Neither Black Nor White (Iron Dogz MC, #6)

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by René Van Dalen


  I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes and no. He was doing his job and I’m doing my job. We don’t have time for the lovey dovey bullshit.”

  Lying back in the chair she looked down her nose at me and smirked.

  “Now she’s calling it lovey dovey bullshit when we all know it was more kink than lovey dovey.”

  I copied her and lay back in my chair and glared at her. “How do you know it was kink?”

  She laughed, waves of mirth rolled out of her. She tried to speak twice before she succeeded. Pointing a finger at me she laid it out between wild giggles.

  And if I blushed I’d rather not think about it.

  “Number one, you’re not very quiet while being fucked half to death. Number two, we all saw the evidence on your ass. And number three, Dizzy told us about the trip to the adult store. We know aaaalll about the shit he bought for you.”

  Her last point stunned me. “Dizzy told you? I thought those bastards never talked about what they considered personal business.”

  Her evil wink told me a lot, but not everything.

  “They don’t, but they have never come up against women like us. Between Evvie and me we got everything out of him. While feeding him a couple of shots, of course.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I wondered what else she did to the poor man.

  “Did you fuck him?” Being forthright always worked best between the two of us.

  “Nope, he isn’t into women like us. And he’s been hurt in the past and keeps a tight hold on his control. He got a bit tipsy but that was all.” She thought for a few seconds then nodded. “I like him, there’s a really good guy hiding underneath that hard ass biker persona. One day he’s going to make some lucky woman very happy.”

  I nodded because I agreed with her. Dizzy was a really good guy.

  “Have you called the sperm donor yet?”

  “No, Gideon just called to tell me they took Dom, so it’s time. I was about to do it when you came in.”

  She rolled a hand indicating I should go ahead and do it. Drawing my bottom lip into my mouth I picked up my phone and called the fucker. And as expected, the bastard wasn’t appreciative of my call or pleasant.

  “So after being back for several days only now do you finally decide to call me.” He snarled in greeting.

  “I had shit to do. I have what you want. Let’s meet in the parking lot of the casino at three tomorrow afternoon. I will hand over what you want and you will give me the antidote.”

  As expected he didn’t bite.

  “I’m not meeting you where there will be cameras trained on us. I’m not that stupid.” He gave a self-important snort before continuing. “We will meet at the old warehouse. Come alone or you don’t get the antidote for the kid.”

  “She’s not just some kid, she’s your granddaughter and we both know you don’t give a damn if she lives or dies.” I snapped before I could control my reaction.

  The bastard laughed. Jesus. What kind of a human was he?

  “You’re right, I don’t give a damn so you’d better bring me what I want or she dies. Three tomorrow.”

  The call ended abruptly and I sat there trying to contain the rage at the careless way he spoke about Tersha. She was his blood and he didn’t give a damn. He was a piece of snail shit.

  “We have a location. The old warehouse.” I heard Cuba speaking to someone and glanced up to see her on her phone. “Yes, we have one camera on the place but it isn’t enough. See if you can get close and plant a couple more. Just be careful, he might have put cameras and shit up since the last time we checked. Although I doubt it. He hasn’t used that particular warehouse since before we got out of prison.” She nodded as she listened to whoever she was talking to. “Okay, I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”

  “Who was that?” I asked quietly.

  “Jameson. He’s taking two of his guys and doing a recce of the location and setting up some more surveillance. Can’t be too careful tomorrow.”

  Sliding her phone onto the desk she slid down in her chair while her fingers drummed on the armrests.

  “Try not to go inside that bloody place tomorrow, okay? We won’t know if they’re hurting you or not if you go in there.”

  I couldn’t give her that.

  “You know as well as I do that I won’t be the one in charge tomorrow. He will be and he will definitely want to drag me into that hell hole.” I said softly. “He did this to my face and forced Olaf to watch him doing it, and when he killed him I was too drugged up to realise what he had done. He will want to rub it in as much as he can. And I have to let him do it. If he takes me, and there’s a good chance he will, I want you to wait until you hear from Bruno before you come for me. Promise me, Cuba.”

  She shook her head stubbornly.

  “No. Fuck that plan, it’s not happening.”

  “We both know he’s going to keep me there while he tries to access the information on the USB. What happens next will depend on his temper. The minute he realises that they are going to need a key to read the information he’s going to fucking explode. He’s going to try and force me to give them the key. And I will use it to negotiate. My freedom for the key.”

  “I don’t like this. I told you when you and Dom came up with this that it was a crappy plan and I still think it’s a crappy plan. All it guarantees is the two of you getting hurt. You are both so fucking stubborn. Trying to change your minds is like standing on the Promenade and pissing against the South Easter. All you get for your trouble is sprayed by your own piss.”

  My eyes widened at her analogy and I barked out a laugh.

  I stopped when I saw she was being dead serious and not laughing.

  I knew she was worried and so was I.

  But it had to play out this way. And we had to be patient. A win for the good guys was in sight we just had to get through tomorrow.

  And we would.

  We had no other options.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  Kid

  Wednesday

  The days since Face left had passed too damned slowly.

  Sitting next to his president with his arms crossed over his chest he watched as his brothers filed into the chapel. He saw the questions in their eyes at church being called at such short notice. Usually it meant shit had hit the fan and trouble was at their door.

  Not today.

  Today they would be given news that would be upsetting on the one hand but a reason for a celebration on the other. The upper ranks of the club was about to change and it would take some getting used to. But the brotherhood was strong and the changes would be good for all of them.

  His last bit of business with the Joburg chapter would be to vote Sin into his position. He knew Hawk was going to put up two candidates but he hoped the men would realise, like he did, that the man for the job was the one taking care of their safety on the road.

  The sound of the gavel had everyone falling silent and looking at their president.

  “I called church today because a very tough decision has been made by one of our own. One of our officers has been approached by another chapter and offered the VP’s patch.” Whispers erupted but Hawk thumped his fist on the table and they fell silent. “After a long and difficult discussion with me and our VP he made his decision and even though it fucking guts me I have to agree that he’s the best man for the job.” He breathed in deep before continuing. “Brothers, the next part is fucking difficult because he has to remove his bottom rocker and his officers patch here in front of us but he will be replacing it with new ones.”

  Ice stood and walked to the cupboard, unlocked it and withdrew a bag, relocked the cupboard and retook his seat. The bag was placed on the table.

  “Kid, brother, please stand.”

  Shocked whispers ran through the room as he stood.

  “Remove your kutte and place it on the table.”

  He did it slowly because it fucking hurt. Gritting his teeth he gently laid his kutte on the table in front
of him.

  “Remove your bottom rocker and your officer’s patch, brother.”

  It almost ruined him to cut the bottom rocker he had been wearing since he was patched into the club from his kutte. He reverently lifted it free and laid it on the table in front of his prez then turned his kutte over and did the same with the officer’s patch.

  Hawk slid the two patches towards Ice then took the plastic zip lock bag and stood. Withdrawing the bottom rocker he handed it to Kid. Taking the rocker from his prez he laid it over the place where his Johannesburg rocker used to be.

  “Brothers, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to the new VP of the Cape Town chapter, Nathan Camden “Kid” Knight.”

  And typical of Hawk he dropped another bomb. His new name. Ice had been working on it ever since he found out who his real father was, with the man’s permission of course. And it had finally come through. He almost couldn’t believe that his legal name was now Nathan Camden Knight. No more Warne, that shit was gone forever.

  Kid stood silently as his brothers thumped the table and howled like fucking wolves. Then he took the VP patch his prez handed him and held it up for all to see. He wouldn’t be sewing it onto his kutte just yet because his new president would once again hand him both patches when he was presented to their chapter as their new Vice President.

  Fuck, he still couldn’t believe he was doing it. He was really doing it. Leaving his friends and brothers behind to start a new life at another chapter.

  Slipping the patches back into the plastic zip lock bag Hawk had handed him he pulled his kutte back on and sat down. There were more changes about to be announced.

  “Right, we all know what comes next. We’re going to need a new Sergeant At Arms. Kid has shared who he thinks would be the perfect fit and after a long fucking discussion with my VP we find that we agree with his recommendation. But, our club has rules and those rules state that if a position becomes available every single brother has the right to nominate a candidate, to voice an opinion and vote on it.”

  He looked around the silent room before he continued.

  “The man our brother nominated is one we all look up to. He has an enormous heart, is honourable, honest and truly emulates what brotherhood is all about.” He looked around the table at all the officers and gave a slow nod. “As president of our club I nominate Sin Smith to the position of Sergeant At Arms. What do you say my brothers? Do you accept the nomination?”

  Every single hand in the room was silently raised in agreement, except of course Sin’s. Not one of the men disagreed.

  “Are there any other nominations?”

  Kid looked at Sin as the man struggled with what was happening. He knew his brother was desperately trying to think of a brother to nominate for the position.

  Silence hung in the air as the men crossed their arms over their chests, indicating there would be no other nominations.

  “Are we in agreement then, brothers? Are we electing Sin as our new SAA?”

  The answer were howls that raised the roof. Sin looked stunned at how quickly his place at the table had changed. The next part came easily. Handing over the club into Sin’s capable hands. He stood, walked over to the still silent man and grabbed him in a hard hug.

  “Know this is a shock but you’re the right man for the job, brother.” Kid said as he stepped back.

  “I give you my word I will do my best, brother.” Sin swallowed hard and Kid felt the same. He had a huge lump in his throat. With his arm around Sin’s shoulders he led him over to the chair he was vacating and where Hawk stood waiting with his new patch in his hand.

  “You need to cut that patch off and sew this one on, brother.” Hawk said then drew him into a hug and gave him several hard thumps on his back.

  Kid watched with a grin as Sin pulled his kutte off, took his knife and cut the stitches to pull off his Road Captain’s patch. He slid his naked kutte back on and sat down in the chair Kid had vacated. Moving to the wall Kid stood while watching the rest of the proceedings.

  “We welcome our new Sergeant At Arms, Sin, to the table. We have more business to take care of before we can get out of here and celebrate with our brothers. Our brother Dizzy Mitchell has put in for a transfer to Cape Town and it has been granted. He won’t lose his lieutenant status and will join his new chapter in the same position.”

  They went through the same steps. Dizzy stepped forward and placed his kutte on the table then cut the stitches and handed his Joburg rocker to Hawk and accepted the new Cape Town one in its stead.

  It was done. He and Dizz were no longer part of the Johannesburg chapter. They were now officially a part of the mother city chapter. It felt strange not to be at the table but he had Dizz beside him and a new path waiting for him.

  It was going to be fucking difficult but he looked forward to the hard work.

  While Hawk started to wound church down his eyes caught those of Spider and the man gave a small nod before he knocked on the table and stood.

  What the fuck? Was he really going to do this? Why wasn’t he doing this in private with Hawk and his family?

  “Prez, sorry to interrupt the proceedings but I have a request and I wanted to make it in front of my brothers so everyone knows how serious I am about it.”

  Hawk frowned but nodded. “Go ahead, brother. What can we do for you?”

  Spider looked down at the table, at his father and brother then finally back at Hawk.

  “I don’t want anyone thinking this request is a joke or one of my usual tricks, it’s not. I’m very serious about it.” He bit his lip then nodded to himself. “Prez, at this time I would like to request a transfer to the Cape Town chapter as their Treasurer. The position has been open for several months and after discussing it with Orca and Hook they agreed to back my request.”

  Bulldog and Ice both shot up out of their chairs.

  “Fuck, no!” Bulldog shouted.

  “Are you fucking crazy?” Ice roared.

  The men’s reactions weren’t any better. Shouts of ‘what the fuck’ and ‘no fucking way’ rang around the room.

  The gavel being banged repeatedly had a tense and uncomfortable silence settling over them.

  “Are you sure this is what you want, Spider?” Hawk asked quietly.

  “I’ve weighed all my options, Prez. This is what I want but more than that, it’s what I need.” His answer had Ice looking murderous and Bulldog leant forward and tapped on the table.

  Hawk sighed then nodded, giving him permission to speak.

  “You say you’ve given it some thought but what about your mother? Have you thought about what your leaving would do to her, not to mention your sisters and the children? You’re standing there telling us you’re ready to walk away from your family and it’s unacceptable.” Bulldog said harshly

  Spider shook his head insistently.

  “I realise this came as a shock, but Dad, it couldn’t have been that big of a shock. You more than anyone knows how unhappy I’ve been. You know! I’ve talked to you about how I feel and you kept telling me I had to take life more seriously and that I’ll eventually settle in. You have no idea how serious I am about my life. I can’t live under your and Ice’s shadows all my fucking life. Everyone at this chapter thinks I’m nothing more than the man with the smile and a joke. I’m not! I run our books, our investments, every fucking thing, and make sure you all get your fucking money in your accounts on time, but what about me? What about what I want? I don’t want to be the little brother for another fucking minute of my life. I need to leave and become my own man. Not your youngest son or Ice’s little brother. Cape Town will allow me to finally be that. My own man.”

  Kid could see his youngest son’s words hurt Bulldog and Ice as well but it made them realise how serious he was about transferring.

  “What about your mother, son?” Bulldog asked quietly.

  “She’s the one who encouraged me to ask for a transfer.” He answered as quietly.

  S
hock appeared then disappeared from their faces. Spider turned back to Hawk.

  “Sorry about airing family drama at the table, Boss. Would you consider my request for a transfer?”

  “Already done, brother. I had no idea you were struggling with the situation but I should have been aware of it. You’re my little brother, grew up in front of me, prospected then patched into the club. I’m damned proud of you, my brother.” Hawk glanced at Bulldog before he continued. “Hearing that Suzy encouraged this new venture of yours I can’t do anything else but grant your request. She’s the one who knows you best and her encouragement sealed the deal. I will call Orca after we’re done here to inform him that his new Treasurer will be joining their chapter soon. But not as soon as Kid and Dizzy, we need you to train someone into the position before you leave. It gives me time to have your new patches done before you leave.”

  Spider nodded then sank into his chair with what looked like relief etched all over his face.

  “Now, back to business. It seems we’re going to have a couple of positions available and I want everyone to think about who they think can do the jobs. We’re not discussing it today, enough has been decided and I need a fucking shot to calm my fucking nerves.”

  Laughter broke out and Kid admired the way his prez settled everyone down.

  “Right, we are done here. Let’s get out there and celebrate Kid and Sin’s new patches and the two transfers leaving to join Cape Town.”

  He smacked the gavel down and it was accompanied by renewed howls as the men started to celebrate.

  It was going to be a wild night but not for him. Kid had arrangements to finalise and a flat to empty out.

  One drink and then he was out of there.

  Devon and Damon were behind the bar as they streamed out of church and Ice shouted over the noise.

  “Get the good whisky out, prospects! We have some celebrating to do here today.”

  Soon the bar top was lined with shot glasses filled with amber liquid and Kid, Sin, Spider and Dizzy were pushed into the middle of a circle of brothers. Shots were lifted high and as if with one voice everyone shouted. “Heart, honour, honesty and brotherhood! Iron Dogz forever, forever Iron Dogz!”

 

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