Page 57 of Clash
Motley quickly scrambled from the chair, disappearing and reappearing through the door a few moments later with Poison in tow. Nobody was going to fuck with Snyder right now, especially after that blatant display of machismo he just fired in the room.
Poison looked around the room, stilling when he saw Riot’s dead body slumped underneath the table. Things suddenly got a bit more awkward. “You wanted to see me?”
“Sit the fuck down!” I ordered the prospect—the best one in this whole damn club.
Poison awkwardly took a seat, looking around the room at our schooled faces. We were a mask of unreadable emotions. Promoting prospects was always fun. Fucking with their heads was even better.
“Listen up, asshole, we know what you did.” My eyes narrowed on him, making him shift uncomfortably. “Riot told us everything.”
“You’ve disgraced the goddamn club,” Skid added, trying to hide a smile.
Poison looked so confused. “I—I don’t understand.”
“They never understand,” Snyder exclaimed throwing up his hands.
“B—better for u—us to f—find out n—now,” Sandman stuttered, unable to hide his smile. “B—before he fu—fucks up m—more.”
“Snyder, I swear. Whatever you think I did, I didn’t. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“We heard you got rat like tendencies,” I added, using my hand to hide my smile. Internally, I was dying with laughter. I could see the joy in the others eyes as well.
“You’re a disgrace to that goddamn prospect patch. Give me your cut. We don’t have places for rats in our ranks, just ask Riot… oh wait, I forgot. Looks like he’s having trouble speaking right now.” Snyder held out his hand, looking stoic and just plain regal at the head of the table. He was stepping into that Prez role, and for the first time, I actually believed he deserved it over me. I don’t know if I would’ve sniffed out Riot like he did. I’ve been too distracted lately.
Poison looked down at his leather, his eyes widening. “No, please. This cut is my life.”
“You heard your Prez,” I ordered. “Take off the cut.”
He reluctantly shrugged off his cut, handing it across the table to me. Snyder magically produced a knife, and without warning, cut the offending patch from off Poison’s cut. I swear the guy looked like he was going to cry. His heart truly belonged to the club, which made this so much fucking better.
“There, much better,” Snyder exclaimed, ripping the last few strings from the prospect patch. “Damn, it’s been a long time since I looked at a cut without a patch. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it, boys?”
“Yeah. I bet he’s gonna feel naked without it,” I added.
“So… v—vulnerable,” Sandman stuttered. “We—We should f—fix that.”
“You’re right, Sandman. We should.” Magically, Ranger produced another patch, slapping it into the former prospect’s hand.
“What the fuck is this?” he asked, staring at the upside-down patch in his palm.
“Turn it over,” I goaded, unable to stop smiling.
He turned the patch over and grinned. “Wait? You guys were fucking with me?”
We all burst out laughing, enjoying the astonishment on his face.
“I seriously thought you guys were going to murder me! When I heard the shot ring off, and then you called me in here, I thought I was going to literally shit my pants.”
“You earned that patch,” Snyder exclaimed, pointing at him. “You’re a damn good prospect, and will make an even better member. It’s yours if you want it, Poison.”
“Shit yeah I want it!” he exclaimed, looking damn excited.
“Good, because we’re going to need some loyal members in this club.” He motioned to Riot. “We think he was working for the Crows. Have you heard any whispers behind that bar of yours?”
Poison nodded. “He made an iffy phone call the other day. It was cryptic as fuck, and he kept looking over at me to see if I was listening. I didn’t hear much, but I do think I heard him say they suspect nothing. I also heard him say something about Slaughtermen not being onboard, but I could be wrong. I don’t want to give you false information.”
Snyder nodded. “Well, I hope that’s a message to anyone who fucks with us that rats get exterminated if they choose to scurry around. Poison, welcome to the club. As for the rest of you, I want you to try to intercept as many of those packages as you can. See if Gideon can crack Riot’s phone. Maybe there’s something we can use in it. We gotta act fast. midnight is right around the corner, and if any of those boxes gets to their destinations… we’re fucked.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Skid asked, suddenly looking very shy.
