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Beast
“Agroupofpunksgot their hands on the guns,” Big Kentucky said. “Got them stored at Atkins Lake. They’re looking to sell them to a gang in Memphis. We got two Prospects out there now, keeping an eye on things. Carrying old shotguns and rifles that look like they were used in the Civil War.”
“After what happened with the fire at the dick house, I don’t see how we can send anyone after the guns. We need everyone here. We have to retaliate with deadly force. Rip dies tonight. I’m not risking another ambush.” I wanted to take care of Rip myself. I wouldn’t let another Brother lay a hand on him.
Diesel sat along the wall, and I could tell he had something to say. “Go ahead,” I said.
“Let me load three or four other Prospects in a chase van, and we’ll hit Atkins Lake. They’ll be expecting bikes. There’s one banged up in the garage waiting on repairs. It leaves officers here to take care of business.”
Cinder blew a stream of smoke in the air. “He’s right. We need to hit that shipment before it leaves the lake. Once it gets to Memphis, it’s gone.”
“Be back in an hour,” Diesel said.
“Any oppose?” Nobody did, and I let Diesel go. He wanted to solidify his vote next month, and I understood. “How’d it go with that Trixie bitch?” I asked Watcher.
“Still knocked out in my bed. Wish the bitch would get up and leave.” That was his line after every woman he fucked. I just hoped they used protection. The last thing Watcher needed was another kid and child support payment.
“You and Diesel both hit that?” Brainiac asked. He was almost drooling. He needed good pussy in a bad way. Turning the whore house books over to him would get him all the pussy he could handle.
“I did most of the work,” Watcher said, and the club laughed. “What? Come on!”
“Enough about Watcher’s inadequacies.” I stood and walked around the room. I needed everyone’s attention. “We need Rip’s head on a stick.”
“It’s Friday night,” Slash said. “The club hangs at a bar on the edge of town. The Rat Pack. Get him when he’s coming out.”
“We can’t all go,” I said. “We don’t leave this club vulnerable in case that asshole is casing the place.”
“I’ll stay here with the remaining Prospects,” TexMex said. “I’ll have them walk the perimeter and make sure we’re in good shape.”
“Brainiac, you’re with TexMex.” I hit the gavel on the table and left the room.
Mark and Skittles were at the pool table, Mark’s cue stick a bit too big. He hit the cue ball, and it smacked a solid, and the solid went into a corner pocket. He smiled, and Skittles handed him a wad of cash.
“You going out to kill that bad man?” Mark asked. He recovered all the pool balls and racked them again.
I’d never fucking expected to answer that kind of question from a kid, especially not a son. But, yeah, that’s what I was doing, and he knew it. There was no need to lie.
“I need to take care of him before he hurts any more people,” I said, happy with my response. “Sometimes, I have to risk myself to help this town and, most importantly, this club.”
“He’ll be fine,” Skittles said to Mark.
“Cause you’re a badass?” Mark raised his eyes from the cueball to me. “That’s what everyone says.”
“That’s right,” Big Kentucky said. “He’s a badass.” He covered his mouth with a hand, fighting back laughter. I flipped him the bird while Mark wasn’t watching.
“I’ll walk you outside. Be right back, Mark.” Skittles put her arm around mine, and we went outside. “You better fucking come back. I don’t wanna ever have to explain to him why you didn’t.”
“I want to tell you that’s not a problem, but I don’t know what we’re walking into. You got shit to do here. For starters, you need to find another dick house. Somewhere close to the pussy house would be best.” I climbed on my bike and started the engine. “You got nothing to worry about, babe. If Mark’s asleep when I get back, I expect those legs spread, knees high, and holes visible.”
“Very romantic,” she said. “You just make sure that dick is hard and the tank is fully loaded.”
“You got it.”
We parked two blocks from The Rat Pack and started down a dimly lit back street. A dog came close to biting Watcher in the ass when he got too close to the dog’s fence. He barked at the dog while we all stood and watched.
“Are you done?” I waved everyone forward, and we came up behind the bar, where three Messengers were out back smoking weed and hitting hard liquor. They could barely stand. “Three dead men,” I said. “None of them walks away.”
I moved around the left with Slash, and the others came around on the right. I didn’t believe in hitting a man when he had his back turned, and I wasn’t about to start. I nodded at Slash, knowing he loved shit like this.
