Page 2 of Property of Mercy
“It’s done.He was the grabber.He gave us the drop-off location,” I get to the point.
“Prospects are on their way.Get back here for church.I want whoever these assholes are delt with fucking yesterday,” Pres demands, not leaving room for argument.
I hang up the phone.“Blender, let’s ride.We got church.”
“They will all burn,” he growls, storming by me, heading for the door.
“We’ll punch their tickets to hell ourselves.”I slap him on the shoulder, moving to head for my bike.
“Hey asshat, there’s a mess,” Blender calls at my back.
Turning, I scowl at him before saying, “You know I don’t cleanup after myself.”
Just as I finish speaking, the roar of motorcycles rattles the building.I hold my arms out wide, walking backward.
“See, the cleanup crew has arrived.”Turning, I continue making my way across the slaughterhouse.I make it about four steps when the sound of air moving and a sharp pinch on my ear stops my steps.
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at the bastard that threw the throwing star.“Didn’t you learn as a child not to throw things inside?”
Blender shrugs, looking bored.“I just wanted to make sure that some of the lessons we learned over the years were still there.”
“You’re a fucking dick.Let’s go before Pres has our ass for missing church,” I chuckle, shaking my head and wiping at the blood on my ear.
I step out of the building and greet the two prospects as they show up.“Make sure it’s done right.”
“Yes, sir,” they say in unison.
When I make it over to my bike, I throw my leg over it, taking a seat and wait on my brother to make his way out of the slaughterhouse.As I sit here, the sky lights up with another brilliant flash of lighting, causing the hair on my body to stand on end.It seems the sky is just as fucking pissed as we are about what that fucker had to say.The thunder rolls through just as Blender comes marching out to his bike.
“Finally done with your little art project?”I raise an eyebrow.
Blender’s grin reminds me he’s a touch crazier than the rest of us.“I decided a message needed to be sent.The Kings are pissed and coming for whoever is in charge of that shit show.”
I shake my head, turning my baby over, letting her rumble before shifting into gear and tearing out of the parking lot toward the Kings clubhouse.When we hit the road, we open our bikes and let them run, knowing there isn’t going to be anyone out on these roads at this time of night.Blender and I run side by side as the thunder and lightning ramp up as if we’re racing the storm blowing in off the Atlantic.We pull up to the massive steel gates, nodding at the prospect as we roll through.The driveway to the clubhouse is down a long driveway.
When the Kings opened the Georgia chapter, they bought thirty-five acres that the clubhouse itself sits on just outside of Savannah, Ga.As the club grew and the need to wash the money coming in from our import, export, and protection details, they set up several businesses.
The club purchased about two hundred and fifty acres where they built and run a slaughterhouse and butcher shop.On the same piece of property, we also raise cattle, pigs, goats, and chickens.There is also a cleaning service, a bar, and a boat tour company.We strategically positioned businesses throughout the city, providing safe havens when necessary.All the brothers divided up to help run the businesses—that way we have as few outsiders as possible.
We pull up in front of the large barn that was transformed into our clubhouse, parking our bikes in the line with the others.By the looks of it, Pres called everyone in.I don't know if that’s because he has news about something else or if it’s about what we learned tonight.I drop my kickstand down and pull the helmet off my head.I stand and stretch, trying to loosen the tight muscle in my shoulders and neck.
Entering the clubhouse behind Blender, I smile when the smell of booze and sex hit me in the face.Home—that’s where I am when I’m in the club.Opening my eyes, I take in the party raging in front of me.There are brothers and club whores drinking and having a good time.A small hand with red nails snakes around my waist, cupping my cock through my jeans.
“I know it’s going to be a good fucking night when you’re here,” Roxy purrs in my ear.
I glance over my shoulder at her with a smirk on my lips as I wrap my fingers around her small wrist, pulling the unwanted touch from my body.“I don’t recall giving you permission to fucking touch me.There are a lot of new playthings here tonight.Don’t push your luck by placing a claim that isn’t yours to place.”
Her hand clinches in a fist as fire fills her eyes.“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”
Lifting one shoulder, I shrug, “I am who I fucking am.Now, are you going to go find another brother to sink your claws in or get on your knees?”
We stare at each other silently.I raise a brow in question.Roxy huffs, snatching her hand away storming over to one of our younger, newer brothers.Sliding into his lap as she runs her hand across his cock and whispers in his ear.
Raider walks over laughing with a beer in hand.“One day, that woman is going to scratch your fucking eyes out.”
I take the offered beer, eyeing the woman.“She needs to figure out that she is nothing more than a hole to be used.I’m not looking for an Ol’ Lady today, tomorrow, or ever.”
Raider slaps me on the back as he walks over to his current favorite club whore kissing her on the neck.Shaking my head, I make my way across the room to the bar, taking a seat next to Blender, who is drinking directly from the whiskey bottle.
