Page 13 of Fighting a Riot

Fuck, was he ever in trouble.

Volt had his hand on the gavel to adjourn their church session, but Beast asked to speak.

“Janie and I hit that bar on the Northside where the Devil Lancers normally hang out.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” Cal asked.

Beast shrugged a shoulder. “We rode out to Amelia Island, it was on the way back. That doesn’t matter, though. Heard some assholes sayin’ the Lancers have given up on finding Snake and they’ve elected a new president.”

“No way they gave up on finding their V.P.,” Blood muttered. “Whoever said that doesn’t know shit.”

“I agree, but they said the Devil Lancers are gunning for us.”

Volt gave Beast a pointed look. “You were wearing your cut, they’d do that shit just to rile you up.”

Beast’s blond brow arched. “That’s the thing. I was in the men’s room and had to take a stall because that shithole doesn’t have but two urinals. Those two assholes came in after me, and looked like they were going to shit their pants when I moved to the sink.”

Cal shook his head. “I’m with Blood and Volt. Those bastards don’t know what they’re talking about, and they were just stirring the pot.”

Volt shrugged. “Thanks for mentioning it, Beast. Not much we can do until the assholes come for us, though.”

Beast nodded. “Yeah, but better to be prepared as far as I’m concerned.”

Next to Yak, Punc shook his head. “How are they gonna come after us anyway? They don’t know we did—”

Rage’s fist hit the table with a resounding thud. “Shut your mouth, Punc. They gotta know Snake went with Rancid to confront us back in November. I’m surprised it’s taken them this long to get their shit together.”

“I’m not,” Liar said. “It’s been a little over three months. The cop they had in their pocket got suspended, and the cops were investigating the Devil Lancers, too. The heat’s probably just dying down and they still don’t have a bead on Snake. Time for them to take revenge against us.”

Volt cleared his throat. “Liar’s probably right, but like I said, we can’t do shit until they make the first move.”

Yak couldn’t help but shake his head. The Devil Lancers had caused them plenty of problems over the years. He’d rather confront those fuckers now.

“You got something to say Yak? You’re over there shaking your head,” Blood said.

Yak looked at their vice president. “Nope. I just don’t like waiting for them to make the first move.”

“Exactly,” Beast muttered.

“That’s why neither one of you are president,” Blood said.

Beast flipped the bird to Blood, but Yak refused to rise to Blood’s bait.

“Enough,” Cal muttered.

Volt nodded. “He’s right. The bickering doesn’t help. We’re waiting for now. If there’s nothing else…” Everyone kept silent, and Volt tapped the gavel to the table.

Back in January, they had patched in two prospects, Prime and Evict. Yak followed Prime’s stocky frame toward the common room. The man stopped short, causing Yak and Rage to nearly run into him.

Prime looked at Yak. “Yo, just sayin’. Me, Evict, Punc, Tundra, and Chain are ready to go after those assholes if you and Beast want to—”

Rage’s hand darted out to smack Prime upside his head. “We don’t do shit behind other brothers’ backs. Thought you knew that!”

Prime rubbed his head, dark eyes glaring at Rage. “Yeah, I know that. I also know Yak’s not alone in wanting to take this bull by the horns. That’s all.”

Rage leaned toward Prime. “We’re a brotherhood, Prime! It doesn’t matter what you want. It doesn’t matter what you and five other brothers want. If the rest of the brothers aren’t on board, you deal with it.”

Yak put a hand on Rage’s shoulder for a quick second. “Rage, it’s cool. He gets it.”

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