Page 30 of Shank's Tricky Situation

“Church!” Lash calls out, his voice echoing in the common room as everyone practically jumps out of their seats to follow him back to our meeting room.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, baby. Hopefully we can end this shit and continue movin’ forward with our lives without all this shit,” I tell Calla, kissing her before leaving the common room.

After giving up my phone and weapons, I go in the room and take my seat. Everyone is pretty much already in their seats and ready for the meeting to get started. Lash doesn’t waste time at all.

"Church in session!" he calls out, slamming the gavel on the table in front of him. “Zeus give us what you’ve discovered. I want to know every single detail you’ve come across about this bitch so we can figure out where to go from here.”

“This bitch is one fuckin’ piece of shit. She was playin’ Calla’s father the entire time they were together. I’m not even sure if that asshole is her biological father at this point. His name might be on the birth certificate, but it doesn’t really mean anythin’ in the grand scheme of things. She’s been with a man named Big T for most of her life. They were never married but she is his ol’ lady. He’s a member of the Cold Demons MC. I’ve never heard of them before and I’ve reached out to a few clubs we’re allies with and they’ve never heard of them either. I’m just not sure if that’s a good or bad thing at this point in time.

“I don’t know exactly why she even got involved with Calla’s father, no one will know that answer unless the bitch talks. Anyway, she’s into the Bianchi family for a ton of money. I’m talking a few hundred grand. She wasn’t lyin’ when she traded Shank’s son to clear a portion of her debt. I don’t know what they have arranged to cover the rest of it. However, I have a feelin’ if we make a call to them we’ll get everythin’ taken care of. Didn’t know they were in the habit of acceptin’ kids and shit for their deals, but that’s not our business.

“This bitch isn’t only into them though. She’s got multiple people she owes money to and they all want to collect. Bianchi is the biggest debt she owes though. I’m not sure what they’re gonna say. But, I do feel as if we need to call and let them know the truth of the situation. We’ve got a fairly good relationship with them and if they know Zane is Shank’s son, I believe they’ll back off. It’s your call Lash, but that’s my opinion on the matter.

“Now, she’s been livin’ off the grid as much as possible. Most of the time she’s been with Big T and his club a few states away. He’s not here with her, so I’m not even sure if this guy knows what’s goin’ on with her. We know nothin’ about this club and don’t know what they’re into so it’s hard to say at this point. She fucks her way through men in order to get her fix and move on to the next man. Maybe this Big T is her pimp or some shit like that. Again, we don’t know what the hell this club and the men there are into. Or if this asshole even knows what’s goin’ on with his ol’ lady. Shank, I’ve got an entire folder of information here for you. I don’t want to go over it all here in church when most of its personal and you can decide what to do with it. That’s all I have on the situation that we need to know as a club,” Zeus finishes, sliding the folder over my way so I can read through it before talking to Calla about this shit.

“Okay. I think we need to get in touch with Antonio and let him know what’s goin’ on. The sooner he knows the entire situation, the quicker we’ll know what’s happenin’ with Zane and what we need to do movin’ forward. Then, I want to see if we can get in touch with this Big T and find out how much about this he knows. If he’s involved, then I foresee us goin’ to war with the Cold Demons. They won’t be left alone to continue takin’ kids and everyone else from their families and off the streets for their own personal gain,” Lash says, pulling the burner phone we have in here closer to him.

I sit back in my chair, rage and a little bit of hope filling me with the knowledge that Antonio is a man who might make this all go away for us. Or he’s going to start a war he doesn’t want because I will kill every single fucker involved in this shit for coming at my kid. Boxer stares at me from his seat, trying to judge where I’m at mentally right now. With a slight nod of my head, I let him know I’m okay. For now, I’m okay. It all depends on the results of this phone call Lash is about to make.

“Lash, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Antonio answers his phone.

“Well, we’ve been alerted to a situation you’re involved in and we need to come up with a solution that doesn’t involve the little boy bein’ taken from his family. It seems Debbie Adams has gotten into a very large debt with your family and offered up a little boy in trade for at least part of it,” Lash says, his voice firm but neutral.

“That’s true. Can I enquire as to how you came to learn of this information?”

“Well, it seems that bitch is the mother of my Treasurer’s wife. The little boy she offered up in trade is Shank’s son. I don’t want to go to war with you, Antonio. But, you have to know we’re not about to let Zane be taken by anyone for any reason. We will protect Zane with every resource our club, allied clubs, and everyone has to use. This is not up for negotiation Antonio,” Lash tells him, his voice still neutral.

“I want no war with your club, Lash. This is somethin’ we’ve talked about in the past and gone over. Now knowin’ this little boy is Shank’s son, we want nothin’ to do with him. We’ve got a good workin’ relationship now and I won’t jeopardize it for a slut who ran up a debt and tried to get out of it through shady means. Shank’s son is safe. Do you know where this woman happens to be?” Antonio returns, his voice getting a hard edge to it.

“She’s in our basement.”

“I want her. She’s the one who ran up the debt with me and I want her to know every fuckin’ day that she’ll be the one payin’ it back. I’m done with bitch’s like her believing that she can get away with shit and I won’t find out about it. Thank you for the call, Lash. Shank, I’m sorry about this mess and you have my word that your son is safe. Is there anythin’ else?”

“Yeah. Do you know anythin’ about a club named the Cold Demons?” Lash speaks up.

“I do. They do work for me and that’s how I met Debbie. Her ol’ man is a good guy. I can tell you right now, he didn’t know anythin’ about this mess. He would have brought it to me if he knew what she was doin’ and how she was plannin’ on repayin’ the money she owes me. I will talk to him personally and let him know where his woman is and what’s goin’ on with her,” Antonio informs us as we all nod our heads in response despite him not being able to see it.

“Sounds good. We’ll talk soon. Let us know when your man is here so we can let him in and hand over the trash,” Lash says before hanging up the phone on his end.

None of us say anything for a few minutes. We all sit and let it sink in that my son is safe and Bianchi will be dealing with the bitch down in our basement. Maybe he’ll take the other one too. Precious is still down there and she did play a role in this shit. I think it’s something I’ll have to talk to Lash about.

“I wanna be the one to let the bitch know about what’s goin’ on with her now,” I speak up, knowing I need to be the one to fill her in for my wife.

“You got it. Let’s go get it done,” Lash returns, a smirk on his face.

“I think we also need to let Antonio know that Precious was involved in this shit too. Maybe we can get rid of that bitch right along with the other one. I’m sure he can figure out some way to get rid of all the trash for us and we won’t have to wait for one of the girls to have the time to get here so we can take care of her,” I tell everyone around me because it’s what makes sense in my mind.

“I’ll give him a call once we’re done here,” he says, a smile on his face.

We all know Bianchi isn’t a good man. He doesn’t have the same morals as we do and will make sure Debbie and Precious pay for the crimes they’ve committed. Not just against us, but everyone else they’ve come across in their lives.

We all head to the basement and unlock the cell door for Debbie. She perks right up, thinking she’s getting out and gonna be allowed to leave here.

“It seems you’ve all come to your senses. I’ll take my grandson now and be out of here. If you want to lend me some money, I’ll take that shit too,” she says, an evil smile on her face.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. See, we just got off the phone with Bianchi. He’s not gonna take my son. In fact, I’d say he’s rather pissed off that you even put him up for your debt to begin with. So, there’s a new plan in place. One I know you’re not gonna be happy about in the least,” I tell the bitch standing in front of me. “I told you we were more than likely friends with whoever you had a debt with. I wasn’t lyin’. So, what’s gonna happen now is Bianchi is gonna send some men to collect you. You’re gonna go back to him and he’s gonna make sure you pay off your own debt. My son is safe and we have his word on that. Bianchi doesn’t go back on his word.

“You also can’t get your man to bail you out either. Antonio was gonna personally call him to let him know what you’ve been up to. I guess Big T won’t take too kindly to knowin’ you were gonna trade your own grandson to clear your debt. So, you have no one to come save you and Bianchi will do as he pleases to you,” I inform the bitch as she loses her smile and pales quick as shit.

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