CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Bear
“Bear, come look at this,” King said, putting an end to our moment. Without letting go of Ti’s hand, I walked over to the balcony, dragging her with me, and looked down to what King was pointing at below. I was stunned at the sight before me. Surrounding the pool were Bastards. My former brothers, at least twenty of them, and they were all on their knees with their hands behind their heads while Munch, Wolf, Stone, and several older men I didn’t recognize stood around them, guns at the ready.
Well, there was one guy I recognized in the group. It seemed I hadn’t imagined seeing him earlier. “Ted?” I asked.
“Howdy, there!” Ted called up cheerily, covered in his own fair amount of blood splatter. Thor, who had been a prospect when I left, who was now wearing a member’s patch on his cut, made a move to stand but Ted kicked him in the back of the knees and forced him back down to the ground, never breaking a smile.
I turned to Ti. “Was this you?” I asked, waving at all the unfamiliar men.
She shrugged with a little half smile. “I figured that if you were going to go to war, you should have an army.” She leaned in, her breath tickling my ear. “So I called in an army.”
Before that night I’d already known I was in love with Ti, what I didn’t know was that I could love her more than I already did, but right there, standing in a pool of my parents blood, mixed with some of my own, I fell for her so hard my chest ached with all the love I had for her.
Ted saluted me. “Had more fun tonight than I have in years,” he called up again, tucking one of his semi-automatics into the front pocket of his overalls so he could adjust his trucker’s hat. “Was like rounding up pigs at the fair.”
“What are you going to do with them?” King asked, nodding down to the men on their knees and I knew right away what he was really asking.
I shrugged. “I’m gonna talk to them first.”
And then we’ll discuss mass murder.
* * *
Thia
“They need you,” I said, pulling away from Bear. I was relieved he was okay, but I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet. I knew I had to though, because the men below needed him as much as I did.
He kissed me on the top of my head. “Don’t go too far, baby.”
King tapped Bear on the shoulder in one of those manly, reassuring, this-is-not-a-hug gestures and joined me by the top of the stairs.
Bear turned to his brothers, both current and former. From where we stood at the top of the steps I could see both Bear high up on his perch like an eagle stalking its prey, and the men below, all in different varying stages of dishevelment, all probably wondering what fate was in store for them.
I was wondering that too.
Bear looked down at Chop’s lifeless body like it was offending him by even bleeding.
Bear tugged off Chop’s cut and tore off the patch that read PRESIDENT. He spit on Chop’s body, then, holding on to the railing, he used the boot on his good leg to kick it off the second floor and into the crowd, who gasped and shuffled around on their knees to avoid being hit by the lifeless body of their fallen leader.
“Listen up, motherfuckers!” Bear shouted, his voice booming across the courtyard like he was speaking into a microphone. He looked as if he was about to spit fire as he limped from side to side, pacing the second floor balcony. The single handcuff that used to be connected to Chop dangled from his wrist, clanking against the rusted metal of the railing as he slid his hand over the top.
Bear stopped and leaned over, glaring at the men who from the looks on their faces, had already come to the realization that there was a good chance they were already dead.
“This,” Bear said, waving his arms around, gesturing to the walls of the building and then to the men themselves. “This was supposed to be brotherhood. Somewhere under Chop’s rule, you monkeys turned this club into a fucking gang, and a fucking bad one at that. This is not supposed to be a dictatorship. You aren’t motherfucking thugs. This wasn’t supposed to be a fucking war zone.” He grew more confident as the words came. Clearer. Stronger. “What this was supposed to be was a business.” Bear looked back to me. “A family.” He turned back around, the dried blood on his back covering his tattoos in a sheen of red.
He shook his head. Pausing. Thinking. “We’ve all been so caught up in who is doing us wrong that we haven’t been able to look past the barrel of our own guns long enough to see who is doing us right.” He looked back over to me again and the exchange between us was nothing short of electric.
“We’ve fallen so far,” Bear said. “We were brothers. We are brothers,” he said, closing his fist over his bare blood-splattered chest. “Family,” he said, looking down to the bodies of both of his parents. “Not the kind of family that donated to your fucking DNA, but the kind that would gladly take a fucking bullet for you.”
He cleared his throat like he’d made a decision, and I braced myself for what he was about to say. Although, good or bad, I knew Bear would do what was right for his family moving forward. Whether that meant that the men lived or died was completely up to him and either way, I’d support that decision. “You get one fucking pass. ONE,” Bear said, followed by sighs of relief and bursting out held breaths. “And it’s right the fuck now,” he said, pointing to the ground. “If any of you pussy ass motherfuckers want out, now is the time to take it. This is your one and only chance to walk out that gate without the threat of the club on your back. Ted and his boys will gladly step aside and let you walk out, but if you choose to stay, if you choose to be in this with me, then you are not choosing to be Beach Bastard anymore.” Again the crowd stirred but this time with ‘huhs’ and ‘whats’ of confusion. “That club is as dead as my old man. There is too much blood. Those stains are permanent. If you stay, you’re choosing to start over with me.” Bear paused while the crowd absorbed what he was saying. “So leave now while you have the chance.”
Not a single man moved. Instead they all stared up at Bear and waited for him to continue.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe he’s really giving them a pass,” King muttered.
“Did you really think he was going to kill all of them?” I asked out of the side of my mouth.
“Yep.”
“As a brother of our new MC you will no longer forget what brotherhood means. WE will no longer forget who our friends are. We got into this life to live by our own rules. The rules of the club and the rules of the road. We are lawless. We are free. We are FAMILY,” Bear said, pounding on his chest again. I’d never really known what pride was. I never had any major accomplishments of my own that I could boast about. But looking up at Bear there was no doubt that what I was feeling while watching him talk to his brothers was pure pride.
“Do you even know what is going on with your brothers outside this place anymore?” Bear continued. “Do you know if he’s making his bills this month? Do you know if his kid wrecked the car last week or if his old lady’s sneaking off when he’s not home to fuck the little league coach? Because you should. And if your brother is going through any of those things, it’s your job to help, and it’s my job to help because help doesn’t mean just when people need killing. Help means fucking help in any way you can put it in a fucking sentence.”
He glanced down again at Chop’s body, his blood outlined him in a halo at the bottom of the pool. “Get up off your fucking knees,” he ordered. The men holding the guns stepped back and gave room to the men who now stood with their faces upturned, hanging on to every single one of Bear’s words.
“Brotherhood means everything. Family means everything. This time, don’t fucking forget that.” Bear pointed to King. “King is my brother, my family, and a friend of the club. Disrespecting him or my old lady will guarantee you a one-way ticket to hell. That goes for all of our families. Your old ladies, your kids, your friends outside the club.” He leaned over the railing as far as he could, until he was practically bent at the waist. “Business used to be good because as a club, we used to be good for business, until people started looking at us as a reckless bunch of delinquents. That shit changes now. It all changes now. I am going to strip this shit down and take it back to what it used to be, what it was supposed to fucking be from the very beginning.”
Bear shook his head. “This shit isn’t going to be one-sided either. I will make you a promise right here and now that I will never ask something of you I wouldn’t be willing to do myself. And I assure you that I would be willing to lay down my fucking life for you just as you would for me. I’m a member, a brother, just like each of you, and I will live and die as your brother. That I can promise you.”
One of the men tossed something up to Bear and he caught it.
“My old cut,” Bear said, looking at it with a mixture of hate and reverence.
“Here,” King said, tossing Bear his knife.
Bear wiped it on his pants and dug into his cut, tearing the Bastards emblems off, and when he was done, he held up the blank scrap of leather. The once silent group of men erupted into whoops and cheers, whistling and applause. “Your turn,” Bear said, tossing the knife down into the crowd where the men eagerly started tearing at their own cuts.
Bear leaned over the railing and smiled. He was in his element, radiating pure power. A rare smile spread across his face. Genuine. Real. Huge. Reaching all the way to his eyes. “Welcome to your new club. You are now brothers of The Lawless MC.”
The crowd erupted into hoots and applause. Bear looked back at me, shrugging on his cut and flashing me a wink.
It was official.
Bear was now president of the Lawless.
And I was his old lady.