“Hey hey hey! Can’t we all just talk this out?” Slade said and King and I closed in on the guys, just like they were trying to do to us. The six of us were gathered together in a huddle.
“Talk about what? Did you bring us chocolates and perfume too?” the joker of their gang said and they laughed again. King and I exchanged looks. I could see it in his eyes. He’d had enough. He was pumped for a fight as well.
“Stay off our territory or there is going to be war,” I repeated myself and their laughter stopped.
“You come into our casa and threaten us?” the mustache guy said, narrowing his eyes at me and I clenched my jaw. As much as I would have liked to sock the guy in the face, it was still just the three of us against a warehouse full of Black Skulls members.
Another ding sounded behind us. The fight was about to start.
“You’re running guns on our territory,” King said.
“You beat up one of our guys”
“Because you’re running guns on our territory. You’re shaking down our businesses. Stay off motherfucker!” I was losing my patience and I charged threateningly towards the mustache guy who charged towards me as well.
“Hey hey hey! We’re just talking remember?” Slade cut in again. I held back. Slade was right. One of us or all of us was going to get killed if we picked a fight with these guys here.
“We don’t give a rat’s ass what you do on your territory,” I said. “Just don’t do it on ours,” and added.
The guys looked at each other and then one of them nodded.
“Message received and it will be conveyed,” he said, referring to the president of their club and I stepped back.
“And if you don’t get the message…” I heard King say and then we all saw him reach for his gun. The three of them reached for theirs and I pushed myself into King.
“Back off brother. We’re outnumbered,” I hissed at him through gritted teeth. He was still eyeballing the three of them behind me. “King. That’s an order. Back down,” I growled and he finally took his hand off his gun.
I turned to the three weasels.
“Enjoy the fight, gentlemen,” I said, sarcastically, but they didn’t seem to catch on.
“Top o’ the morning to you!” Slade said cheerily, in a mock-Irish accent and I gripped King’s arm and started dragging him outside. Slade was following us, looking around eagerly. If given the chance, he would have taken the first opportunity to place bets.
Outside, I released King, who jerked his arm away from me and I could see he was breathing hard.
“Walk it off, brother,” I said, checking my gun again. King gritted his teeth and glared at the warehouse.
“They’re pitting that puny kid against a fucking beast. He’s going to get killed up there!” he growled, running his hand through his hair in frustration. I could see his point, it had made my blood boil as well. What was the point of this fight? Did they just want to stand around and watch a kid getting beaten bloody or killed?
“We were outnumbered. There was no way we were going to get outta there alive if you pulled on them!” I barked back at him, while he paced around in circles, his gun dangling from his hand.
“Jesus man, you almost got us killed!” Slade spat at him, eyeing the warehouse like he was still expecting some of them to come charging out.
“Fuck off you pussy bastard!” King thundered at Slade, taking us both by surprise, because King was usually the calm one.
“One of them. Some of them. All of them need to be shot!” King growled and I realized what was going on. Seeing those street kids being pitted against each other inside the cage had triggered memories. He was one of those kids not long ago, before Dad brought him into the MC.
“Not right now. Not when it’s just the three of us. This was a recon mission, brother,” I said to King, holding his gaze strongly till he gave up and looked away, running a hand through his hair.
“You need a good fuck. That’s what you need,” I said, leading the way towards our bikes again. King was following reluctantly but I knew that we needed to get out of this place quickly before he did something foolish.
“Is that your answer to every fucking question, Commando?” he said with a frustrated laugh. I revved up the engine, while Slade and he jumped on their bikes.
“Fuck a tight pussy from behind and all is right with the world,” I said, my mind immediately filling with thoughts of Ava again. It felt strange even saying those words, because I could only think of her. Only imagine her. These were just empty words coming out of my mouth without any actual meaning.
“Yeah, you’re right. I need to get it out,” King said and we rode our bikes, back to the bar.
I wasn’t sure anymore, how this night might have turned out if I hadn’t met Ava. I might have reached for my gun the same way King had. One of us would have gotten killed and the other two would have returned to The Lucky Lady to fuck a bitch and raise a toast to our fallen brother. But not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to see Ava again.