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“Right!” Diesel said.
“Pfft.” Gigi shook her head. “Like yours is the biggest in the state.”
Diesel unzipped his pants and started to take his dick out.”
“Hold up,” Marcus said. “We’ll leave the four of you to talk about dicks and finding a home for those dicks.” He shook his head at Diesel, who refused to relinquish a smile.
When the boys left, the four of us went back inside. “So where do we start?” I grabbed a laptop from my bag, and we cleaned off a table in the small conference room between the two offices.
“I’ll check on the older guys,” Wendy said.
“I got the young ones.” Carmen’s smile had yet to wane.
Gigi sighed. She was still thinking about Diesel. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Let’s set the opening for the end of the month. That gives us three weeks.” Damn, it felt good to be helpful to the club.
Everyone agreed on the plans. I pulled a bottle of wine and four red Solo cups from the bag. “We need a toast.”
Carmen poured the wine, and we raised our cups. “To dicks and pussies,” she said, and we drank, and then we dropped our cups when gunfire went off outside the building.
Everyone froze and then screamed when the conference room door opened. Stimpy came in, holding his chest, blood covering his shirt, hand, and arm.
“Fucking six Messengers attacked us. They’re outside. Three at the front, three at the back.”
I sent a text to Marcus about the same time I smelled smoke. We darted from the room, but the front entrance was already engulfed. Boarded up, the windows were of no use. We ran toward the back door and pushed. Nothing.
“The roof’s on fire,” Gigi Screamed.
We banged on the door until it became too hot to touch. We were fucking dead.
“Bikes,” Stimpy said. “They’re back.”
We screamed for help and ducked out of the way when the roof collapsed around the backdoor.
“Back to the conference room,” I screamed. In the conference room, I closed the door and went for the boarded window that wouldn’t move. “Fuck!” At the moment when I lost all hope, the conference room burst open, and through the smoke, three large men appeared.
Marcus grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. He grabbed Stimpy by the arm, dragging him from the room as he carried me. Diesel had Gigi in his arms, her head against his chest. She coughed repeatedly from the smoke. I didn’t see Watcher, Wendy, or Carmen.
Outside, still on Marcus’ shoulder, I screamed for the three still inside as the building collapsed. “We gotta go back!”
Marcus lowered me to my feet, and I tried to run to the building. He grabbed my arm and pulled. Gigi stood next to me, both crying as the first firetruck approached.
“Watcher,” Diesel said. For the first time since becoming part of the club, I saw fear on the man’s face. That fear would turn to rage that would be felt throughout Arkansas.
The fire truck moved past us, and Pine Bluff’s finest went to work, albeit too late. Devastated, I walked to Gigi’s car and cried harder.
“What the fuck is everyone so glum about?” Watcher called as he came around the corner of the building, Wendy over one shoulder, Carmen over the other. He sat them on the car, and the Brothers hugged for several seconds.
“Thought we lost you asshole,” Deisel said.
‘Fuck,” Beast said. “How the hell did you get out?”
“Back wall caved in. Stepped right over the sum bitch.”
They hugged again, and right then, I made a decision. There was no way I would allow my best friends to become part of something so dangerous.
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