“Precisely.”
I take another sip of my beer. It is warm by now, so I signal the wandering waitress for a fresh one.
“Devereaux is here,” Winger tells me calmly. Neither one of us moves. “He is in the back corner. His man is guarding the table.”
I nod, but don’t say anything else. Devereaux is the reason we are in this fucking place to begin with. He is the biggest name in the underground world, and nobody dares to cross him. He is good to you for as long as you return the sentiment.
Apparently, Bricks fucked up and thought he was smarter. He and Devereaux go way back. There’s some history there that none of us are familiar with. But because of that, Devereaux left Bricks alone for the longest time, despite all the terrible business decisions he’s made over the years.
Bricks’ luck has run out though. Devereaux is here to collect, and he will not rest until he takes Bricks out.
“I’ll go first.” Winger finally puts his phone away and stands up. Without even looking at me, he walks away.
Since I have to wait for at least ten minutes, and now I don’t have anyone to talk to either, I let my eyes wander.
I notice two members of the Lizards sitting right up front, staring at the stripper on stage. Sully and Puck. I know them both, and they are actually decent people, or at least as decent as life in a motorcycle club would permit you to be.
Puck always seems to have a smile on his face, walking around like he has no worries in the fucking world. Putting bullets into people’s heads on the regular doesn’t seem to faze him any. I guess that’s the way to go when you’re in the life.
Sully, on the other hand, hardly ever smiles. He is like this silent giant that always looks over Puck. It’s one weird ass relationship they got going on there. I keep on oscillating between them being a couple or just really best friends.
If they are a couple, that’s kept tightly under the wraps. Being gay in a motorcycle club, especially Bricks’ motorcycle club, would get them killed for sure.
