by Rae B. Lake
Parties.
I watched as the bunnies did their tricks on the makeshift poles, everyone was in good spirits. Clean was still the same Clean, he stood up on the chair and threw money at the woman on the stage who was pretending to play with her own pussy. Clean loved a good party, it always helped that his woman had a thing for watching other women get him to that point and then letting him fuck the hell out of her. Not to mention every so often if the bunny was hot enough Maven would fuck them herself. She was a pansexual and from what I was told it meant that she loved love. Didn’t matter if it was girl, boy, or other.
I laughed and walked over to where Devin was behind the bar. On the nights that he wasn’t at his own bar he was here. Ink couldn’t be happier. I watched Devin pour about three drinks at the same time and not break a fucking sweat, he was a chemist with his shit.
He slid a cup with a dark liquid in my direction, my heart nearly fucking stopped. I wanted a drink so fucking bad. Everyone knew that I was on the wagon, but I knew if I was given the opportunity, I would be behind the fucking bar guzzling every ounce of that fire water.
“Coke and seltzer, brother.” Devin gave me a wink and went back to his customers. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fifty. I don’t know how I had such a good friend in Devin but I was grateful.
I grabbed my cup and sipped it, I could pretend.
I looked at the door open and Vida walk in with a man. She was laughing and pulling the man along with her. Ink jumped up from where he was sitting at the other end of the room, I watched as Ryder grabbed his arm and pulled him down. Vida wasn’t Ink’s old lady so there was nothing he could do besides start some shit. If Vida was entertaining company, there was nothing that we could do about it. This was her home too.
Mikki came up beside me and wrapped her hand around my waist. I felt a small shake but didn’t know what that was about. She reached out when Vida and the man walked by.
“Hey, I was looking for you.”
Vida turned and the man wrapped his arms around her waist and bent down to kiss her gently on the neck, rocking into her. It seemed so obvious that they were going back to fuck. Ink got up and stormed out of the clubhouse. Even over the loud ass music I could hear his bike revving up and leaving the compound.
“Oh yeah, I ran into a friend. We have been together all day, I told him about a party and he just wanted to keep the night going on you know.” Vida ran her hand into the man’s hair and smiled at Mikki.
“Ok then, have fun. Peanut Butter.” Mikki said on a laugh.
Vida looked over her shoulder at the man then back at her big sister, “Oh you know I will, Jelly.”
Both the girls laughed, then the cuddling couple walked swiftly up to the rooms.
I watched them but for some reason alarm bells were blaring in my head, I had never seen the kid before but that wasn’t too weird. Wire was a little more open with the folks that he let in.
I turned back to Mikki.
She was having a panic attack.
“Mikayla, what’s wrong.” I grabbed her by the shoulders before she could fall down.
“Panic word. I don’t know how many are here. I don’t know. We have to run.”
‘What? What are you talking about?” I tried to get her to look at me but she was busy looking all over the place but at me. “Mikki!” I shook her hard. “Talk to me!”
“That is our panic phrase, if everything was ok she would have said honey. We love Peanut butter and honey sandwiches, everyone thought it was weird. Peanut butter and jelly means there is a problem, panic.”
“She seemed ok, Mikki.” I said already looking around.
“No, No! Don’t look. If they are here they will kill us. It’ll be a slaughter.” She grabbed my face and brought it back to her. “She was acting, I know when my sister is lying. She is good at it, one of the reasons she wanted to model. She is good at playing someone else.”
How the fuck, there is no way that I was just going to let these bastards walk around in my clubhouse. I had to let someone know.
“Ok, just follow my lead alright.” I kissed her, my mind in a million places rather than on her perfect lips.
“Yes, we have to hurry. He is hurting her, I just know it. Please, hurry.”
I grabbed her hand and tossed back the coke and seltzer. I stumbled towards Wire, my drunk old self enjoying the act even if that is all it was. An act. I did my best drunk routine, bumping into people along the way.
I hit one of the people I didn’t recognize. “Watch where the fuck you are going bitch!” He spat out looking down at my kutte. There was no title, but anyone who knew anything about the Wings knew that I was the past president and would never talk to me that way. This asshole was one of Vilanuevas.
“Oh, my bad. I’m sorry.” I clapped him one time on the back and made my way over to where Wire and Keeley were sitting. I stumbled, letting go of Mikki to fall onto Wire. He had to stand to catch me.
“What the fuck Prez, who the fuck gave you a drink. I am going to kill Devin. Shit. I’m sorry Mikki.” He looked over my shoulder to apologize to Mikki and I used that as my time to pull his coat tail.
“Wire, don’t react, I’m not drunk, the fucks are in the clubhouse. We are under attack.” I pulled back with a sway, I made sure to play up my fake drunkenness.
He didn’t say a word but I could see the small tick in his expression when the words I had just said dawned on him.
“You piece of shit! You think you are better than me. You can’t lead them like I could.” I yelled out. I had to draw out the core of us. I pushed Wire. Keeley tried to stand between us but Wire pushed her hand down and said something in Croatian. At least I think it was, ever so often, he would just blurt something in croatian that only she would understand.
“Go upstairs with Lily and Max. Let me handle this babe.”
She nodded once and started to walk away.
“Mikki, why don’t you go with her. Tell her how a real man takes care of business.” Mikki looked at me, I could see the fear starting to bloom. I picked up her hand and placed it on my chest.
“Feel me babe, I promise it’ll be fine.”
She let out a breath and followed Keeley up the stairs and into the room.
“So what you want to do Wire? Huh?” I pushed him again. I yelled louder and the music lowered slightly.
“You good Wire?” Clean called out from where he was sitting. I looked over Wire’s right shoulder and I could see Archer making his way to where we were both standing. Rooster, Mack, Storm and Vale were all coming from the left. I heard Ryder to my left trying to make his way through the crowd.
“Get the fuck out of the way.”
I waited until all of them were close but not close enough to stop me, then I tried to telegraph my next move but not too much. I closed my fist reared back and punched Wire right in the face. My whole club was on top of me before Wire was even on the floor.
“Take him to fucking Church now.” Wire screamed out and I was lifted up, I squirmed and cursed them all as all of my brothers held my legs and arms and basically dragged me to the back room.
“Danny, keep this shit jumping, I want to see bunnies on every pole when I get out of here.” Wire said out loud to keep the party going on.
“What the fuck Prez!” Clean screamed at me and pulled my arm tighter against him as I tried to fight him.
“Get out of here with that shit, he hit the President. Who is putting the bullet in his skull?” Rooster asked as he kept one of my legs from kicking out.
“Church!” Wire called out again.
“Fuck you! Fuck all of you I run this shit!” I screamed out just for effect.
They carried me into the back room and threw me on the floor as the doors closed. The music from the clubhouse died out. Church was soundproof, no one was going to be able to hear us.
I jumped up and walked right up to Wire. “How do we draw them out.”
Archer was the first one to notice so
mething was up. “What the fuck, weren’t you just drunk ten seconds ago?”
Wire turned to them, “It was an act, Prez is straight. Vilanuevas has fucking spies here.”
Everyone straightened up and looked at me.
“What the fuck?”
“Are you sure.”
“I need to get Maven.” Clean growled out and tried to go back to the door.
“No!” I grabbed Clean as he tried to rip his arm out of my grasp.
I put my hands up to appease him, “Wait, we don’t know which ones are the fucking spies and if we kick everyone out we still won’t know. We have to flush them out or at least identify them. We don’t know how many and if we just start killing the ones we know, there is no telling how many people will get killed in the process. Family, friends, wives, children.”
Clean settled down only slightly.
“I’m not really with this waiting shit but he’s right.” Rooster said from where he was standing.
“What you got Prez?” Wire asked looking at me for direction. I may not be patched in as the leader of this club but my brothers would always look to me for guidance. They trusted me.
“We have one cornered in with Vida. They are in the room. Wire, can you get him to talk, silently?”
I needed my pain manager; I needed the cold-hearted fuck that thought up some truly insane ways to torture a fucker.
“Ok, I need a knife.”
“I have one here.” I pulled out the knife I had from Mikki and handed it over to Wire. He flicked the blade slightly checking to see how sharp the instrument was.
“Yes, this will do. Archer I need you to get one of your gag’s a heavy duty one.”
Archer nodded and walked out of church.
“Clean, we knocked Prez out so you are going to have to carry him upstairs to where Vida is so we can get in.”
“You got it. Hop up buddy.” Clean said bending over so I could throw myself over his shoulder.
“If you fucking drop me, I’m going to kick you in the dick.” I said matter-of-factly.
I jumped onto his shoulder and let my body go limp. Clean stood up like he had a bag of flour on his shoulder and not a grown ass man. I needed to put some more weight on or something.
We all walked out of the doors and the party was still in full swing. I peeked out of my closed eyes to see if anything strange was going down, besides a few people looking at me and whispering I couldn’t see anything.
We all made it up the stairs Archer standing at the top waiting for us. He walked up behind us and Rooster opened up the door to where Vida and Angel stayed.
“Hey what the fuck, can’t we get some fucking privacy?” The man yelled out as the door slammed open.
“Oh my bad bro, we need to drop his ass…” Before Clean finished his explanation, Rooster, Archer and Shepard grabbed the man and put a hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming out. I jumped off Clean’s shoulder and grabbed the man’s head.
“Where the fuck is Vida?” I asked my voice as calm as I could get it.
“Fuck you.” He mumbled from behind Roosters hand over his mouth.
I listened and I could hear something start to bump from the side of the room. I walked over to where I heard it and listened closer. The sound was coming from the closet. I opened the door slowly and could see Vida and Angel tied up and stuffed into the closet. I couldn’t send them out or the spies downstairs would know that something was up.
I pulled off the gag and the ropes around their hands.
I knelt down but did not let them out of the closet.
“What the shit, move.” Vida said through a busted lip. She looked like she was smacked around a bit but nothing that an icepack wouldn’t fix.
“I can’t Vida, you and Angel have to stay in here for a bit. We have to do some things that I’d rather you didn’t see but we can’t let you leave the room.”
Vida nodded her head. She understood but Angel didn’t.
“I don’t want to stay in here, it’s dark and cramped. I want Mikki. I want to get out.” She began to cry and as much as I wanted to pick her up and hold her I knew this wasn’t the time.
“Angel baby, I promise as soon as its over I will come get you to come out. Here watch something on my phone.” I pulled out my phone and my ear buds for her to watch something and hopefully shield her from anything that would scar her further.
“I got her Alex, do what you got to do.” Vida wrapped her arms around the little girl who was already lost in the world of YouTube.
I closed the door and walked back over to where Wire was setting up a space to work. The bastard already had the gag in his mouth and was doing everything to fight. He was getting nowhere.
Wire used the rope that was already in the room to tie the man to a chair. His knees were on the ground and his midsection was bent over the seat of the chair with his back facing the ceiling.
“I don’t have time to give you my undivided attention, so you are going to do what I ask or you going to be in more pain then you ever thought possible. How many of your people are here?”
“Fuck you bitch!” The man mumbled through the gag.
Wire tore the man’s shirt off and went to work. He used the very tip of the knife and drew a grid like pattern on the man’s back, cutting deep into his flesh. He screamed and writhed but he couldn’t get up and the gag kept the sound down.
“I am going to ask you again. How many?” Wire asked in a monotone, calm voice.
“Motherfuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The man shook his head no. He was already regretting his decision to come into our club house.
Wire took the knife and with expert precision, sliced the man’s back off. Square by fucking square, not deep enough to hit an artery but deep enough that we could see the sinew of his muscles. The man screamed loud. But the gag did its job. He cried and tried to get away but Wire was thorough, he took every square piece of the man’s back and dropped it right in front of his eyes. The fuck was watching someone slice his body apart piece by piece. Wire moved quickly but efficiently, he didn’t miss one spot and when he was done there was a pile of at least three pounds of flesh in a pile in front of the man’s face.
Then Wire took out a lighter, turned the setting up to crack head lighter high and swiped the man’s back with the long flame. Back and forth, back and forth. Rooster threw up. Archer turned around, Shepard covered his mouth and even I who knew what Wire was capable of felt sick to my stomach.
“How fucking many?” Wire asked again, bringing the knife close to the man’s face so he could see the small pieces of flesh still stuck in the teeth of the metal.
He said something through the gag but we couldn’t understand him.
“Archer come take this off so this bitch can talk.” Wire said to his master marksman. He turned around and even I could see that the stoic military man was green around the gills. What Wire did was not for everyone.
He quickly undid the gag and the man spoke.
“Ten, you fuck, there are ten of us here. Let me fucking go.” The man slurred.
“Which ones.” Ryder pulled a small tablet out of his back pocket and after pressing a few things on the screen a live action video feed of the downstairs party was playing on the screen.
“Find out for yoursel..” Before the man could finish his taunting statement. Wire shoved the gag back into his mouth and went back to work.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” The man yelled through the gag but it was too late, Wire was already doing what he did best.
He used the knife to continue peeling the flesh off his body, now he cut a bit deeper and the blood really began to run. Every once in a while, he would use the lighter to cauterize the wounds and slow down the bleeding but he never stopped sawing away at his flesh. Once he finished that pass, he pulled the gag out of the whimpering man’s mouth.
“You are going to tell us which ones.” he used the blade of the knife to knock on something protruding from the destroyed flesh of the man’s ba
ck, it was hard and tinged against the knife, “You hear that? It’s your spinal column. Next I go for your nerves, one by one.”
“Oh what the fuck.” Clean turned around now. This was extreme.
“No Please,” the man slurred slipping in and out of consciousness. “Bring the screen. Bring it.”
Wire put the screen in front of the man’s still tied hand, he barely had any strength but he pointed out every single one of the people he came in with.
“If you are lying or there are more. You won’t have to worry about me hurting you anymore. I will kill you, but not before I cut out every one of your organs and lay them at your fucking feet. You understand me?” Wire stared directly into the man’s eyes. Everyone in the room knew that Wire would do it. The sadistic fuck.
“I swear. I swear it.” The man mumbled right as he fell unconscious again.
“Get them, take them outside and blow their fucking brains out.” Wire said to everyone in the room. He was in a dark place but we were not there to question him. His word was law.
It was a well-executed plan. We all went downstairs and within seconds had all nine of the men outside and on their knees. Most of the party goers stayed in the clubhouse. They had no idea that there were snakes in their mist, but there were a couple prospects, outsiders and allies who dared to come outside and see what was going on.
Wire put each of them on their knees facing out to the woods. There was a good chance that some other of Vilanuevas men were watching or even Vilanuevas himself. We were going to go looking but we would show him that it was a new day, the Wings of Diablo were not to be fucked with.
Marko was outside, Rooster and all of the patched members, all waiting to see what Wire was going to do. I expected him to ask them questions but I was so wrong.
“Done is the time for questions or chances, this is what happens when you send your fucking dogs into my clubhouse to play. They get put down like the trash they are!” Wire yelled out. He raised his gun and without even making sure that there was no mistake. He put a bullet in the back of the heads of four out of the nine men on their knees. Rooster stepped up and shot three more, Archer took out one and one of Marko’s men took out the last. Wire spit on one of the dead men and turned to walk right back into the clubhouse, not a care in the world.