Page 40 of Massacre
A few of my brothers chuckled at that.
“Correct me if I’m wrong here, but when you started this chapter, there were more brothers who wanted to come. Not just this lot. You had the support of almost the whole motherfucking club and yet you let that fucking pussy run you out of Arkansas. Why?”
King growled. “He didn’t run me out. I left.”
“With your dick in your hands,” Reaper snapped, then sighed. “Look, King, I know you had the numbers. You could have challenged him for the seat and won. Stop lying to yourself and everyone and tell them the damn truth. Tell them why you really left.”
“What the hell is Reaper talking about, King?” Cash stepped forward.
“I really fucking hate you. You know that?” King snarled at the bossman, then asked, “And just how in the hell do you know my fucking business?”
Reaper grinned, and King growled as he slowly turned toward Sypher, who was trying to shrink into the background.
“You can yell at him later. Answer the question.”
“Tell them, King,” Zero spoke up. “It’s time.”
King looked at his brother. “You know?”
“Who the fuck do you think he ordered to clean up the mess?”
“Someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Jackass snapped.
“Yeah, I’d like to fucking know too,” Matlock added.
King sighed and said, “I think Steele killed Titan to take over the club.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Cash roared as Ghost held onto him. My brothers all moved fast to cover the Silver Shadows.
“What the hell are you talking about, King?” Patch shouted. “Steele wouldn’t kill his own father!”
“Does Stone know?” Jingles asked.
“What about our other brothers?” Hash yelled.
“ENOUGH!” Reaper roared, instantly silencing the room. “All of you, sit your fucking asses down and let your president explain.”
When no one moved, Reaper reached for one of his blades.
Everyone sat.
“Titan was a good president. The best. He was one of the reasons I joined the Silver Shadows, along with some of you. When Titan was president, the club sat pretty. I mean, we still did crazy shit, but there was order,” King said, his voice trailing off.
Stepping forward, Reaper whispered, “Finish it, brother.”
Shaking his head, King sighed. “I can’t. All I have are theories, rumors, and assumptions. I won’t vilify my president without proof.”
“But I can,” Reaper stated, then turned to Sypher, who stood and made himself known.
“Remington Ward, born September 21, 1970, in Little Rock, Arkansas to Nicholas ‘Titan’ Ward and Kimberly Louise St. James and yes, before any of you fucktards ask, it’sTHATSt. James. The older sister to the bitch, to be exact.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Matrix cursed. “Can we kill that fucking family now?”
Sandman growled, stepping out of the shadows as he glared at Matrix.
“Sure.” Reaper grinned. “Go ahead. I dare you.”
Matrix grumbled as Sypher continued, “For the newbies, Kimberly St. James is the oldest daughter of the St. Jamesfamily, but was passed over when she only gave birth to boys. Now, I’m sure you are all wondering what the fuck does that have to do with drying paint? Short version, the St. James family is fucked in the head. No offense, Sandman.”
