Page 40 of Feint

I looked over at Damien, who was sitting at a table, discussing some club business. She looked stressed. And it was my fault.

I stood up from the chair I had been slouched in and walked over toward the bar. I reached out and knocked over a barstool out of frustration. The room quieted down as it clattered on the ground, and I could feel the stares of my fellow members on my back. I let out a long breath before I stormed outside, slamming the door behind me.

I pulled on my gear before turning on my bike and peeled out of the parking lot. The road captain tried to flag me down before I took off, but I ignored him. Probably thought I was too hotheaded right now to ride safely. But I needed to clear my head, needed some air, needed to feel the wind tugging at my body.

I sped down the freeway at speeds that would kill me for sure if I slipped up. But riding like this, it helped ease my mind, giving me a task to focus on. And my mind raced. I couldn’t think straight. And right now, thinking clearly was exactly what I needed to be doing to fix this fucking issue.

It took nearly three hours of driving like it was my last day I’d ever be on a bike before my mind calmed itself down. But when it did, I let out a sigh of relief. Finally, I could make a real plan to figure this out. If the sergeant couldn’t make it all by the end of the week, I could maybe buy back some product we’d previously sold. Or buy overpriced stock from a local gun dealer who tended to look the other way if the feds came knocking and asking questions.

There were ways to fill the order. It might mean taking a hit with our money this time, but keeping a business partner would still be worth it. At least then, Damien and the other members wouldn’t be in danger from the Kkangpae.

I kept cruising at easy speeds on my way back when I started to come up to a dive bar hardly anyone I knew ever went to. But when I saw three bikes belonging to the Suns parked outside, I killed my bike and turned around, letting it coast down into the parking lot. I hopped off, but left my gear on. The sunset made it difficult to see at first, but looking closer at the bikes, I couldn’t believe it, and my blood started to pound in my ears. The bike on the end… there was no doubt who owned it.

The next moments felt like they moved in slow motion. I unzipped my jacket and grabbed my pistol, holding it at the ready. I walked to the door, pushing it open.

There were three patched members of the Wayward Suns sitting with their backs to the door at the bar. Two were laughing, and the third was taking a drink from a full glass of whiskey.

I raised my hand, my finger squeezing the trigger four times into each of the two laughing. They fell off their stools and onto the ground. Dead.

The third was turning toward me, his hand reaching for his own firearm I could see flashing in the lighting overhead.

Too. Fucking. Late.

I pulled the trigger another half a dozen times, and I didn’t realize until after the shots cleared that I had been laughing while doing it. I couldn’t believe my luck.

The third member slid down to the floor against the bar wall, trying to clutch his wounds as he tried to still pull a gun out of its holster, but his arm wasn’t working so well anymore. Must be because I’d just shot him in the shoulder and shattered it. I stepped over to him, my gun pointed at his face as he coughed blood and looked up at me.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the president of the Wayward Suns. Kinda far from home, aren’t you? Sloppy… I expected better. Then again, you were never as clever as the last president. Brycewas ten times the leader compared to you. And he can tell you that himself shortly.” I smirked at him, watching blood pour out of his wounds.

Then, this fucking bastard actually smirked at me before reaching with his good arm to his other side, pulling out his secondary pistol, trying to take aim. He was actually quicker than I’d thought he would be in his state. He got a shot off, and I barely got out of the way from being directly hit, but I felt a bullet burn as it grazed my ribs. I let out my last three bullets into his body, and he stilled, his hand dropping the smoking gun to the floor.

I walked over and squatted down. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back. No doubt about it, based on his empty eyes.

I had just murdered the president of the Wayward Suns.

That was when I heard a groan from one of the two bodies on the right of him. I turned my head and looked. Well, fuck, one of them was still alive. But not for long. I grabbed the president’s gun and walked over on top of the man clutching his wounds and breathing up blood.

"Y-you piece of shit," he groaned as he saw my patch.

I chuckled.

"You’re not doing so good, buddy." I rolled him onto his back with my boot.

Damn, he might have actually lived if he hadn’t woken up when he did. But since he had woken up, I was going to use it to my advantage.

“I’m not a bad guy, not really.” I opened my helmet visor so I could clearly see him in this dim place. He must have recognized my patch when I leaned down because his eyes went wide.

“Y-you’re the enforcer”—cough—“of the BLVDs.” He looked fearful, so if he knew who I was, maybe he knew why I was so pissed right now.

“Bingo. And you seem like you might know some info about something I misplaced. Ever a part of a raid on a warehouse owned by the BLVDs in Morrow Bay’s outskirts last week?”

By the judge of his face draining color faster than just because he was slowly bleeding out, I’d say I hit the jackpot.

I squatted down next to him, waving the gun lightly as I spoke. “Here’s the thing, man. I can see you aren’t high on the food chain with the Suns. Just a simple patched member. But you could live and become someone important there one day. If you give me the information I want, I’ll walk away, and the barkeep can call an ambulance to come patch you up. Don’t… well…” I waved the president’s gun lazily at the other two bodies.

He looked around and saw the president and his eyes got wider. Good, he’d caught my meaning.

“Y-you killed the president… oh fuck. I-I don’t want to die here too. This was supposed to be a f-fun ride today, nothing serious.” He started to cough hard, and when the coughs subsided, his breathing increased as he realized exactly the situation he was in.

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