Page 1 of Savage Spades

Chapter One

Kit

“Fuck, are you sure it was Dustin?” he asked.

Gunner, the club president, nodded. “The girl remembers everything. Says that Dustin took her out to the woods and raped her.”

“That sick son of a bitch,” said Zeke, the Vice President, as he shook his head.

They sat around the large table in the meeting room down the hall from the bar. It’s where they came to discuss things that were going on in their town as well as club business.

“What about the cops? Shouldn’t they be throwing his ass in a cement cell?” Zeke asked.

“He posted bail. Sheriff Garrett said they couldn’t keep him,” Gunner replied.

Zeke’s hands formed into fists on top of the wooden table they all sat at.

“So what’s the plan?” Kit asked.

Women didn’t get hurt or raped in their town without someone paying for it. They were all at different levels of pissed off but Zeke especially since he had a little girl at home.

“I say we burn the place to the fucking ground,” Zeke said. “That’s what the sick bastard deserves.”

“We’ve been going to Old Timers for years. Isn’t there something else we can do instead of burning it to the ground?” Jett, the Road Captain, asked.

“He’s a fucking rapist. Even if we didn’t burn the place to the ground, you think we’d go back there?” Zeke snapped.

Gunner sat back in his chair and ran a hand over his bald head. They were all dressed in their leather cuts. It was a jacket with the sleeves cut off and the club name sewed on the back in big orange letters: Savage Spades. Anytime they had to come together, either for a meeting or a ride, they were required to wear the cut. Most of them wore it nearly every day. It was an honor to have the cut and everyone in this room had worked their ass off to get it.

“I’m just saying, we could just beat the shit out of him then leave the bar,” Jett argued.

Zeke was already shaking his head. “Nah, brother, nothing is going to hurt him more than watching that precious bar burn to the ground. We got to burn it.”

Zeke looked around the table. Kit nodded his support. He agreed with Zeke completely; the bar needed to go. He’d miss all the time they’d spent there over the years, but Dustin was a sick bastard and they had to put him out of business one way or another. The other men around the table nodded their agreement as well.

Gunner sat up in the chair and grabbed the gavel. “Then it’s settled. We’ll ride at midnight.”

“Midnight? It’s going to be packed,” Kit said.

Gunner turned and smiled at him. “I think we should make a bit of a show, huh?”

Gunner slammed the gavel on the table, signally Church was over. Kit stood up with the rest of the men and walked out of the meeting room to the bar area. Jett landed a smack on his shoulder as he walked down the hallway.

“You ready for this?” Jett asked.

“Fuck yeah, it’s been too quiet around here.”

Jett laughed. Anytime they went for a ride, he was the one that planned and made sure they didn’t run into any trouble. Unlike most of the guys in the club, Jett had a slender build. He wasn’t as tall as Kit but he came close at six foot. His beard was patchy at best but Jett didn’t seem to care. Compared to Kit the guy was a twig. He was also probably the smartest out of all of them. He’s the only brother that’d gone off to college and had a degree to show for it. The rest of them were either felons or veterans. Kit was neither; but when he found the club, he was on his way to being a felon.

“I heard you took two girls back to your room last night,” Jett said.

Kit smiled at him and shrugged. “Maybe.”Jett laughed again and took a seat on one of the barstools. He’d probably be there for an hour or so, planning out their ride tonight. Goldbeach, North Carolina had a small population of people, but there was a ton of land to cover. Even though Dustin’s bar wasn’t very far, Jett knew which way to take to avoid the cops.

He turned away from Jett and looked out at the seating area of the clubhouse. Four girls in cut-off jeans and tight shirts sat at a high table. He was always surprised by their commitment. They were always there, hoping that one of the guys would make them an Old Lady--a woman who is dating or married to one of the members. An Old Lady was held with the most respect and had the protection of the club. Little did these women know, there was no chance in hell they were becoming someone’s Old Lady. Most of the guys had no desire to settle down. Like Kit, they just wanted a night of fun. He continued around the bar to the second hallway that led back to some of the rooms. The clubhouse had more rooms than he could count.

There was a room for all of the men as well as anyone that might need a place to stay for the night. The first floor, on the same level as the bar, held five bedrooms--one of them belonged to Gunner. But Gunner rarely used it since he had an Old Lady at home that would probably shoot him in the balls if he didn’t come home to her every night.On the lower level was Kit’s room. He took the stairs, the sound of his feet echoing off each wooden step. The lower level looked a lot like a basement with a concrete floor and a paneled ceiling. But the rooms down here were just as nice as the ones upstairs. They each even had a bathroom attached. He walked through the first door. The two women from last night were still sleeping on his mattress, completely naked. One blonde; one brunette. He was so drunk last night he’d barely remembered taking them down to his room. He closed the door and kicked the side of the mattress. The blonde jumped awake and glared at him.

“Time to go, sweetheart,” he said.

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