Page 6 of Nitro

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about.” I get excited and pull Rooster into a bro hug. He doesn’t need to know that just touching him is enough to make me want to fucking vomit. My mind is going a million miles a minute. Shit is hard enough trying to keep Shepard informed on what is going on while we are underground. Though now that Rooster is moving us out of state it’s about to be fucking impossible.

I’m about to be fucking screwed.

Nitro

Rooster is quick to move out from the underground space. Him and I go through all the Purged members and decide to only take the ones that would really be able to help our goal. Rooster’s goal is to make a name for himself in the auction circuit. That's not going to be possible if we had all those assholes running around like it’s fucking Lord of the Flies in here.

Rooster, Zero, Lefty, Gunny, Limp, Rage, and myself are the only ones from the Purged that are allowed to go to the new clubhouse right now until everything is set up. He leaves Mike at the underground clubhouse to make sure that we at least keep that space available.

Rooster also has a few other members that are already down there. I don’t know if it’s because he knows that he’s going to be working with a different caliber of fucked up people or because he is just getting tired of the assholes he'd let in the club, but it seems like Rooster is calming down.

I had tried to get in contact with Shepard before we left, but there's no window where someone wasn’t in my fucking face. It takes us about six hours to get to the new clubhouse, but when I see the new compound, I’m actually pretty fucking impressed.

It’s about forty minutes away from the town of El Dorado, and the building itself is surrounded by a hundred acres on each side. The compound itself has two floors above ground and it looks like the outside has been redone. The best part is around the building itself, a reinforced steel wall. It’ll be almost impossible for anyone to break in without all of us knowing about it. I'd thought the clubhouse underground was a nightmare, this shit is hell.

“How the hell did you even manage to get this shit done?” I ask as we pull our bikes to the designated parking on the property. There is a door that leads into the warehouse directly to the side of the area.

“You sound impressed.” Rooster says over his shoulder as he walks with us into the building.

“Fuck man, I am. This shit is cool.” I mean it. The first floor is one big open area, aside from what I’m assuming are the bathrooms. There is a large kitchen in one corner and a huge dining area with a table that could seat at least twenty. In another corner is what looks like two custom-made sectional sofas and a TV that I’m sure is at least a hundred inches wide. It’s like a fucking movie theater.

On the other side is another set of couches and a row of four stripper poles that glow neon red every few seconds. There is space for DJ equipment, but there is none there now. Finally in the last corner there is random entertainment equipment, a pinball machine, a pool table, and a bar top. It would be possible to fit at least four fucking houses in this place it's so damn big.

“This is what the fuck I’m talking about! The Purged is coming up!” Lefty claps his hand and walks off toward the bar area.

“Nitro, come on upstairs. Let me show you, your apartment.” Rooster gestures with his chin that I should follow him.

“Apartment?” This shit's more intense than the fucking clubhouse the Spawns had. It's a similar layout, but so much fucking bigger. I follow behind Rooster as he walks up a set of steel stairs. The second floor is lined with concrete. There is a small open area with another large table set up, this must be where Rooster is going to hold church. It’s different since church is usually held behind closed doors. Along the perimeter there are doors that lead to what I assume are the apartments that Rooster is talking about. He pulls me to one with the letters VP on the door.

“This is you. Try not to fuck it up. I went through a lot of fucking trouble to get this shit in here.” Rooster raises an eyebrow before he walks away from me and goes in another door, except on his is the word, God.

I stay still at my door for a second just to see if I can hear what’s going on behind Rooster’s door. Except the second his door closes and I hear the lock turn I can’t hear anything that’s going on inside. It must be soundproof.

That’s good to know.

I walk into my apartment and am shocked yet again. There is no way Rooster was able to get all this shit done, not by himself. It must have been the other Purged members he said would be joining us here. I don’t think I’ve ever had a place like this in all my fucking life. Once this shit is over, I would look into getting myself a house like this. That is if I make it out of here alive.

The bedroom is simple and has a large king-sized bed with a plain wood headboard. There is a large TV and two dressers. The closet is empty, but it would be able to hold my wardrobe three times over.

Even the fucking bathroom is large. I turn on the shower head just to make sure that it works and I’m greeted with a blast of hot water. Coming from the underground clubhouse to this it feels like the mother fucking Four Seasons Hotel.

A bright red light flashes above me and a knock on the door breaks me from my ogling.

I rush to the door and swing it open. Rooster is standing there with two bags.

“You see that light?” He points up at the red light that is still flashing.

“Yeah, what the hell is that? Trouble?”

“Could be, when you see that light, you move your ass. All these rooms are soundproof so you won’t be able to hear if someone is screaming. There are alarm triggers all over this place, it’ll be the only way you know if some shit is going down that you need to be aware of.

I nod taking in the information.

“Here, we got business.” He hands me one of the bags and I sling it over my shoulder.

“Already? We just got here.” I say, but follow him anyway.

He turns around quickly and glares at me, “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean Nitro? You think because we’re just moving into the nice big compound that the fucking business stops. It never fucking stops and you need to get that shit through your fucking head. We got business so let’s fucking go.” He looks me over one final time before he turns and continues to walk away.

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