by Land, E. C.
I watch as Twister pushes the bitch off him. "Naw brother, you’re good. This bitch here sucks at sucking dick. Compare her to a dog slobbering over a bone and you can understand where I’m coming from.” He stuffs his dick back in his pants.
Thank fuck for small favors!
“Tell one of the other girls to give you lessons in sucking a dick before you come back to me.” Twister says as she scurries out of the room not even responding to his comment. Leaning back in his chair as I take my seat he speaks up, “So, what’s up? Heard you fucking carried Kenny out of the bar last night, fireman style after she threw her attitude at you in front of all the brothers." The ass has the nerve to laugh at me.
"You got your hands full with her brother. Good luck! You’re going to need it with that attitude and temper of hers. Trust me, I’ve been in your shoes and lived with her most of her damn life."
"Thanks. I’m gonna need all the luck I can with her. She’s a fuckin’ spitfire when she’s pissed. I got her ass to calm down once we were home." I smile at the thought of last night. She had been about pissed being carried out of the bar.
"Anyways, I wanna talk to you about the run tomorrow. You know how we discussed both of us going on this one? I think it needs to be one of us. My gut says something’s not right, and I want one of us to stay close to Kenny. I can go on this one to see how it goes.”
“I know what you mean. Last couple of days mine’s been doing the same. I agree with ya that one of us should stay near Kenny. You go ahead on this one; I’ll go the next time. The next few months as we learn the different routes, I want more than the usual amount of guys going on these runs, get a system down for what needs to happen. We can’t afford any fuck ups. "
I nod in agreement. Any type of fuck up would be bad when we’re trying to prove that as a new charter we can do our job. We may have all moved from the national charter but we still have to prove ourselves. "Yeah Prez between all of us we will make sure this run goes as planned. The Russians can be fuckin’ anal when it comes to their shit and who they will speak with. Have you heard who will be handing over the shipment?” According to our contact they are sending a guy with the shipment and he will become our new contact for when shipments need to be organized.
“Yeah man you won’t believe it, but they’re sending Grigory in with this shipment. Said he would be the one to take over this state for the guy he’s replacing. All shipments will go through him after tomorrow.”
Fuck! Grigory is one mean son of a bitch from what I’ve heard. The fact that he’s moving to the states could be a good or bad thing, depending on how things go when we meet face to face.
“Grigory moving stateside could mean several things. They might say he’s replacing this other guy, but you realize who he is, right?” Grigory is known as the Pakhan’s personal torpedo.
“I know brother. The stories I’ve heard would give a grown man nightmares. He is supposedly called The Boogeyman.” Twister shakes his head “After the run let me know what you think about the location of the docks. Maybe get Grigory’s input see what he says. If everything is good, we can sit down work out the rotation schedule for the next several months. I know it’s a two-hour straight shot there and back, but we can’t take the chance in risking DHS or ATF getting any wind of our businesses that are on the books, you know what I mean?"
“I got it Prez. Let’s get to church and figure this shit out. Rage and Thorn should have the best routes mapped out for us already.”
"Good. Gadget also has some new information that needs our attention. Let’s get this over with. I need to find a bitch that can actually suck a dick instead of licking it like it’s a fucking stamp. Bitch needs to be able to suck my dick like a damn blow pop trying to get to the center." I throw my head back laughing.
"Prez I seriously don’t need, or want, to hear about your dick." I shake my head as I walk into the room where we hold church. The buzz of my phone lets me know I have a text. Knowing it’s probably Kenny I pull my phone out to check. Reading her text that she was heading to the bar I respond letting her know I’ll meet her there later when were done here. Putting my phone back in my pocket I take my seat in next to Twister.
Usually we’d leave our phones in a box outside the room, however thanks to Gadget we can now keep them long as they’re silent. Gadget designed a device for when the doors to this room close. The device blocks the phone from being able to do anything except receive phone calls. Hell, we can’t even make a call out. The shit he comes up with is beyond me.
After everyone takes a seat Twister starts by making sure all the guys that were heading out in the morning were good to go with the route we will be taking. At everyone’s nods of agreement, he moved on to next subject we needed to discuss which I’ve been impatiently waiting for information on. Asking Gadget if he had anything new about the Dragons Fire MC.
"Yeah Prez I do. This morning I found out some shit you ain’t gonna like," Gadget says as he slides a file over to Twister. Keeping his eye on his Prez Gadget tells everyone what’s in the file. "Found out that Flame grew up with the Bastard Sons MC before they were taken apart. The ones that didn’t disintegrate patched into the Dragons Fire MC. Flame took over for his old man becoming Prez when he couldn’t do it anymore before Ratchet fucked their world up."
A roar of pure anguish sounds in the room as Twister slams his fist to the table, flinging papers everywhere. "I’m gonna kill that motherfucker! I wish I fucking knew back then. If I had known this shit back then none of this shit Kenny has dealt with would’ve happened. Same as our fuckin’ club. The fucker is dead when we find him. Fucking dead!” Twister’s breathing is heavy as he points to the pictures on the table.
Looking at the pictures that are scattered across the table I see a woman that could be Kenny’s twin. The same eyes, just the ones in the photos are lifeless. Her body is mutilated. Scars everywhere. "I always thought she ran off not caring about us, but they got her. Not just my old man, but my mom too." The pain Twister must feel right now at these pictures… I watch as he slumps back into his seat before lighting a cigarette. The tension in the air seems to vibrate with fury as everyone stays silent waiting for their Prez to tell them what he needs.
“Fuck Prez I’m sorry. We’ll get these bastards. They’re going to burn in hell for this shit.” I want him to know he’s not alone. We have his back no matter what.
Just then the doors burst open to a wide-eyed Izzy. "What the hell do you thinking you’re doing here Iz?" Twister roars at her, storming over to her, grabbing her arm and turning her to face him.
"I… I… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but no one was picking up their phones. I needed to get in touch with you and Horse. It's Kenny. She’s been in an accident. Her truck is wrapped around a fucking tree, and she’s missing. There was blood everywhere. I know she’s hurt but we couldn’t find her at the scene of the crash. When no one answered, I came straight here." She sobs as she looks towards me with wide eyes. Twister pulls her into his chest to try calm her the best he could.
"What do you mean she’s been in an accident?" She just text me not that long ago. I pull out my phone to call her when I see several missed calls from Izzy, and one from Kenny. Along with a single voicemail left a little over an hour ago. The time stamp shows it was left not long after she texted me about heading to the bar. As I put the phone to my ear and listen to the voicemail, my stomach fills with dread. The screams of pain break my fucking heart. Fuck she called me, and I wasn’t there for her again. As I’m pulling the phone from my ear I hear a voice. Pulling the phone back to my ear I listen again. Fuck! Flame has Kenny!
"Motherfucker!" I roar out throwing my phone against the wall causing it to shatter. "That fucker took Kenny. He took my fuckin’ ol’ lady. Someone had to have fucked with her truck for her to have crash. Fuck!" Her screams keep going through my head the pain she must be in kills me.
"Iz baby, know you’re upset. I’m fuckin’ pissed this is my sister we’re talkin
g about. But need you to go sit at the bar. We’ll be out there soon." I pace the room as Twister tries to calm Izzy down before sending her to the bar to wait while we figure out a game plan.
"Sit down for a minute while I see if we can find out where they could be. Gadget go work your magic. I’m fuckin’ calling Stoney to see if they may know where these fuckers might be. They have to be local though there’s no way they could have done this shit without being close. Have had to have been for a while. "
I couldn’t give a rat’s ass right now about anything other than getting to my woman. Feeling a hand on my shoulder I whip around to see Rage standing there. “VP you gotta get it together I don’t want to have to lock your ass down. Not when we need to find your ol’ lady.
Fuck if I don’t try to hold it together, he will do just that. Taking a breath, I try to calm down, but it’s not something I can just do. Shit! We’re talking about my woman here. The thought of not knowing if she’s okay or what they could be doing to her fuels the beast inside me. Unable to pay attention to anyone else around me I continue to pace the room while waiting for Gadget to find something.
“Lock it down brother you can’t do shit for her if we have to lock you down.” I look over to see Dragon eyeing me as if I’m about to shoot through the fucking roof.
“Fuck man I’m trying, but she’s my fucking world.”
"I found her.” The door slams open as Gadget runs in. “Stupid fucks were dumb enough to rent an old warehouse that was used for slaughtering pigs. Place is about fifteen miles from here. There’s more: while looking for their location something interesting caught my attention. You all know how we pay for all the club whores phone bills while they stay here? Well, when the Jazz was kicked out of here, she never turned hers in. And looks like she’s been busy. There’s a tracker in all the phones we give the bitches here. The bitch went straight to the fucking Dragons Fire MC the same night we kicked her ass out. From what I saw when I looked at the phone log she’s been texting and calling the same number for weeks, several times a day. They all match up to when Kenny is either at work or heading home. Also checked the tracker in her phone to see where she’s holding up at. Unless she ditched her phone, it’s giving the same location of the warehouse. "
"That bitch can die right along with them motherfuckers. Let’s get the fuck out of here!" I start for the door only to have Twister to step in front of me. “What the fuck Prez I’m going to get my fucking woman.”
“Wait a fucking minute Horse. I know what you’re feeling right now cause I’m feeling it too. That’s my fucking blood they have. But we can’t just storm a fucking warehouse we don’t know shit about it.” I know he’s right but I need to get to my woman she needs me. We know the location now we just need to go blow their fucking brains and get Kenny back.
"Prez is right. Let’s be smart about this. We’re with you brother all the way. Dragon you able to rig up a couple of those special presents you like to make?" Thorn asks.
"Fuck yeah! I always have a couple made up ready to go." Dragon shrugs like its nothing to keep homemade bombs ready to go. "What? I was saving them for a rainy day. You never know when you need to blow shit up."
“You’re fucking nuts! Tell me you don’t keep that shit in your room.” Burner speaks up.
“Nope not in my room. They’re held in the weapons shed.” Dragon answers Burner’s question sarcastically like he should have known the answer.
"Alright brother go grab them we’re gonna blow these fuckers up, and send them straight to hell. Stoney and some of his men are on their way now. Stoney knows were not waiting for them and expects to see Kenny when he gets here. Now grab your gear brothers. Remember, we ride thru hell to get to the other side. We do this together no matter what. We’re fucking brothers ‘til the end." Twister says, and everyone heads to get their shit. "Be on your bikes within five minutes." With that Twister leaves the room.
I follow not needing anything other than the gun that sits just inside my cut. I’ll use my Ruger SR45 to put a bullet right between Flame’s eyes. I watch Twister head to Izzy as I make my way to the door, I see him lifting her chin while he runs a hand down her back. I’ll have to remember to ask him about that at another time, but right now all I fucking care about is getting my damn woman back.
Doesn’t take us more than ten minutes to find the warehouse that Gadget told us about. Not bothering to sneak up on them we storm the fucking place surprising everyone who was in the room. Taking in my surroundings, I sneer in disgust at all the drug paraphernalia scattered around every surface. It’s full of women who looked like they were so strung out they don’t even move when they see us.
The men who are just as strung out as the women start shouting as they pull out their guns aiming at us. Pointing my own I start taking them out alongside my brothers. Doesn’t take long for us to finish off these dumbasses. They were too strung out to do much of anything.
“Fuck man that was too damn easy. Look at this place; it is fucking smells like pig shit. We need some fucking hazmat suits for this shit.” Thorn speaks up while kicking a body over.
A moment later another piece of shit walks in the room with his gun drawn. Not wasting time, I put a bullet straight in the fucker’s head watching as he drops to the floor.
Soon as he lands with a thud, Flame enters through the same door without a care as he steps over the body. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the knight in shining armor Horse. Didn’t take you long to find us at all now did it? Shame my brothers here were having such an enjoyable time with the whores that they didn’t do what they should have been doing. You know they should have known you all were coming when I brought that sweet bitch in here." Flame sneers at the bodies of his brothers laying on the floor looking around the room. "I had hoped to have more time with my sweet Kenny before you showed. She has the most incredible body I’ve ever seen. I was enjoying lavishing her. That is until you all had to interrupt us. She’s passed out from me wearing her tight cunt out. Your ol’ lady does know how to put up a fight I will give her that. " He looks at me with a smirk on his lips.
Without a word I pull the trigger. I aim for his head placing a bullet between his eyes as another hits him in the chest. I watch as Flame’s body drops to the floor. Fucker had it coming. No one fucking messes with my woman. "Rot in hell motherfucker!"
Stepping over the bodies that scatter the floor, I hear Twister bark out orders to spread out and find Kenny while Dragon sets up our final gift.
Walking through the door that I saw Flame come, I spot another one that’s locked. Aiming at the deadbolt I shoot the lock off the door. Opening the door, I see Kenny hanging from a chain connected to the ceiling. I rush to her. Yelling out for Twister I yank off my cut and shirt so I can cover her body.
I look back at the door as I hear my brothers running into the room. "Horse, brother, you hold her up while we get her down." Doesn’t take long to cut her loose. Once we have her wrists free, I quickly slip my shirt over her body as gently as I can before heading out the door.
"We need to get her to the hospital. She’s in rough shape." Dragon says while I hold her to me. I head to the van. We had a prospect drive over just for this.
"I’ll drive." Thorn climbs in the driver’s seat as I climb in the back holding Kenny to me.
"I’ve got you sweet girl. You’re safe now, I promise you. No one’s gonna ever hurt you again. I swear." I whisper in her ear before kissing her forehead gently. As we head for the hospital, I close my eyes and I do something I’ve never done. I pray.
22
Horse
Fuckin’ feels like an eternity waiting for answers is a bitch when it deals with someone that means the world to you. I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here. The need to know everything will be okay is overwhelming. I need her to be okay. I feel a hand on my shoulder that squeezes it gently. I look up to see that it’s my pops.
“Pops.” I say, the emotion I’ve been holding back almost break
ing through. I can’t break now when I need to be strong for my woman. She needs me to be strong for her. More now than ever.
"She’s going to be okay son. I swear she will make it through this. Long as she’s got you, she will be just fine." He pulls me into a hug when I stand. Damn I didn’t realize how much I needed him to be here until now. Pops is my fuckin’ rock.
"Family of Kenny Danes?" A young doctor asks as she steps through the doors I have been eyeing since we got here seven hours ago. When she sees that I step towards her she makes her way to us before introducing herself. “Hi, my name is Doctor Stephanie Connors. I’m Mrs. Danes doctor here.” With her hand she motions to a room that they use for triage. “Let’s step in here so that we may speak more privately.”
I’m more nervous now than ever as Twister, Pops and I step into the room. Why couldn’t she just tell us out in the waiting room? Did something happen since she’s been here? "I’m her husband this is her family. Is she okay?" The fear of something worse thinking of all the blood that covered her body when I carried her in hours ago.
"Yes sir, your wife will be okay. However, we did have to put her in a medically-induced coma to help with the pain from the injuries she sustained. She’s incredibly lucky to be alive after all she endured. Her right wrist is broken, so we‘ve put a cast on it. Her other wrist sustained some bruising, however was not broken. She has a broken leg that we had to operate on to re-set it with a couple pins. What concerns us the most at the moment is that she has some swelling around the brain from when she wrecked her truck. We started her on a medication to help reduce the swelling over the next day or so. Once it has gone down we will slowly bring her out of the coma. Her body needs the time to heal.”