Page 8 of Mav

“Tank has taken the asshole to the holding cells. You do as you like, when you like. He’s a piece of shit that was popping date rape drugs into women’s drinks at bars and clubs around the area. We know the one behind it is Mark Milanas…”

Now, before Buzz can say more, Graham walks into the kitchen, “Fuckin’ Mark Milanas! Well, well, well, he’s filth that needs to be fed to the gators. I’m sure Teeth and Jaws would enjoy a piece of him.”

“You know the fucker?” Buzz asks.

“I know who he is, but I don’t know him personally. He was sent to prison for a while for assaulting a man while he was protecting his wife. Seems the asshole needs to be a dickless dead man.” Graham grins before proceeding, “Oh, wait until I tell Vitale, he’s gonna love this.”

We all watch Graham disappear out of the kitchen, into the hallway, and presumably the office. Nell sighs and as I turn to look at her, Tank steps into the kitchen sporting one hell of a smile.

“What?” Nell asks as she rubs her temples.

“Nothing much, he tried to break free, so I had to teach him it’d take a better man than him to get away from me.” Holding both his fists in the air we can all see the grazes on them, and the blood.

“Graham’s gone to contact Vitale. Why? Who knows! You have beaten the crap out of the prisoner, and I’ve not even seen him yet.” Nell stands, and without another word walks out the back door shouting, ‘Oscar, Ajay, with me.’

Tank chuckles as he takes a seat at the table. “She’s gonna sulk for a while now. I know she wanted to mess with this fucker first, but Graham has been messing with her for a month. He’ll be sorry, he never learns. Bringing Vitale out here is going to earn him a big payback from Nell.”

“Come on, Mav. We’ve gotta get back. I’ve a shit ton of things to get done today.” Buzz throws a soft punch at Tank’s shoulder as we pass by him, and I give him a chin lift. As for the asshole, I could give a shit what happens to him.

Reaching the van, both of us come to a halt, and I’m sure our mouths have dropped open in shock, because we are watching Nell chase Graham around the yard swinging a golf club. Now it doesn’t seem to bother him much because he’s cackling like a witch come Halloween.

“Let’s not get involved, Buzz,” I mumble, and his grunt tells me he’s in full agreement.

Later that evening, I’m standing in TJs at the bar watching everyone. I’m looking for anything suspicious is what I’m actually doing. Knuckles saunters over with none other than Gaz. The fighter who has a mark on his back.

“How you doing, Mav?” Gaz asks.

“I’m good. I hear some fucker wants to take you out.”

“So, it seems. I’ve told them I’m not doing any more fights, but they are not taking no for an answer. I’ll be leaving town on Friday of next week. Nothing to stay here for now, and with the threats, it’s time to move on.” Gaz I note is watching everything, and everyone, keeping himself as safe as he can I’m positive.

Colton walks over from where he’d been standing on the door and slaps Gaz on the shoulder. “Hi, how you doing Gaz?”

“Leaving town as soon as I can. My time here is done, but I’m being followed, so can’t jump ship as they say without giving myself away.” Gaz has a pissed off look on his face, and I can totally understand why.

Knuckles leans on the bar next to me and gives Gaz a questioning look. “Prez asks if you want to stay at the clubhouse until next week, and he’ll get you out of town, and the state, if that’s what you need.”

“Actually, if anyone can sneak me to the airport, I’ll get out of here as fast as I can. I have friends in the UK who I’ll stay with for now. They are solid, and I can restart my life with them.” Gaz stiffens as two men enter the bar. Colton, seeing them, walks over and asks them for ID, giving us a flick of his eyes to get Gaz out of here.

“You take him out the back way, Knuckles. I’ll stay here and have Colton’s back. Good luck Gaz, get the fuck gone and stay safe.” I don’t look at either of them as they walk away towards the kitchen. I keep my eyes on the two fuckers that are starting to give Colton a problem.

“I said, no ID and you can’t come in. Now, get the fuck out,” Colton snarls.

“I would listen to him if I were you. We have been teaching Colton here to not lose his temper so fast and stay calm under all circumstances. But that doesn’t include door duty here, or any of the club properties. You know this bar is part of the Raging Barons MC, right?”

“Who gives a shit? You’re just little men playing with bikes,” one of the assholes states, and I look at Colton, shrug my shoulders and head butt the asshole as hard as I can, breaking his nose in the process.

Colton throws his punch and lands it squarely on the other one’s chin, but both myself and Colton turn when we hear, “No, not again, it’s my fucking turn.”

That’s when I step back and allow Fist to step forward and start throwing punches. Since I’m now redundant in this fight, I saunter back to the bar. With my back against the bar, I rest my elbows on it and watch the mayhem that is happening in front of me.

“Oh, that had to hurt,” Helen, who usually works in the kitchen, murmurs from behind the bar.

“Yeah, probably did,” I add, as I had noticed that Colton had punched the broken nose, which has more blood spraying over anyone in the vicinity.

“Why do these women always have to scream? Can’t they just get up and walk away, you know, in an orderly fashion?”

Glancing at Helen who is frowning at the half-clad women who had obviously come tonight to catch themselves a man, and she’s right, they are standing screaming like idiots.

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