Chapter 23

 

Trick takes off, right before the guy fires. I fire back, hitting one in the arm before they move in on me. Shit, three on one is going to be a little challenging.  My gun is knocked from my hand, falling to the ground before a fist is slammed into my face. The world blurs around me as I try to right myself.

“Come onto our turf—talkin’ all that shit!” The man roars.  A kick to the ribs while I’m down, knocks the air from my lungs.

“Pick his ass up, Tony!” The big guy in the front calls out to one of his guys. I wait for more to show up but they haven’t so far. Holding me up in front of the guy, I look at his name patch.

“Grizzly? You don’t look that fuckin’ scary to me.” My comments earn me another fist to the face. I turn my head, spitting the blood from my mouth onto the pavement next to me.

“Ghost, huh? I can make you disappear.” The guy, Tony, laughs behind me. I weigh out my options here. If I’m going down, I’m going with a fight. I sure as hell ain’t going down by these backwoods motherfuckers, without taking one or two with me.

“This your idea of fun, Grizzly? What a fuckin’ waste.” Spitting in his direction, he laughs.

“Oh, no. I have more fun up my sleeve. We just needed to see who we were workin’ with. You road through, and sparked my interests.” The way he clenches his teeth, I wouldn’t be surprised by anything.

“Drag him out in the woods to the shack.” Oh, fuck! That’s not what I wanted to hear. Being dragged away from the road, is going to make it that much harder for the guys to figure out where they took me. My mind runs in overdrive. Do I fight them and risk getting my ass shot on the spot, or go along with what they are planning? All the possibilities swarm my head at once. Dying without seeing my baby girl? That shit—isn’t an option. I decide to go along with them, hoping like fuck, there aren’t any more of them at the shack. Maybe idea number one, would be better. I don’t get the chance to decide, when something hard slams into the back of my head.

Reaching up, I grab the back of my head as the room spins around me. I pry my eyes open, wondering where the fuck I am when it all comes back to me.

“We can use him as leverage. Get us in with them,” The guy says. What the fuck? Is he serious?

“Doubt that will work, brother,” I say, before all eyes turn to me in the corner of the shack.

“Oh, yeah? Why not?” Is he as dumb as Trick? Or, maybe dumber.

Shoving up so I’m sitting, I glare at the three amigos.

“Do you think my Prez... is gonna work with you after you jacked his VP?” I ask with a smirk. They look at each other questioningly. What the hell is with them? They aren’t a club. There is no way in fuck.

“He’s the fuckin’ VP?” I hear the smaller one at the back of the group say, before I laugh.

“What kind of shit are you runnin’ here?” I shove myself up the wall as Grizzly moves in on me.

“You tryin’ to say somethin’—about the way I run my club?” Gritting between his teeth, I smile.

“This is your club?” I say.  Glancing at the three of them, I laugh before being kicked in the stomach.

“You stupid fucks!” Another fist.  I’m getting my ass handed to me, when they finally stop.

“We have you—that means somethin’!” Snapping at me, I want to laugh. It’s really fucking hysterical.

“You think this little shit of a club will stand up against Hell’s Fire? You ain’t shit. My boys will show up, and hand your mama, your fuckin’ head on a platter.” I roar. They seem to think this over for a second before smashing another fist to my face.

I stumble back, sliding down the wall into a heap. The guys step back, mumbling amongst themselves as I glance around the room. There has to be something in here I can use against these fucks. I almost laugh when I think of them calling themselves a 'club'. They are nothing but three stupid fucks, trying to pretend their way through this shit. When I find something useful, I am going to fucking kill every one of these little pricks. Lucky for me, it isn’t going to take that long.  I can see the lights before they die out. My guys are outside. 

***

I lean back against the wall, marveling at the way the three stooges are mumbling amongst themselves, oblivious of that fact that Fire’s moving in on them. It’d almost be amusing, if it wasn’t so damn sad.

“You might wanna release my VP.”  Dragon’s growl can be heard for miles. I just sit with a smug ass grin on my face.

“What the fuck?” Grizzly’s eyes meet Tony’s. They know their fucked.

“Warned you pussy’s ahead of time, didn’t I?” I say with a grin. Their eyes turn on me, rage simmering in them. It’s almost funny, though. There’s fucking three of them! Grizzly moves forward, grabbing me by the neck, yanking me up.

“Human shield.” Mumbling in my ear, I almost laugh again. If that’s what he thinks, who am I to disagree.

Grizzly drags me out the front door of the shack, with a grin on my face.  Dragon sees me, shaking his head, he says, “You get into all kinds of shit.”

“What the fuck you three doin’ with my VP?” Dragon holds his gun in his hand, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Walk away, or we kill him,” Grizzly yells, but Dragon just laughs.

“I don’t think you’ll do it.” Damn him. Look, he’s challenging them, using my ass as the bargaining chip.

“Dragon Man, I don’t think you should do that.” I say, raising my eyebrows, he lets out a laugh that shakes the three idiots. Grizzly’s grip falters only for a second, when I take that as my chance to fight back. I know there’s more than Dragon out there. Swinging around, I duck out of his grasp, slamming my fist into his face. Grizzly stumbles back, Dragon and Devil, moving in. I knew he was out there. With each of us on a prick, we easily take them down. Once we have them subdued, I stand back and look at them.

“This is their club, brother.” Holding my arms out, the guys laugh.

“You kiddin’ me? This is it?” The guys on the ground look at us with wide eyes.

“We didn’t mean nothin’ by it! We were just startin’ up.” Look at the motherfucker whining. 

“Let me get this right—I don’t wanna kill you just for nothin’. So, you start up your own club, take my VP, and kick his ass. What were you tryin’ to achieve with all that?” Dragon cocks his head watching Grizzly, who seemed to be the ring leader.

“He wanted to take over someone’s club.” Look at Tony squealing like a pig!

“Tony, first rule in the MC. Don’t squeal on your Prez,” I say as I laugh and take the gun from Devil, shooting the prick between the eyes. His body falls to the ground as I continue to laugh.

“Really? You thought you could take us?” Dragon seems entertained by all this. Hell, I am too.

“Just kill them and let’s go. I got pussy waitin’ at home.” Devil says, always so impatient these days.

“Fine. We’ll stop playin’ with the bitches.” Pulling the trigger twice more, I watch the other two idiots fall to the ground.

“You got your ass beat by those three?” Dragon laughs as we walk back through the trees, up toward the road.

“Three on one, brother. What the fuck was I supposed to do?” Dragon laughs, slapping a hand on my shoulder.

“What the fuck took you so long anyway?” I ask. Devil laughs when we come up to the bikes, nodding toward Trick.

“Oh, I was right! It was where the bikes were!” Shaking my head, now I get it.

“Motherfucker wasn’t sure if this was where he left you.” Devil chuckles, lighting a cigarette.

“We can’t really be patchin’ him, brother.” Looking to Dragon, he shrugs.

“He did remember what he came home alone for—” I guess that does count for something.

“Trick, roll those bikes down that embankment.” Trick looks at the guy’s bikes strangely before looking back at me.

“Shouldn’t we just take them?” Trick asks.  Dragon and I share another glance before I lose it completely.

“How would you like to do that, Trick? You gonna ride them all back?” I ask, it’s hard to remain serious when the boy is so far gone.

“Well, one at a time, I guess.” I can see the look in Dragon’s eyes, he’s had enough.

“Roll the goddamn bikes down the hill!” Snapping at him seems to pull his head back into the game.

Trick smiles, before moving to roll them.