Page 57 of Static

"These your prospects?" Cypher asked with a grin. "Dick move making your brother and best friend prospect for your club, Brother."

Lockout laughed. "It was a dick move for them to wait so fucking long to join me."

Cypher held out his hand and I shook it. "Nice to meet you. I was beginning to wonder if you were just a legend."

He chuckled. "When you're busy taking care of all the messes these assholes create, there's no time to leave the fucking clubhouse."

Before I could respond, a commotion started up at the back of the group.

"Move," Cypher and Lock said at the same time. It was like double Moseses parting the Red Sea. Bikers stepped aside and at the end was Butcher and Scythe.

"Shit. Not good," Toxic muttered.

I glanced over at him. "Where did you even come from?" The last I’d seen him he’d been wading through bikers. Now he was behind us again. I hadn’t seen him circle around.

He didn’t bother to respond because he was already rushing forward, once more, trying to break up the brewing fight. He was too late.

"The fuck you just say to me?" Scythe barked. He was a big bastard. Like almost Hellfire sized, but mean as a rattlesnake. He towered over Butcher, but it wasn't like Butcher gave a shit about something as inconsequential as size.

"They're going to fucking kill each other," Idaho said with an interested look on his face. "Maybe we should let them go at it," he suggested. "I think I'd like to see who won that fight."

"Bad fucking idea," Priest said, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Cypher and Lock wade into the throng of people to help. "The collateral damage alone…"

"Should we help?" Ricochet asked.

Hush tossed one of our Berserker friends aside, sending him crashing to the ground. We all watched as the man rolled to his hands and knees and shook his head.

"If they need us," Smoke answered.

I chuckled and watched as the fight spread until the Berserker guys were even fighting each other. "Never a dull fucking moment."

"It'll help get out some of the piss and vinegar," Priest said with a grin.

Riptide snarled something at one of the Berserkers when he was lifted over the man's head.

"Is it even a party if there's no fight?" Hell asked with a laugh. He waded into the fray to help our VP before he was dropped to the ground.

"We better go," I told Idaho, who just sighed and nodded. We pushed and shoved our way through until we got to Butcher and Scythe.

Toxic was standing between them, his hands on each man's chest. "We're here to fight Fremont," he said, "not each other."

"Huh."

"What?" Idaho asked me.

"Toxic is being the voice of reason," I commented.

Idaho's brows rose and he shook his head. "Well, fuck me."

"Scythe," Cypher snapped. "Stand down."

Scythe growled something under his breath that I couldn't catch because he was standing too far away, but he took a step back.

"Good dog," Butcher sneered.

"Does Butcher know that guy has probably killed more than the majority of us combined?" Idaho asked.

I snorted. "Butcher's killed more than the majority of us."

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