Revelators MC: Highway To Hell

by Britt Collins

  “Yeah, yeah, it looked like that one.”

  “I don’t know,” Tallahassee shook his head. “Lot of weird shit has happened to us over the past year. Mud Dawg accident was the first thing, then Clutch had that house fire. Pres, the brakes on your truck went out. I don’t believe in that many coincidences.”

  “Let’s not forget the Jones brothers fucking us over,” Einstein added. “Seems like someone is trying to tear our family apart.”

  Everyone at the table nods in agreement.

  “Off topic but I’ve got a question. Does Chanel know that you’re a twisted deviant?” Clutch laugh.

  “She is too.” He smiled as he thought of Chanel. “So if you don’t mind, we need to speed this up.”

  “What did she do that was so twisted?” Clutch questioned.

  “I’m not going there man.” Mud Dawg responded.

  “What? You aren't sharing? What the fuck!” Yoke laughed. “You always share, hell you usually record that shit.”

  “Or he sends the live webcam feed to us,” Vulture added.

  “Everyone at the table laughed.

  “Yeah, he likes this one. Mud Dawg has feeling. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or if it’s going to make him more fucked up,” Roland smiled but he meant every word.

  Mud Dawg grunted. “I’m not going at her like that. This is different.”

  “Pussy is pussy bro,” Vulture commented.

  “No, it’s not. She’s a civilian. I need to wine and dine her. I have to figure out how to do this right. So once again we need to get this done, I got plans.”

  “In a minute Romeo” Roland joked. “We have a pickup tonight of some must needed items that can help us get back on track money wise. Mud Dawg, you and Clutch need to take Utah with you.”

  “He’s doing alright so far.” Mud Dawg replies. “I like Utah. He’s a little whiny, but it’s his age, dude is still wet behind the ears. He’s a hell of a lot better than Liam. He’s a little pussy,” Mud Dawg added.

  “He’s weak, that’s not a good thing in our lifestyle.” Einstein said.

  “Very true.” Clutch responds.

  “The rest of us will go deal with our new acquaintances. Anything else?” Roland held the gavel in his hand.

  Yoke raises his hand. “I was just wondering if Mud Dawg has given any thought to the shit storm that’s going to be brewing. True Believers and Bunnies are not going to be happy with Chanel being in the picture. They aren't going to like that one bit,” Yoke smirked. “Especially Samantha, she’s been going after your dick hard.”

  Mud Dawg laughed. “Going after it hard but she can’t keep it hard. I mean damn, that awful noise she makes fucking ruins the mood. I have to put a gag in her mouth just to keep my dick up,” he chuckled.

  The guys erupted into laughter again. Clutch reached into his pocket and took out a hundred dollar bill. “I give it three days before you fuck it up with Chanel. Scare that civilian back to a man with a nine to five?” He slapped his money down onto the table.

  The rest of the club officers tossed money onto the table. The time frame ranging three days to two weeks at the most.”

  “Fuck y'all” Mud Dawg laughed. “I got this. She isn’t going anywhere, even if she wants to!” He continued to laugh.

  “And there it is, he’s going cray, cray already,” Einstein laughed.

  Pontius, the oldest member of the club and the VP motions for everyone to quiet down. “On another subject other than Mud Dawg sex life, what are we going to do about Nikko Jones?”

  “Find him and kill him just like we did his twin brother!” Roland responds. “I wasn’t aware that plan of action had changed.”

  “It’s going on two months already and we still haven’t found him.” A frustrated Pontius spoke up.

  “If it’s the last thing I do, the remaining Jones brother will get what’s due to him. So will anyone that in with him. I’m getting the drugs back or the money its worth. Along with his last breath.”

  “I say we go after his family and hit them hard,” Pontius began. “Take out one of his kids, then snatch another one. He’s got six of them that I know about.”

  “What if he doesn’t come forward?” Clutch asked. “Are you telling us that we’re supposed to go through with that threat? We don’t bring family into club business.”

  “Exactly, we don’t kill women and children” Mud Dawg quickly replied. “None of his family has shit to do with the dealing of the Jones Brothers.”

  “Then we put the word out. If he wants the rest of them to live to an old age, he does an even exchange; our merchandise for their lives. It’s an idea we need to give some thought.” Pontius continued on.

  All the officers stared at him in disbelief, then their eyes slowly shift over to Roland.

  Pontius knew that Roland is going to be dead set against it, but it had to be done. He wants Nikko dead.

  “I remember a time that you wouldn’t even have had that thought.” Roland glared at him.

  “Times change,” Pontius held his stare.

  “People change,” Roland responded.

  Something isn’t right between the two men and everyone felt it for some time now. It’s a big pink elephant in the room. You see it, but you don’t say anything about it. Because you’re not sure if others see it too.

  “Give it some thought! A relative would be leverage and I’m aware of what we do and don’t do. I helped write the fucking bylaws. Those bastards stole fifteen kilos of our cocaine. That’s over half a million dollars. His kids might not know a damn thing, but our club can’t afford to take that kind of hit. We’re running out of options and money. If you have a better plan, let us all in on it.” Pontius leaned back smugly in his chair.

  Mud Dawg shook his head as he glared at Pontius. “I mean fuck... You can’t be alright with this?” He questions Roland.

  “Hard times call for hard measures. It’s not personal, it’s business and if it comes to that point, we’re going to do what we have to do. No matter who is involved,” Roland focuses his cold gray eyes on Pontius.

  Pontius smiled. “Good, I’ll see if I can find the location of one of his kids. Barry is a low budget weed dealer. He should be the easiest to find.”

  ***

  They sat in the van and waited. Almost as if they have a mental bond they glanced at their watches. It was ten after midnight, the connection is late.

  “I appreciate you guys brining me, but I don’t like this,” Utah groan. “When someone is late, it usually means that something is wrong.”

  “Me either. I need to leave. I can’t wait here all night,” Mud Dawg grumbled. He’d had a good day spending it with Chanel, he even got her better locks like he said he would. He wanted to wake up next to her again. Damn, he feels like a smitten teenager. He reaches into his pocket and removed his phone and sent her a text. ‘Hey,’

  “What’s your rush?” Clutch asked.

  “I’m not in a rush.” Mud Dawg responds as he held the phone in his hand, waiting on a response. It’s getting late, she might have fallen asleep. He kept her in bed pretty much all day, but they sure as hell didn’t sleep, he laughed to himself.

  Utah leans over into the front seat. “Hey, Mud Dawg can I ask you a serious question?”

  Mud Dawg smiles as his phone vibrated with her response.

  ‘A man of many words, lol’

  He chuckles as he began to type. ‘Yep, I’ll be by when I’m done, alright?’ he wrote back.

  She immediately replied. ‘No breaking and entering this time. I don’t want you messing up the new locks you got me. Use the key and don’t act like you didn’t make a copy’

  ‘LOL, Yeah I did. I talked about you in Church today,’ he typed.

  ‘What? Why’ she quickly responded.

  ‘They joked about me rushing 2 get back 2 u’

  ‘Aw, U LIKE ME!!!!’ she teased.

  ‘Teasing me huh? I may have 2 spank u 4 that’

  ‘YEAH!’ />
  ‘Good Girl’

  “Hey, so can I ask?” Utah taps Mud Dawg on his shoulder.

  “What? Yeah Utah, go on and ask?” ‘I’m bored. Send a nude pic ’ Mud Dawg typed.

  “Alright, here’s my question. I can ask it now that you’re all better. When you had your accident did you think you were going to die?” Utah asked.

  Mud Dawg waited on her response. It’s taking too long. Maybe he pissed her off.

  “Mud Dawg!” Utah calls out his name.

  “Stop talking about all of this negative shit.” Clutch piped into the conversation. “It’s bad karma.”

  “Yeah, I did.” Mud Dawg finally answered Utah. “I remember being the air, looking down at the pavement seconds right before I hit and I just thought this is it. I’m going to die. I slammed onto the asphalt, then I don’t remember anything until I woke up in the hospital two weeks later.” His phone vibrates and he quickly clicked on her response. He starts laughing. She had written on a piece of paper the nude. He responds with a frowning face.

  ‘I sent you a nude pic’ Chanel text back to him.

  “What are you laughing at?” Clutch looks over at Mud Dawg.

  “Chanel. I asked for a nude pic and she wrote the word nude on a piece of paper and sent it to me.” Mud Dawg continued to chuckle.

  “That’s not funny!” Clutch frowns. “Why you laughing so hard?”

  “Because…because we’re joking around dude. Lighten up, shit!” Mud Dawg turns around to face Utah. “Tell the truth, you motherfuckers were dividing up my shit weren’t you?” Mud Dawg laughed.

  “I asked for your flat screen and sex toys,” Utah laughed so hard he snorted.

  “That’s nasty, who would want old sex toys?” Clutch made a face.

  “Coming from the man who I heard is into banging GILFs’” Utah replies as he continues to laugh.

  Clutch watched Mud Dawg send off another text. “You messaging Chanel again?”

  “Yep.”

  “Three days before you F it up.”

  Mud Dawg chuckled. “Man, I already done broke into her house,” Mud Dawg burst into laughter. “She didn’t call the cops so that’s a good sign.”

  “WHAT THE FUCK?” Clutch and Utah both said at the same time.

  Mud Dawg continued on. “Yeah. I told her to wait up after I took her home from Kickers. She went to sleep so I broke in her house. I scared her half to death. She was sound asleep by the time I got back from Kickers after the shooting. We needed to talk though and I didn’t want to wait.”

  “You’re lucky she didn’t shoot your ass. How the fuck did you know she didn’t her man up in there with her?”

  “She isn’t seeing anyone.”

  Clutch grunted. “How do you know?”

  “She came to Kickers looking for me. Plus I did some digging around. I knew that she was divorced. She’s had some dates, nothing serious. This asshole keep bothering her online. I might have to do something about that.”

  “A divorced woman went to a bar. That doesn’t mean she don’t have a man.”

  “She don’t have a man.”

  “How do you know all of that stuff, she told you?”

  “Nope. You know I got my ways of finding out info. We did talk about some stuff when I went back after Church. Not the online shit though. That I already knew.”

  “You talked? When you start having conversations with bitches you fuck?”

  Mud Dawg spun around in his seat. “What did I tell you about calling her a bitch?”

  Clutch couldn’t believe what he is hearing or the look he’s getting from Mud Dawg. “I don’t like this bro, I don’t like it at all. You hooked on a bit…sorry a woman you just banged yesterday. Technically this morning since you broke into her house.”

  “You know I met her when I started going to physical therapy.”

  “Yeah but you just now stuck your dick in her right? You need to chill bro, get your head straight. She’s not even that pretty. How about after we’re done here, we go pull a train on that new girl, Lotus. You in for that Utah?”

  “Hell Yeah!” Utah beams from the backseat.

  “Lotus, damn stripper name.” Mud Dawg lets out a deep sigh. “No she’s not pretty, she’s beautiful and I’m tired of club pussy. All of them want something from me. Drugs, money, a job. They want to do porn or be a stripper. Chanel doesn’t want anything but me. I’m not going to fuck around on her and you need to stop bothering me on the topic. I want to do this right. I want this to work. I really like her.”

  “You not fuck around? Bro stop being delusional. You love pussy.”

  “More to life than random pussy.”

  It’s Clutch turn to sigh. He chose his words carefully. He didn’t want to get into it with Mud Dawg over some bitch. “It’s the accident. Don’t take this wrong but it scared you.”

  “It open my eyes to my reality.” Mud Dawg said.

  “Fear isn’t a bad thing.” Clutch added.

  “I’m not scared. I just want more.”

  Clutch grunts. “She got his cock on lockdown already,” Clutch turns to Utah, “He must have found the golden pussy all wrapped up in chocolate.”

  Mud Dawg laughs to break the tension.

  “I like black girls,” Utah smiled. “I’ve never been with one but it’s not for a lack of me trying.”

  Mud Dawg phone vibrated again, another text from Chanel. ‘So what u doing now?’

  He chuckles and shakes his head. He’s half tempted to tell her the truth. ‘Waiting on a delivery’ it wasn’t a lie.

  ‘I won’t ask who makes deliveries at this time of night, lol’

  ‘You learn fast,’

  ‘I Googled biker etiquette, lol’

  ‘LMAO’ He began laughing hard. From out of the corner of his eye he could see Clutch glaring at him again.

  ‘Don’t do that. U got a great ass!’ she texted.

  ‘U want to lick it? Lol’

  ‘I did that this afternoon’

  ‘you’re making me hard’

  ‘good then you will be here soon!”

  “You need to put your phone away and focus on the task at hand.”

  Mud Dawg ignored Clutch as he looked at his watch again. “I’m going to check inside to look around. You know Shawn, he’s not the brightest.”

  The two men follows Mud Dawg lead into the warehouse. As soon as Mud Dawg neared the back of the warehouse the scent of blood fills his nostrils. “Aw hell,” he mumbles as he drew his nine millimeter. This is the last thing they need. Clutch and Utah did the same as they move up behind him. The three fanned out with precision as they began to search the warehouse.

  Utah saw him first and he calls out for Mud Dawg and Clutch.

  “Damn,” Clutch nudged Shawn with his foot. “He’s dead as a fucking doornail.”

  “Where’s our semi-automatic pistols, shouldn’t there be six crates of them?” Mud Dawg questioned.

  Clutch looks around, nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah, it should be six crates.”

  “Hey, do you ever wonder why people say that expression?” Utah asked.

  “What the hell are you talking about now?” Mud Dawg asked.

  “When people say that someone is dead as a doornail?” Utah answered as he put his gun back into its holster.

  “He’s got a point when you think about it, it is an odd thing to say” Clutch said.

  “It’s old, around the fourteenth century. William Langland a French poet wrote. ‘Fey withouten fait is febelore þen nouȝt, And ded as a dore-nayl’ Faith without works is feebler than nothing, and dead as a doornail.” Mud Dawg spoke up as he continues to search the area.

  Clutch and Utah both stared at him.

  “What?” He eyes them. “I know how to read motherfuckers! It wouldn’t hurt you two to pick up a damn book sometime. Ignorance is not a good trait.”

  Clutch glances over at Utah. “He only started reading after his accident” he began laughing hard. “His
ass was laid up, couldn’t do shit but read.”

  “My ex-girlfriend had a kindle. She broke it when she threw it at me” Utah smirked. “She caught me banging her cousin. Well I was with her cousin and her best friend, but the friend was underneath the cousin. You know I was taking it out of one and sticking it in the other. They were stacked one on top of the other when she walked in.” He demonstrates the position with his hands.

  “You been hanging around Double Dip too much,” Mud Dawg said as walks over to inspect the body more closely. The blood pooled from underneath Shawn. “He has one in the stomach and two in the chest. Someone wanted to make sure that he was dead. More important, they robbed us. We can’t keep taking hits like this. We were going to use this to break ground with the Russians.”

  “Who do you think did this?” Utah asked.

  Clutch shrugged, “Quincy and his crew would be my guess. They always need guns.”

  “You always think it’s him doing fowl things to us,” Mud Dawg shot him a look. “You’re fucking paranoid. Quincy doesn’t know that you banged his mom.”

  “Oh, oh that’s real? Oh SHIT! I thought it was just a joke going on about you and old women” Utah grimaced. “His mom, that, that seems so, so gross.”

  “It’s older women not old women. You make it sound like I’m screwing some ninety-year old piece. Have you seen his mother? She’s hot as hell!” Clutch shouts.

  “How many times did you screw her?” Utah perks up as he steps over the body and walks towards Clutch.

  “A few times, I got my iPad from her. That all happen well over a year ago, almost two years ago.”

  “You traded your dick for an iPad?” Utah is completely confused now.

  Mud Dawg starts laughing.

  “Don’t be an asshole. I’m just saying that she gets good merchandise, sometimes.”

  “We have twenty of them in the warehouse over on Anderson Road; just sitting there in boxes. You fucked her because you wanted to.” Mud Dawg continued to tease his step-brother.

  “I tell you what, fuck both of you alright!”

  Utah taps Mud Dawg on the arm. “I bet her pussy taste like stale bread.”

  “Yeah man, her pussy juice squirts out lumpy like cottage cheese,” Mud Dawg added fuel to the fire. The look on Clutch face sent him doubling over with laughter. “Look he’s getting mad. He can talk about my piece but he doesn’t want anyone not saying shit about his old pussy fetish. Textbook Oedipus complex.”