Page 2 of Nitro

“Nitro, what do you want us to do with the bodies?” Rage asks from the doorway.

All the Purged members turn to look at me, crazed assholes waiting on me to tell them what fucked up thing they should do next.

“Burn them. Burn the entire fucking place down.” I take a drag of my cigarette and feel myself dying just a little bit more as they all hoot and laugh while they do exactly as I ordered.

Nitro

The location of the Purged clubhouse is exactly where it should be for a bunch of fucking snakes. Underground, with more than a dozen entries. I’m not sure what this place was before, but I think it must have been used by the military or something like that. I don’t know how long this place has been out of use, but all the facilities still work and even though the systems are outdated it’s become the perfect space for Rooster to run his club.

There is no way in without Rooster finding out and it’s pretty much naked to the eye from above. No one would ever be able to find it unless they already knew it was here, and even if they did manage to tell Rooster’s enemies, those trying to break in would be dead before they even caught a whiff of Rooster’s scent.

“Take all that shit in the back room to be catalogued. I don’t want to hear shit about things going missing.” I call out, making sure to watch as the rest of the crew that I was just with walks over to the back with all the goods we'd took from the clothing store.

The entire clubhouse is in a tunnel like system with a few hollowed-out tunnels that snake off from the main tunnel. It’s big enough to fit two trains from side to side. We’ve been using the hollowed-out tunnels on the sides for storage and for entertainment purposes. I hear a loud bang and I jump as the sound vibrates off the thick stone walls.

“What the fuck was that?” I duck slightly thinking that maybe the ceiling is about to give out. That’s what it sounded like anyway. I hear another pop and then the roar of people cheering. I feel my hands ball into fists and I take off to see what the hell Rooster has going on now.

Just as I’m about to move the tarp that separates the main hall from the entertainment section, Zero walks out. His face is swollen and bloody. I grab hold of him just as he’s about to fall.

“What the hell is going on in there?”

“Nothing man, I’m good.” He says as best as he can. The way his face is swollen keeps him from enunciating the words.

“Fuck out of here, you’re not good Zero. You’re fucked up. What the hell is going on?”

Zero looks down as if he’s embarrassed to tell me what’s going on in there.

“Spit it the fuck out. Why did they beat you down like this?” I shake him gently; I don’t want to do any more damage than already has been done.

“Rooster says that in every club there are the bitches. He says that I’m a bitch, and bitches take cock. I wouldn’t let them fuck my mouth so they beat me down.” He keeps his head turned away so I can’t see his face.

What in the actual fuck? “Are you serious?” I take a step away from him.

“Don’t worry about it. I’d rather get beat down than raped. I’m fine.” Zero waves his hand and walks off. I’d help him, but I can’t show that type of care. This isn’t the place to show that you have a heart.

I could go in there and tell Rooster that he’s out of his fucking mind. I push through the tarp and I see Limp with a long rebar. He is swinging it back and forth trying to get the crowd of savages away from him. They swerve and lunge for him, like he’s a woman and they haven’t had pussy in decades.

“What the fuck are you doing!” I roar out and push my way into the crowd. At first, they don’t acknowledge my presence, but I’m not going to just sit back and let some shit like this happen. Not today, not after already letting that kid get shot. They are going to have to go through me to get to anyone else today. I push Limp hard against the wall and pull my gun from my waist. They want to act like rabid animals, I’m going to put them down like they are. I shoot the four closest men directly in the head. As they fall the rest of the group of men start moving back.

“I heard you all are trying to make someone your bitch. Come see me then. You want to try and bitch someone out, try me. I promise I will put a fucking bullet in your damn heads before I let you do this shit.” I yell out and the entire room quiets down.

I hear someone clapping from the back. I don’t have to look to see who it is. Fucking Rooster.

“That’s what I’m talking about Nitro, get these pendejos under control. All of them out of their minds. I don’t know how anyone gets anything done working with them.” Rooster says from his seat, it’s higher up than everyone else so it seems like he’s on a throne. The man wants to be a king so bad when he should have never even been a fucking soldier.

“Get the fuck on, I don’t want to have to kill any more of you bastards tonight, but I will.” I glare at anyone that dare meet my gaze, challenging them to step toward me so I have a reason to blow their fucking heads off.

When the crowd begins to disperse, I make my way over to Rooster to see what he has to say about this shit. Not that he’s going to say anything that would justify this shit going down, but it’s always interesting the shit that comes out of his mouth.

“Nitro, brother. How did it go with Mr. Ichan?” He leans back and snaps his fingers. Within two seconds a cold beer is being placed in his hand.

I roll my eyes at his abuse of power. “He’s fucking dead. That’s how it went.” I snap at him. I know that I need to keep my cool, but it’s almost fucking impossible for me to do that with Rooster.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Well, that’s not our fault. We told him that he needed to pay up.”

I nod my head like I agree with what he’s saying. I don’t, but if I say anything different it might be looked on like I’m going against the patch. I know better. Besides, I have other battles I need to fight right now.

“Rooster, we need to talk about what the fuck is going on down here. The recruit process is getting out of hand.” I keep my voice down as to not draw attention to my words.

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