Chapter 2
Declan
I feel like my eyes are about to burst out of my head. I’m not an office man; I’m a goddamn biker. If there was anyone less qualified to be looking over this shit, it’s me. We run guns and drugs. You may think that doesn’t involve a lot of math and shit, but you’d be surprised. I’m just not the one to work those numbers.
“Blu, why the fuck you got me over here lookin’ at this shit?” I finally give up and ask. It’s way out of my fucking league. I don’t do numbers unless I’m counting how many girls I’m taking to bed.
“‘Cause I know that motherfucker was skimmin’ money off the top. I just want a second pair of eyes on it before I blow his goddamn head off.” Blu blows out a puff of smoke, making me laugh. He’s been ready to kill Chop for a while now. This just gives him the justification he needs to do it.
I glance back down at the pile of papers in front of me before I raise my eyebrows and say, “Well, I think you have enough evidence to blow his head off. Whoever you vote in here has a shit ton of work to catch up on. Don’t look like he did shit for the last six months but take the club’s money.” I lean back in the chair and sigh as Blu paces the room. He’s on edge, and I can’t blame him.
“I suppose I should thank fuck we’re partyin’ tonight. If we can fuckin’ afford it!”
I let out a chuckle. Blu has been so amped up for the last few days since learning about what Chop was up to. I haven’t seen him this fucking fidgety in years.
“We got this handled, Uncle Blu.” He looks over, his dark gray eyes mimicking mine. “Yeah, I know. It’s just hard when it’s a fuckin’ brother, ya know?”
I nod my head. I do agree there. There’s nothing worse than when one of your brothers does shit that is unacceptable to the club. Stealing from us? That’s a death sentence, and we all know it. There are times that you sit and think that maybe they had good reason to do what they did, but in the end, all they had to do was ask. We’re all family here.
“I hear you. Let’s just get this party over with and then we’ll handle Chop. You got Griz comin’ in for that shit?” I ask, grabbing a cigarette of my own. I light it up as I take in my uncle. He took over this club years ago when my father was killed. He got into a war with another club outside of our territory. No one ever figured out what the hell he was doing over there to begin with. It wasn’t club business, that much we know. We always knew my uncle would be president. I’m ok in my VP spot. One day this shit will be mine, though. I know Blu likes to think one of his boys will take over, but Mayhem is so far out of his head, no one would vote that motherfucker in. His other son Tic’s happy being a soldier. He doesn’t want to take the reins. He doesn’t want the extra stress that comes with being in charge.
“Yeah, he’ll be in next weekend if shit pans out. I just don’t know that I can keep my shit together until then,” he says.
I chuckle, knowing just how fucking hard that is. When you know you have a thief in the club, you want to handle it.
“Let’s go get this shit set up. I gotta run up to the store for a few things,” I say, shoving myself out of the chair. Blu nods his head and follows me out into the main room.
This clubhouse is old - it’s been here for years. I come from a long line of Soulless Bastards. My dad, uncle, and grandpa before them were part of the club. Hell, the Bastards date back into the sixties. The clubhouse has stood through it all. Just like it was made to do.
“Yo! Dec! Check this shit out,” Mayhem yells as I leave the office. I watch the crazy son of a bitch as he lights up the four joints hanging between his lips.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” I ask with my hands planted on my hips. He has clearly lost his shit today.
“Gettin’ ready to party. You want some?” he asks. I shake my head and walk out the side door to see what all the girls have set up.
“You need help out here?” I ask Prim, knowing the only help she’s in need of is a dick between her thighs. That girl is downright hateful. She’s a club whore who has been around since she was born. She’s more of a sister to most of us, though.
“Do I look like I need help? Go ask Cherry. You know she can’t do shit for herself.” She flips her long blonde hair over her shoulder before arranging the napkins on the table. I swear to God that girl needs one good fuck. Maybe that would make her less of a bitch. Who the hell knows, might make her worse. I don’t know what she’s doing with those damn prospects when she clearly needs a real man. But that’s not my problem.
“Cherry Bear. You need help?” I ask over her shoulder when I walk up behind her. Her blue eyes come to meet mine, a smile curling her lips. I turn and bend over to grab the box off the ground and set it on the table when I hear her moan.
“You checkin’ out my ass?” I ask her with a grin on my face.
“It is a nice ass,” she says.
“You might be grabbin’ onto it later.” I swat her on the ass before helping her pull the rest of the napkins and plates from the box.
God, I love being VP. I love being a Soulless Bastard.