Page 10 of Falcon

We pulled into the busy parking lot. Even the shitty Atlanta strip clubs stayed busy, but doing business in a club was easy. The lighting was awful and the music was loud. Even if we had to make a little noise, nobody would hear us.

The bouncer recognized us as we walked in and he waved us inside. We’d head dealings enough times he must have assumed we were there for that, or the bouncer thought waving us in would keep him in our good graces.

We walked through the smoky club, brushing dancers off as we made our way to the back of the building. All the guys who worked for Blue, but stood around like they were just creepers, didn’t blink at us.

I wasn’t sure this was the right place to start. These guys weren’t on guard enough to have been involved in something against us, but we had to start somewhere. Even if he didn’t have anything to do with it, Blue might have heard something or could keep an ear out.

We made it to the back room and only one guy stood outside. “Hey, fellas. Blue didn’t tell me he was expecting anyone.”

Eagle got closer and I stood in the way in case anyone took a look down the hall. “We need to see Blue. Is he in?”

The guy guarding the door, I thought his name was Johnny, furrowed his brow. “Well, he wasn’t–”

Eagle threw a blow to his solar plexus. When Johnny leaned forward, Eagle punched the side of his face. Squatch and Rod, a member that had been patched in a few years, were behind me, so I moved in and opened the door. Eagle pulled Johnny in as we all piled through the door.

Another guy flew at me as I walked in, but I swung a closed fist at his face before he could even get his gun drawn. I pulled his piece from the holster and pointed it at his boss.

“Boys, boys, boys! Let’s all calm down. You’ll have to forgive my guys. They don’t understand business relationships. They just understand force and pussy,” Blue said as he sat behind his cheap wooden desk.

Blue was lanky and tall. He had dark, wiry hair that he kept pulled into a low ponytail, sallow cheeks, and thin lips with dark, beady eyes. He wore cheap suits and more gold jewelry than a WWE fighter.

Eagle tossed Johnny into a chair in the corner and walked over to the desk while I still had the gun trained on Blue. Squatch and Rod kept the guards at bay.

“Blue,” Eagle said as he leaned down. “Heard anything lately?”

Blue looked confused. “Heard anything? Like what, fellas?”

Eagle slammed Blue to the desk and held his face down on it. “C’mon, Blue. You know all the gossip.”

“You mean your guy Raven?” he asked with a quiver in his voice. “Terrible news. Such an upstanding guy.”

Eagle pulled Blue’s jacket by the collar, lifting him, then slammed him back down. “Are you being a smart ass?”

“Listen, we made deals with you. I’m not fucking dumb. I’d never fuck with Raven.”

I looked over at Eagle and his eyes met mine. The look in his eye told me he thought what I did…these guys didn’t do shit. Still, whoever did would hear about this and we could use it to our advantage.

Eagle leaned down to Blue’s ear. “If we find out otherwise, you know what’ll happen. If you hear or see anything we need to know. You know how to reach us.”

He let him go, and Blue slowly raised his head. “Yes. If I hear anything, you’ll be the first to know. I swear. You hear that, you knuckleheads?” he said, addressing his lazy guards.

I looked down at the gun in my hand. “This is nice. I think I’ll hold onto this,” I said as I looked at the guy I pulled it from.

His nostrils flared, but Blue said, “Dave,” in a stern tone and he didn’t move.

I tucked the pistol into my waistband before we rounded the corner. We walked to the parking lot with no resistance. As we mounted our bikes, Squatch asked, “Where to next?”

I looked at Eagle, our interim VP, waiting for orders. He sat with his hands gripping his thighs, his lips thinned. After a few beats, he slammed his fist down on his Harley. “Let’s go visit a few meth-heads. Someone has to know something.”

We all fired up the bikes and got ready to pull out. I didn’t know what we’d find tonight, but I knew one thing…we’d find who did this and make sure they met their destiny.

Chapter 7

Falcon

After a week of shaking down informants, dealers, and other club owners, we’d come up with nothing. One thing was sure, everyone knew we were on the warpath. We had also been taking shifts at the hospital, and Mama Hen was finally able to come home. I offered to pick her and Penny up in my cage. Raven had been just as protective with Penny, if not worse than Hawk, since she was his only daughter.

And I didn’t blame him. She was a smart lady, and pretty. Not pretty like the bunnies, but pretty like a woman on a sitcom. She had dark hair like her dad and blue eyes like her mom. She was just a girl when I started prospecting and I couldn’t see her as anything other than a little sister. Although now she was a college grad, going back for her master’s so she wasn’t exactly a child anymore. Still, Hawk was especially attentive to her and kept her away from us. He didn’t want her to end up like one of the bunnies.

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