“What more proof do you want man?” Clutch hissed.
“I think its money more than hate. He losing the bar and building to me was the last straw. His gambling has cost him a lot, not including three ex-wives and four kids.”
Vulture walks over and stares out of the window. “He brought me in. He saw something in me when I had nothing.”
“I know, but people change.” Roland injects.
“We need to find Nikko, see what he has to say,” Vulture said.
“We’re working on the info that Mud Dawg got from Chanel. Ohio is Filthy Vicious territory. I’ve reached out to them. They want backup on their next two gun run. I agreed. I should know something with the next twenty-four hours to forty-eight hours.”
“So we do nothing until then, right?” Vulture pinches his face with worry.
“Right. Until them, track down Liam. See what that littler fucker has to say about Pontius.”
***
Mud Dawg walks into the living room. Chanel is sitting on the floor, going through one of her boxes.
“My house smells like girl stuff?” He laughs as he hangs his jacket up the coat rack behind the door.
“It does not,” she giggles as she gets up from the floor. She walks over and kisses him. They both then sat down on the sofa.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too!” she leans over and gave him a kiss. “I’m ready for this. No more drama at the clubhouse either. I want to apologize for that.”
“I know babe you already told me. I get it, you had to mark your territory. Oh hey I forgot to tell you. Janice is going to buy your living room and bedroom furniture so we won’t have to put it in storage.”
“Cool.” She brought up her feet and snuggles in the crook of his arm. He stretches out on the long section of the sectional. “I never imagined that we’d end up living together.”
“You should have aimed higher than wanting a random fuck in the bathroom,” he chuckled.
“We still haven’t that yet.”
“Hmmm, if you behave I just might make your fantasy come true.”
“Mud Dawg, I’m not going to tell Monica anything. I know you think I don’t understand but I do. I’m choosing you. I love my friends but you need to know that anything you tell me in confidence will stay between us. Think of me as Las Vegas what you say and do will only stay with me,” she laughs.
“I’m not asking you to choose.”
“I know but I am choosing. It doesn’t mean they aren’t my friends. They are, I love them but I’m in love with you.”
“They’ll really hate me now; I win” he snickered. “Just so you know. I’ve done some pretty fucked up stuff in Vegas.”
“I can only imagine.” She chuckles.
He caresses her shoulder as they sat there in silence for a few moments. “I’ve done bad things Chanel. It’s who I am and I’m not going to change. I’m going to do more bad things. It’s who I am. I need you to be there for me. I need for you to understand that with me, things aren’t always black and white. What we do in the name of the club is what’s best for the brotherhood. Outsiders see it differently. The Feds, raids, jail, it’s all part of my reality. You’re going to have to learn to deal with that but I swear on my life. I’ll keep you safe.”
“I know baby. I’ll be there for you but you have to remember that you need to give me time to adjust to each situation.”
“I will and tomorrow I’m going to be unavailable for a while. I don’t want you to worry.”
“Is everything alright?”
“Somethings with the club need to be handled tomorrow.”
“Alright I won’t pry.” She looks at the television but her mind is racing with questions and concerns. “Hey, in a few weeks, once I’m all settled can we have some people over for a dinner. A getting to know you thing for my friends and yours?”
“Dinner huh,” he dreads the thought but he nods yes. She’s not the only one that needs to compromise.
“I think Clutch and my friend Dymin would hit it off. She wants a hot younger guy and he’s into older women. She owns the salon where I get my hair done at. Its right next door to Angie’s nail place salon.”
“Do you want to own your own business too?”
“No, I’m one of those people that still have no clue as to what they want to do when they grow up. I thought about going back to school to become a massage therapist.”
“Yeah or I could just wife you up and keep you barefoot and pregnant. You already don’t like wearing shoes,” he started laughing.
“I don’t think we’re at the baby stage yet, do you?”
“I guess we should spend some quality time together first before we have a lifetime of distraction added into the mix.”
“Look, we agree on something,” she giggles.
“If you do the massage therapist thing, you can’t hook up with some other hurt biker.”
“What if he’s a Filthy Vicious? No offense to your club but they have a cool name.”
“They have a common biker club name. Everyone is vicious this, filthy that. Let’s not forget the Hell something, or dead, reaper, bastard, or some kind of an animal. We’re originals when it comes to motorcycle club names. The Filthy Vicious, their clubhouse isn’t as cool as ours.”
She sniggers. “Yeah well maybe I will fall for the man and not the clubhouse.”
He was silent for a moment. “Well that just means you can’t be a massage therapist.”
She got up and onto her knees and began massaging his shoulders. “So how does this feel? I thought about the massage therapist because the lady that comes to Motions three times a week; she sets her own hours.”
“Yeah it does feel good but no way in hell do I want you climbing up on some dude then start rubbing all over him.
“Why not, I could get some good tips,” she teases him.
“Keep it up and I’ll chain you to my bed.”
“I’d like that,” she leans in and whisperers into his ear. “And it’s our bed now.” She licks the side of his face. “I really love you, you know that. You and all of your crazy ways.”
“I love you too baby.” He wraps her tightly in his arms.
“Promise me you won’t get killed tomorrow.”
“I promise,” he said. “Do you promise that when you go to work on Monday you won’t fall for another injured biker?”
“You know I won’t. You’re my dream man.”
***
They drove the delivery van into the warehouse. The doors open and 9 Iron and the Filthy Vicious president, Stone tosses Nikko out of the back of the unmarked van along with a duffle bag. Mud Dawg picks up the bag.
9 Iron gives a head nod to Roland, and then he got back into the van and they drove away without even looking back.
A dazed and bleeding Nikko is dragged through the warehouse. They head towards the staircases. Where he’s thrown down the stairs. He screams as his head bumps and thuds on each step.
On the landing he’s grabbed around the ankles and yanked into a room that the officers call Purgatory. Only the Revelator officers have the keys to this room. The smell of piss and blood lingers in the air as a reminder that most that enter, do not leave.
Einstein, Yoke, Tallahassee began working up a sweat stomping and walloping the thief. They added to the beating that the Filthy Vicious had given him when they stormed his hide out. Mud Dawg and Roland stand in a tense silent in the corner watching the door. Ten minutes later Clutch and Pontius walk into the room.
Roland waits several moments before he gestures for the whipping to stop. Nikko attempts to raise his head but it’s slammed back down onto the concrete by a heavy boot to the neck. He screams but with the sound proof walls only the men in the room heard his terror.
Even in his battered condition, Nikko knew that his only hope is to tell everything and maybe they would let him live; maybe. He tried to focus on the men in the room; to spot Roland. His eyes are swollen and h
e can’t see anything clearly. He vomits and the boot on his neck, slid off and kicks him in the back.
Roland snarls. “Who where you working with?”
“Let’s kill him and be done with it.” Pontius sounds off. He’d been in this room more times than he’d care to remember. Except now it feels different. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they knew the truth.
Nikko tries to speak but he only manages to spill more blood from his mouth. Roland lifts Nikko’s head. “I’m a reasonable man. Since my boys here have fucked you up pretty good, tell me what I want to know.”
“I’m sorry,” Nikko croaks out in a pain filled voice.
“See what I mean, kill that bastard!” Spit flew from Pontius mouth. “It’s too late. The drugs are obviously gone.”
He might not be able to see clearly but he’d heard Pontius when he spoke. With what strength he has left in him; he lifts his broken hand in Pontius direction.
Before Pontius could respond, the door to Purgatory opens and Liam is pushed inside. A frowning Vulture follows behind him.
“I see you found him,” Roland replied.
“Tell him!” Vulture growls.
Liam eyes dart around the room. “It was his idea.” He points towards Pontius. “He wants to keep the club distracted while he tries to track down Nikko and the other half of the drugs. He told me to fake the robbery at the stash house.”
“He’s lying!” Pontius dives towards Liam. Vulture blocks his path. Pontius spins around. “Are all of you going to just stand there and let these two pieces of shit lie about me?”
“We know the truth,” Clutch spoke.
“You know what?” Pontius fumes.
“The Jones brothers tried to double cross you while you tried to double cross them.”
Pontius didn’t respond but Nikko nods. Clutch stomps over to Nikko and shoots him in the head. Pontius jumps as Nikko’s brains splattered all over the floor.
Liam screams and races for the door. He’s caught by Einstein and shoved down on to the floor. “Sit the fuck down and shut the hell up!” Einstein shouts.
“You fucking idiot! How are we going to find the drugs or money now?” Pontius shouts at Clutch.
Mud Dawg tosses a brown duffle bag onto the floor. “The rest of the drugs. He never sold them.”
“Where did you get that?” Pontius questioned.
“Ohio,” sarcasm is written all over Mud Dawgs’ face.
Each man turns at the door to Purgatory is pushed open. The slow steady gate of a seventy-year-old man entered the room.
“Welcome to the party Joey, we’ve been waiting on you.” Roland grins as he walks over to greet the founder of the Revelators.
“Hello everyone,” Joey responds with a shaky voice. He leans on the cane in his left hand for support. “Thank you boys for inviting me.”
“It was the appropriate thing to do. You and Pontius go way back,” Roland asserted,
“Joey, thank God. These bastards are taking that dead nig…”
“Careful what you say motherfucker!” Einstein interrupts.
“No disrespect to you Einstein. I need all of you to understand that I didn’t join with the Jones brothers and steal from the club.” Pontius wipes the sweat from his brow.
“I’m old,” Joey snorts. “I just left my doctors’ appointment. Seems like I’m always at the doctors’ office.”
“Are you doing alright Joey?” Vulture asked.
“Didn’t you just hear me say that I’m old?” Joey snickers. He shuffles over close to Pontius. “This is a mess isn’t it?” He looks down at Nikko.
“Yes it is.” Pontius responds. “I’m glad you’re here. You’re level headed.”
“Who’s that?” Joey points to Liam.
“He’s a prospect,” Mud Dawg replied.
Joey nodded. “He didn’t make the cut huh?”
“No Sir he didn’t,” Mud Dawg said.
“Einstein, we got what we need from Liam,” Roland motions with his head.
“Alright,” Einstein grips Liam by the hair, yanks his head back and slit his throat.
“Fuck!” Pontius felt his stomach churn.
“Tobias Sr. He’s the one that pushed for you to be a member.” Joey began again. “Do you remember Pontius?
“Yes I remember.” Pontius quietly replies.
“Did I show you my new cane?” Joey raises his cane. “It has remarkable etching on the handle. Cost a pretty penny too but at my age, why not splurge.” He joked. He pushes the release button on the handle. Then he jabs the knife that now jetted from the bottom into Pontius Achilles tendon.
Pontius screams and falls to the floor.
“Ephesians 4:31 - 4:32. Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.” Joey spoke.
“I didn’t betray the club,” Pontius cries.
“No one in this room is free from sin. You forgot the golden rule Pontius. God forgives, Revelators don’t. Mud Dawg, bring me that chair from over there.Never trust a man that is named after Pontius Pilate. It’s a dead giveaway that he’s going to fuck you over.”
Mud Dawg grabs the single back wood chair and brings it over to Joey. “Thanks, now I’m going sit here while you do that knife thing you do so well. Make it last, I haven’t been entertained for a while.”
Mud Dawg smiles at the flattering comment coming from Joey. “I’ll be my pleasure,” he says as he removes the knife from his belt.
Pontius shrieks fall on deaf ears.
Sneak Peak
Filthy Vicious MC: Sympathy for the Devil
Adrenaline is the only thing that keeps Delilah Starks moving. She stumbles barefoot across the alley and tumbles down onto her bloody knees.
Fear and pain devour her body and soul. The darkness in her heart reflects the evil that she'd been through. The last place she wants to go is always the first place that she thinks of when her life is in turmoil; back to him.
She has fractured ribs. That awful sound pierced her ears. Crunching, cracking of her bones followed by mind numbing pain.
Her body is on fire.
Blood pours from between her thighs. She didn’t want to think about the damage they did to her.
She's not a religious person, but she begins to pray that she'd lives just a few minutes longer. This single thought runs through her mind as she continues towards her final destination.
She loses her footing and falls on to a row of trash cans. She hits the dirt with a hard thud.
The cold ground soothes her skin as her fight for life begins to lose its battle to the reality of death.
With nothing but sheer determination. She forces herself to roll over and get up onto her knees. No way in hell is she going to die on the street like an animal.
She grabs one a lid from one of the trash cans and tries to push herself back up onto her feet. Instantly her legs give away and she falls up against a tree.
Fight! She has to keep fighting.
She reminds herself that the house is a hundred yards or less away. She hopes. Her vision is beyond reliable at this point. The bungalow has to be at the end of the block. It felt like forever since she’d been here.
The closer she gets fuzzy images of items that she recognizes began to appear. A truck along with a motorcycle are in the driveway. It also appears that a car is being rebuilt. Let’s not forget the dogs. He has two German Shepherds. This is a problem she hadn’t anticipated. These dogs do not know her. When she was last here he owned Rottweilers.
Maybe she has the wrong house. The dogs pace back and forth behind the chain link fence. Vicious barking penetrated the night air. She focused hard on the emblem on the Harley Davidson. If she could have smiled she would have. However, her face isn’t in the condition to make such a gesture.
She pauses in front of the house apprehension and relief wash
es over her at the same time. They became vicious when her hand touches the gate. One of them jumps at the fence and she stumbles backwards.
He trains the dogs to protect him and the property. She weights her options. Enter into the yard and get mauled to death or hope that he would look out and see what has the dogs so riled up. Hopefully he’d do that before she drops dead. Seconds pass into minutes, which seemed like hours as she contemplates her options.
Maybe she should have thought twice about coming here. It’s too late now. She leans on the fence, takes a shallow, painful breath and opens the gate. The porch light clicks on and the front door flings open. A bright light lit up the entire yard before she could enter.
He steps out onto the porch. Even at this indistinct distance she knows that he has a gun in his left hand. Probably a Glock 37.45 Caliber GAP.
“What do you want?” His voice is low and husky as if he’d just awaken.
He appears to only have on a pair of jeans and nothing else. “I’m in trouble!” Delilah’s voice is breathless from the pain. She takes a hesitant step into the yard.
He calls off the dogs with a motion of his hand. They obediently sit down and stop barking. She too halts under his nonverbal command.
“This is getting old Delilah!”
“Please!”
He makes a guttural sound. “Fine, but I don’t want you bleeding all over my front porch. Go around to the back.” He turns around and slams the door shut before she can respond.
She hesitates before she moves further into the yard. Even though the dogs are quiet now; they kept her under their watchful eyes. She closes the gate behind her. Holding onto the fence for balance, she makes her way toward the back of the house.
The dogs follow her every painful step she takes as she moves towards the back yard.
He’s standing on the back porch.
Even without seeing him up close she knows that an annoyed look is on his face. He whistles to the dogs and they run to him. He lets them inside the house while she has to remain outside.
“You’ve got three minutes, then I’m going back to bed,” he says as he leans up against the porch rail. He crosses his tattooed, muscular arms. The gun is still gripped firmly in his hand.
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