“You ready for tonight?” Stone asks. He’s been eye-balling me since we gathered at the clubhouse.
I can’t blame him. It’s my first night out and we’re about to do some major dirt. One wrong move could fuck this up. “I’m solid, Pres. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t risk everyone else. You know that.”
“True that.”
“My head’s on straight. I want these motherfuckers bad. I want to watch Trixie and Fuse hurt before they breathe their last breath. It’s one thing to be an enemy, but to betray your own people? That’s the foulest shit anyone could do.”
“They’ll learn the hard way.”
They’d been fucking with us. Ambushes here and there, fucking with our businesses, but nothing major. The 45ers aren’t the brightest in the bunch, but they don’t have a death wish. So, we’d put the revenge on hold and gathered information. Emotions are running high as we suit up to go to war in our Kevlar vests. We’re not sure how many people are in on it, but we’ve narrowed down their base of operation to a warehouse fifteen miles out of town. They’ve been quiet since their first string of attacks.
We went into lockdown and called up some of our crew from sister chapters, just in case. The stillness has us climbing at the walls. I double check my 9 millimeters, place them in my shoulder holsters, and shrug on my vest. We’re going under deep cover. Forty of us are loading our bikes into two semi-trucks. Trucks frequent the road that passes by the warehouse, so this won’t raise any alarms until it’s too late. We wait until everyone is loaded and go in last.
I’m to the left of the President. I’m not the Vice President, but I am the bringer of death. The man you want beside you when shit is going down.
The truck rumbles through the night, eating up the highway as we cruise toward our destination. The tension in the enclosed space is high and the silence is deafening as we all get into war mode. We handle our business with an air of professionalism that would shock most. One wrong move and one of us may not be coming home. The truck begins to slow.
I focus in on the task at hand, blocking everything out. We’ll go in fast, unexpected, neutralize them and begin the process of extracting information. We come to a halt and Stone opens the door from the inside out. Bikes rev and we ride down the ramp.
The club door opens. It’s Steel. He aims his weapon and we all scramble, riding erratically. When he slams the door I instantly know they don’t have the manpower to back it up. I grin. I like it when they run. It makes catching them and breaking them down that much more enjoyable.
We surround the building with our bikes—to prevent escape—and I take the lead, guiding our men to the front. I count to three, kick the door open and hug the wall. Bullets fly toward us and we return fire. With the door wide open, I can see inside the bare space. This isn’t an operation. It’s a handful of thugs and a whore.
“Get your fucking hands up and I won’t splatter your brains on the concrete right now!” Stone orders.
Guns clatter to the ground and hands go up.
Trixie remains on her knees in front of two men. Their pants are down around their ankles.
“Looks like we caught you boys with your pants down,” Stone says.
We all chuckle and the men move in, continuing to sweep the perimeter for stragglers. They return with a few more men and another woman. All three are obviously high as a kite.
“Make it easy on yourself, Trixie. Tell us where Fuse is.”
Her lips peel back to reveal a ghoulish grin. Her eyes are flat and dead. Track lines mar her inner arms. “Not here, Wizard. I guess you live up to your name, coming back from the dead and all. I told him he should’ve backed up over your ass until your head popped like a melon.”
The hatred blazing in her eyes is shocking.
“The fuck you mumbling about, junkie?” Stone barks. “When did you start this up?”
“When I couldn’t take being shit on any longer by the Kings. Fuse gave me what I needed. Attention, dick, and something to numb the pain.”
The reverence on her face disgusts me. “You’re fucked up, you know that?” I say.
She laughs. “I’m not, but you will be.”
“You got something to say?” Stone says.
She giggles. “My lips are sealed.”
I march over, grab a handful of blonde hair, and drag her across the floor. “The fuck you laughing about?”
“How late you are. There’s nothing you can do. I’m going to take everything away from you. The way you did to me. I should’ve been your old lady, not that uppity bitch. I been working my way toward it with you for years.”
“Are you really that fucking delusional?” I can hear Stone laying into the men in the distance, but my attention is completely focused on Trixie.
There’s a knowing look in her eyes. She’s got a loaded bomb yet to explode. “You’re going to learn all about pain soon enough, Wizard.”