Sicko

“Not fucking good.” I roll up the sleeves to my shirt, curling them around my elbows.

“Wanna call church?”

I nod my head. “Yeah.”

“What’s this I hear about a pretty girl here a few nights ago on your account?” Bonnie teases, hands on her wide hips. Bonnie is around the same age as Lion, sitting in their mid-fifties. She has long blonde hair, brown, beady eyes, and a whole lot of don’t-fuck-with-me going on.

“She’s my sister, first of all.”

Bonnie’s smile only stretches even farther. “Well, I’d be careful if you’re bringing her around, you know that if you don’t own it, one of these fuckers will.”

I flip her off as we make our way into the house.

Once I’m inside, I follow Lion into the main boardroom of the house, also known as the lounge room, where we hold what we call church. Cliché as fuck, but since there isn’t a hell room equivalent to church, we continue to use it.

I take a seat at Lion’s right side as the rest of the brothers pile in one at a time. My eyes find Wicked straight away, a slight grin playing on my mouth as my finger rubs my upper lip. His jaw is set, his eyes dead. Wicked is exactly as his name perceives him, fucking wicked. He’s who I choose to bring with me if I need anything done, and likewise with him.

He takes the seat beside me as Gypsy sits opposite, on the other side of his old man aka Lion. The little shit is a complete fucking headcase, driving his old man nuts. He’ll never be taken seriously in the club and will only ever be respected because of his lineage to Wolf Pack. Which makes him a brat. Justice goes beside Gypsy, our level-headed ex-lawyer who can negotiate his way out of any deal at the fucking drop of a hat. Beside Wicked is Roo, the Australian in the club and a thirty-three-year-old Thor looking motherfucker. I wanted his name to be Thor when he patched in, but he got Roo instead, because when he fought Gypsy in the ring, Lion said he kicked like a kangaroo. If you’ve ever seen one of those muscled machines kick, you’d know that’s not a fucking compliment. He has long blond hair, blue as fuck eyes, and skin as golden as the Sydney Bondi sand he comes from. Pretty fucker can crush your skull with a flick of his wrist too, so I wouldn’t fuck with him. Opposite Roo is Billie The Puppet, yeah, after the very same psychopath from Saw. I mean, need I say more? Billie is fucked in the head, and I don’t mean that lightly. He likes to play games with his victims, which means I very rarely take him with me on kills. He fucks around, likes to drag out death as long as he can before actually putting the poor fucker out of his misery. One time, in Sicily, we got in the middle of a mafia war between the Italians and the Russians. Was a fucking mess, but Billie here decided to send a message to the Bratva who had apparently personally insulted him by wearing the color pink. It was one man who wore pink, but Billie was offended. He took him, laid this poor little fucker beneath a hydraulic machine, and slowly crushed him. I’m putting it very fucking lightly. There were minutes there, before he sandwiched this poor cunt like a fucking crepe, that his flesh was popping out the sides, swollen and about to burst. Every time this little shit answered a question wrong, Billie would push the button. And I mean, he was asking stupid questions, like what’s after B? The kid would say “C!” and Billie would laugh like a maniac, scratch the Fuck the Police tattoo over his neckline and say, “Ehhhh! Wrong!” then push the button again. We’d all be sitting there fucking dumbfounded, but we knew this was what he liked to play. I mean, his story is one fucked up enough for the books. He is also the exception of how you should judge someone by their past. Even if they don’t live there no more, they still decided to live there once upon a time. He is that fucked in the head.

Opposite Billie is Fury. Fury is a Vet, African American man who, for real, you don’t want no beef with. He is old-school and has no problem ending your life with his fist. Fury is also one of the smartest fuckers I’ve ever met. Ever. He’s a single father to the most annoying brat in the world, but she’s also the MC princess, so if anyone picks on her, I’ll kill them.

Fluffy and Slim are our two prospects—for now—but they don’t sit in church with us. We leave the prospects with Billie. He has enough fun with them to last a fucking lifetime. Poor little fucks.