by P. T. Macias
We take care of our own; we take care of Redding.
I shrug my shoulders, walking over to the bar. Yeah, it’s no biggie. We do what we need to do to survive, to have the MC’s back because we’re family.
The Anarchy Kings is the mother club, and we have charters throughout California, Washington, and Oregon. You can say that we can hold our own. We have the Anarchy Kings MC Charters in critical locations that make it easy to do our drug and amo business. It’s all a matter of being careful. We also deal with our repair shop, strip club, bars, and yeah, you can say that we have prostitutes, but only the ones that want to work.
Therefore, the one percenter is very much part of the Anarchy Kings MC.
Three
Casper
I stop at the door crossing my arms, looking at my Prez, Stan.
“Hey Casper, what do you have for me,” Stan asks, leaning back into his dark brown leather chair.
He runs his fingers through his dark, which has gray at the temples. He’s getting older, and soon he’ll be ready to hand over the President seat to a brother. It most likely is his son, my brother, Jaxx. Yeah, Jaxx is a good man, trained to be Prez, and it’s his legacy.
“Prez, the canary talked, and he stated that he was breaking into the warehouse to install a camera to gather information on the MC. The leader is a young punk named Von Lime. It’s what we feared, they want to take over our turf,” I say, shaking my head.
“Stupid little motherfuckers don’t have any common sense! They’re messing with the wrong MC,” Stan says, smirking.
“Yeah, what do you want me to do with the punk,” I ask, cracking my neck.
“We should wait until tomorrow and then handle it. I’m calling the church in fifteen minutes,” Stan says, pursing his lips tight.
“Right, I’ll be there,” I say, nodding, and walking away.
Fuck!
I need to take a shower, get some food because I'm starving. It’s great that I don’t need to take care of the canary until tomorrow. After Church, I’m going to get me some at the strip club.
I walk into my room, taking off my clothes. I take a quick shower, I trim my beard, and I gather my hair at the top, pulling it back into a ponytail.
Yes, I walk into the room, grabbing my black t-shirt, jeans, boots. I pull on my leather cut, walking out of my room, heading to the kitchen for some food.
“Hey, Casper,” Tracy says, following me into the kitchen.
“Hi Doll, what’s up,” I say, glancing at her. I stop at the stove to look at the food.
Yeah, the club whores cook our meals, keep the clubhouse clean, and give us some good loving.
“Big man, what are you doing,” Tracy says, leaning into my back. She slides her hand up and down my chest.
Fuck!
The bitch knows how to turn me on.
“Doll, I’m getting some dinner. I need to get into Church in a few minutes,” I say, serving my plate full of ribs, salad, and mashed potatoes.
“Okay, well, I’ll see you after,” Tracy asks, stepping to the side, looking up, licking her lower lip.
“I don’t think so, tonight I'm working, but maybe next time,” I say, shaking my head.
“Right, I hope you like the ribs. I made them specially because I know how much you love them,” Tracy says, leaning against the kitchen counter crossing her arms. She smiles, looking at my full plate.
I gaze into her dark brown eyes, and damn, Tracy wants more than what I can give her. Am I giving her the wrong message? Maybe it’s time to step back.
“Thanks for dinner, Doll. I’m sure that I’ll love the ribs. I’m getting me a beer,” I say, nodding, walking to the bar.
Fuckingtastic!
The bar is empty except for the prospect that's tending the bar. I’m so fucking relieved that I don’t have to talk to anyone. I need some time alone. I slide onto the barstool, placing my plate on the bar countertop.
“Hi Brock, could you get me a beer,” I say, lifting my chin up.
“Right,” Brock says, turning to grab me a beer from the refrigerator. He’s one of our prospects that will get their patch soon.
All of the Motherfuckers that want to join the MC are required to prospect. Yeah, they all have to go through a vetting period until they show us their worth, their loyalty to the Anarchy Kings MC. Of course, they do all of the work that we don’t want to do, yeah, the grunt work, They take care of everything and anything that needs to be done, and it includes cleaning up. Yes, removing the bodies, any evidence at the scenes.
Fuckingtastic!
These ribs are fucking awesome.
I take a long pull from my beer, and then I finish up the ribs. I look at my burner phone for messages, and at the time.
Okay, I’m fucking full, and it’s time for Church.
Let me tell you that Church is not a fucking religious event, it’s the MC’s meeting at the Chapel, which is our conference room. Only patched members are allowed in Church, and it’s mandatory.
Period.
Fuck yes, we attend no matter if it rains, shines, and feeling sick. Yes, of course, if you're dead, that’s a given.
I push off the stool, nodding at Brock. I walk down the hall, into the Chapel. The room is full; the brothers are sitting around the table. It looks like they’re waiting on me.
Fuckingtastic.
“Brothers,” I say, walking to my chair, dropping onto the seat.
“It’s good of you to honor us with your presence,” Stan says, scowling.
“Sorry,” I say, clenching my fists on my lap.
“Church is in session! We have some information that Casper managed to extract from the Cougars the little weasel,” Stan says, looking around the room.
“What the fuck did he say,” Jaxx says, looking at me. He’s the VP and the heir to the Prez seat.
“The scrawny punk was trying to break into the warehouse to install a camera to gather intel. The Cougars' leader is Von Lime; the son of a bitch wants to get our amo contact. That’s the Motherfucker’s grand plan to take over the Anarchy Kings MC turf,” I say, leaning on the table.
“Slink, I need you to gather all of the information on the Cougars ‘s, the Lime motherfucker, and anything,” Stan says, looking over at Troy. We call him Slink because he’s the MC’s IT genius, he has incredible abilities to hack into any system, including the government, the FBI without getting caught. Yeah, he stealthily slides into the systems.
“On it,” Slink says, taking notes on his tablet.
“We have a run next week to deliver the amo order to the clients,” Stan says, looking at his notes.
“We want the Men of Mayhem, Baron, Brett, Michail, Knox, and Ronin back up the brothers on the run. Dominic, Casper, and Trigger will direct the run next week,” Jaxx says, looking at the brothers.
“I want every brother to attend to their regular work at the Burning Pit bar, Kings Bar, Shameless Strip Club, and the King’s Repairs and Towing. Don’t forget to take care of the girls,” Stan says, nodding.
“On it, right, will do, okay,” the brothers respond around the room.
“Church has ended,” Stan says, hitting the gravel on the table.
The brothers stand around the table, fisting their right hand, pumping our arms, yelling out our dogma.
“Anarchy Kings rule, the brothers' respect, honor, and fidelity!”
Four
Casper
“Hi handsome, are you up to having some fun,” Lucy purrs, sliding her arms around my waist, kissing my neck.
This girl is always sneaking up at me, and it’s time that I start pulling away. I can’t have her thinking that we have a relationship when we don’t.
That’s the deal with the club whores, they’re eager to please, and what man would in their right mind turn them down. What they don’t get is that the brothers don’t think of making them their old lady.
I know that's not in my plans. I don't plan on getting chained down with an old lady, especially
when I don’t know how to love.
I don’t have a heart. I've never felt love, so I’m not looking for something that I don’t believe, and I don’t believe in love. So why give a girl any false hopes, fuel their dreams when I can’t give them what they want.
I take a long pull of my beer, looking over at Dominic and Trigger. We’re eating our dinner at the bar watching the TV before we leave on our runs to collect.
“Sweetheart, you’re looking really good,” Dominic says, winking at her.
“She sure is,” Trigger says, turning to look at her.
“Doll, I don’t have time, I have some work to do,” I say, not looking at her.
“Oh wow, maybe later,” Lucy says, pulling her arms from my waist.
“Yeah, could be,” I say, shrugging.
“I’ll be available to play with you later tonight,” Trigger says, smirking.
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” Lucy says, smiling.
“I’m ready to go,” I say, taking the last pull of my beer.
“Okay, let’s go,” Trigger says, sliding off the stool.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Dominic says, wiping his hands on the napkin.
A few minutes later, we exit the clubhouse and walk over to our bikes. I slide onto my bike, pulling on my gloves, helmet, and turn on my bike.
“Let’s hit the bars first, and then the strip club,” Dominic says, rolling back his bike.
“Right,” I say, following him.
“Okay,” Trigger says, behind my bike.
We pull out of the parking lot, turning onto the road. We ride for a mile; then, we pull into our first stop.
The music is loud, the heavy bass echoes, resonating into the parking lot.
“I’ll meet you inside; I need to piss,” Dominic says, walking towards the Burning Pit Bar front door.
“Yeah, me too,” Triggers says, walking next to Dominic.
“Right,” I say, taking off my helmet. I slide off my bike, placing my helmet on my handlebars.
I roll my shoulders and head to release the stress that I’m feeling.
Fuck, I haven’t slept the last twenty-four hours.
“Ug, . ah,. . . .uh, stop,” someone yells. I turn around to look at the parking lot. The voices echo into the parking lot.
It sounds like it’s coming from the alley.
I walk over to the alley, pulling out my Glock. I stop at the corner, looking at a group of young punks kicking and hitting someone on the floor.
“Help,” yells the man on the ground, curling up into a fetus position covering his face with his hands.
“Shut the fuck up, old man,” the tall buff punk yells, kicking him in the side.
“Stop Lenny, you’re going to kill him,” yells a shorter thin guy. He looks around the alley and then tries to pull the punk away from the man.
“Shut up, Doug! You’re such a pussy,” yells a taller redhead, laughing.
“What the fuck,” I yell, shooting at the big bully. Yeah, I intentionally miss, hitting the garbage dumpster next to him.
“What the hell,” yells the bully, looking at me.
I walk over to the group aiming my Glock at the bully.
“I suggest that you run before I change my mind! If I ever catch you bullying anyone again, you’re dead,” I roar, shooting at the bully again.
“Yes, sir,” Doug, the shorter thin guy yells.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I yell, aiming my Glock at the bully.
“Will do man, but put the Glock away,” Lenny shouts the bully says, taking a step back from the old man on the ground.
“Motherfucker, I’m giving you and your punks five seconds to get your skinny ass out of my sight before I kill you,” I growl, glaring at them.
“Right,” Lenny, the bully, yells, running off. His punks run after him.
Just for the hell of it, I shoot at the ground next to their feet, watching them sprint forward hollering.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I say, sliding my Glock behind my back into my jeans.
I watch them run faster, yelling like little pussies.
That’s what I thought!
Motherfuckers.
The old man groans, shaking. I walk over to him, kneeling next to him.
Fuck, he’s a homeless man. They really did a number on him.
“Hey, let me check your injuries so I can help you. I need to see if I need to call the ambulance,” I say, moving my hands over the old man’s head, body, and legs.
“It’s okay, I’m good,” the man says, gasping.
“Right, it looks like you have crack ribs and bruises. You’re going to be hurting for a few days,” I say, sitting back on my knees.
The old man slowly moves to sit up. He leans against the dumpster.
“Hey, come inside the bar, and I’ll get you some food and water,” I say, pushing up.
“Uh . . . . it’s not necessary. I don’t want to be a bother,” the man says, looking up at me.
“Man, it’s no bother,” I say, taking his arm. I help him up. We walk to the back door because I don’t want the patrons to see him injured.
“Thank you,” the man says, in a low tone.
“Hey, no worries. What’s your name,” I ask, looking at him.
“Sam,” Sam says, gasping.
“Good to meet you, Sam, I’m Casper. I’m taking you to a table so you can have a meal,” I say, walking towards the corner table that’s reserved for the brothers.
I help him onto the chair, and then I walk over to talk to Dave, the brother that’s working the bar.
“Hey brother, can you get the man at the King's table some food and water,” I say, holding onto the bar countertop.
“Yeah, what’s up,” Dave says, looking over at Sam.
“Some punks were beating him up out back near the dumpster,” I say, cracking my knuckles.
“Motherfuckers! Yeah, no worries, I’ll take care of him,” Dave says, grabbing a plate.
“Thanks, I need to get the run done,” I say, nodding.
“No problem,” Dave says, turning away to get the food.
I take care of my tasks for the run.
Five
Paige
“Are you ready, Vickie,” I say, pulling on my sexy black booties.
Hell, yes, I love these booties because they’re so damn sexy.
“Yes,” Vickie says, sliding on her silver hoop earring. I look at her pull at the white tank top tucking it into her jeans. She grabs her short leather jacket pulling it on. She twirls around in front of the floor-length mirror.
I look at Vickie, and she looks like a biker girl, lmao. I love it because she doesn’t always want to humor me.
I'm wearing a black top with my black leather jacket and black jeans. Yes, it’s my wild side that I can’t usually do because of my career. But, right now I’m not worried about it because I'm going to have some fun.
“Do you think that we can stop at the bar that my friend Betty from work mentioned? She said that it’s the bomb,” Vickie says, turning to look at me, blinking her eyes. Yeah, it's her face that tells me that she really wants to go.
“Okay, but I really want to go to the Knights party because it’s been a long time since I've been to a party,” I say, grabbing my cell phone.
“Yeah, but the Knights are like family, and it doesn’t feel right. I don’t want Seth and Creed to have problems with their brothers. I feel that we can have fun at the Kings Bar,” Vickie says, turning to look at me, placing her hands on her waist.
“Where is this Kings Bar at,” I ask, entering the address in the cell phone to search for directions.
“It’s an hour away, in Chico, but Betty said it’s so much fun. I think that it's worth the trip,” Vickie says, grabbing her wallet and cell phone, dropping them inside her jacket's inside pocket.
My fingers fly over the screen, entering the name, searching for the address, and getting directions. I look at the screen pursing my lips, nodding.
“Okay, we can check it out, it’s early, we have time to go and have some fun,” I say, grinning.
“Yeah,” Vickie says, sliding her fingers through her long dark hair looking in the mirror before we go.
“Let’s go,” I say, holding onto the cell phone and keys.
Six
Casper
An hour later, we’re riding down the freeway to get to the Kings Bar in Chico. It takes an hour and minutes to get to it. I personally like this bar because it’s always packed with some hot girls.
We exit the freeway, riding down the street, turning into the Kings Bar parking lot. We park at the back of the building, where we have a space for our bikes.
I take off my helmet, gloves, turn off my bike. I slide off, looking around for any issues to handle.
“It’s packed,” Dominic says, looking at the parking lot.
“Yeah, it is, and I bet that there’s lots of new pussy tonight,” Trigger says, smirking.
“Indeed,” I say, pulling out my cell to see what time it is.
“We have time to do our business, get some,” Dominic says, sniggering.
“You two motherfuckers have been talking all night about pussy. We need to get this run over so we can get to the Shameless strip club. We can’t stay long; we need to get it done,” I say, sliding my cell into my cut inside pocket.
“Right, I can try. I’ll take care of the bar,” Dominic says, walking towards the front door.
“I’ll look around and take inventory,” Trigger says, hooting with laughter.
“Right, I’ll talk to the manager,” I say, running my hand through my hair.
We like to enter through the front door to check out everything that’s going on, working towards the back.
“Hi Pete,” I say, nodding at the bouncer at the door. He’s one of the brothers that work here.
“Hey brothers,” Pete says, raising his chin.