Natalie was so upset at me. My apology did nothing. She ran away and all I wanted to do was chase her down and hold her in my arms. But I didn't have time. I needed to get to the coffee shop. The MC needed me. Natalie needed to time to herself anyways. I could always try again tomorrow.
I rode my bike down Main Street watching all the stores turn off their lights and close down. I passed by Java Addicts and saw that the lights were already off. I hoped that the MC had waited for me. I turned the corner, going down the alley behind the coffee shop. A white van and a few bikes were already parked there. I noticed all the members crouched down, checking their weapons.
I quickly turned off my headlight and parked next to them. “Did I miss anything?” I asked, taking my helmet off.
“He's in there with three other guys,” Dagger replied.
I checked my Beretta 92FS and the clip was full. I nodded to Dagger that I was ready to go and stuffed the pistol in my waistband. The rest of the MC nodded in succession. The adrenaline in my veins was pumping. This is what I lived for.
Slade took the lead and rushed to the back door with a crowbar. He jammed it into padlock and after straining for a couple seconds, the padlock broke and fell to the ground.
Pain whispered, “Remember we're only here to scare him. Leave your safety on.”
I pulled out my gun, checked the safety, and patted Slade's back. He swung the door open and ran inside with me following right on his tail. We entered the back room and found four guys sitting around a square table playing poker and drinking beer.
“Hands up!” Slade yelled with his gun drawn.
One guy was in complete shock and kept his hands under the table. I went around and pulled the chair out from under him, knocking him to the floor. Big Mike dragged the guy away and put him in the corner.
“Take all the fucking money, it's yours,” one man said.
Pain walked over. “You must be Mr. Thatcher.”
“How do you know me?” he asked, his hands shaking above his head.
“You're wife described you in detail. Even the crooked nose,” Pain replied, running his gun down the bridge of his nose.
“Seriously just take the money and go. We won't say a thing,” one of his buddies chimed in.
“We're not here for your money, asshole,” Issac said.
“I want you guys to leave now,” Pain said, pointing his gun at each guy. “Everyone except Mr. Thatcher.”
The men scrambled away, running with their tails between their legs. It was hard not to laugh.
“What do you guys want?” Mr. Thatcher asked, his voice high and scared.
Pain flipped one of the chairs backwards and sat down to face Mr. Thatcher. “We don't like men who beat their wives.”
Mr. Thatcher looked at us nervously. “I don't know what that bitch told you but I didn't lay one finger on her.”
“Her broken face begs otherwise.” Pain raised his gun and pointed it right at him. Mr. Thatcher shut his eyes and whimpered. I noticed the piss running down his leg and shoved Slade out of the way so his boots wouldn't get stained.
“Now we can do two things,” Pain began, “We can shoot you in the face and rid ourselves of a nasty rodent. Or we can leave you in peace with a warning.”
Mr. Thatcher began to cry. “Please don't kill me. I'll never touch a woman again. I swear it!”
Pain looked to Dagger. “Did you believe that?”
Dagger thought about it for a moment, tapping his finger to his chin. “Seemed a little forced to me.”
Pain nodded. “Yeah maybe we should just shoot him and get out of here.” I loved the way he interrogated people. He played with them until they almost exploded.
“Fuck, fuck!” Mr. Thatcher waved his hands. “I'll do anything you ask. Just don't kill me.”
Pain lowered his gun. “Fine. We'll let you off with a warning. You better thank your wife when you see her. We're only keeping you alive because she requested it.”
“I will,” he replied desperately.
Pain lowered his gun and nodded to me. I begun stuffing all the cash from the poker table into my pocket. There was probably only a thousand dollars but it would a nice addition to what Mrs. Thatcher paid us.
Pain walked away and Slade approached Mr. Thatcher. We weren't going to kill him but we weren't going to leave him unharmed either. Slade grinned and cracked his knuckles. Big Mike grabbed Mr. Thatcher by the arms and hoisted him up. Two minutes later and Mr. Thatcher was spitting blood and teeth onto the ground. His black eyes were going to be ten times worse than his wife.
We left Mr. Thatcher and went back outside to our bikes. Slade was wiping the blood off his fists and Isaac couldn't stop laughing about the piss. In the corner of my eye, I spotted one of Mr. Thatcher's friends. He had a gun pointed right at Isaac. I yelled for him to get out of the way but it was too late. The gun fired sending two bullets into Isaac's left chest and shoulder. I watched as Isaac fell to the ground, his mouth opened in shock
I lifted my gun and returned fire—the safety was still on. I cursed and flicked the switch. The shooter turned towards me but I let him have it. I emptied my entire clip into him as I walked forward, screaming at the top of my lungs. The man's head exploded like a watermelon, spraying massive amounts of blood everywhere. I pulled the trigger a few more times but the gun was empty.
I ran over to Isaac and Dagger was already by his side, holding his hand. Blood spat out of his mouth as he tried to talk.
“I couldn't warn you in time,” I told him, bending down on my knees. The rest of the MC members surrounded us.
“We need to get him to the hospital,” Dagger shouted.
Isaac shook his head and coughed hard. He tried to speak but nothing came out. I put my hands on his chest to apply pressure and tried to stop the bleeding. But with the way things looked, Isaac was in bad shape.
All I could think about was that the only one who could save him was Natalie. I gathered Isaac's body in my arms and lifted him to the van. But it was too late. He went limp and when I laid him down in the van, he was already gone.
“No dammit!” I yelled at him. I slammed my hands on his chest, hoping to bring him back.
Dagger pried me off him. “He's gone, Breaker.”
I turned towards Pain, my eyes tearing up. “If only I had seen him a second sooner.”
Pain began to cry and hugged me. “It's not your fault, Breaker. There's nothing you could have done.”
Dagger went back into the coffee shop and shot off two rounds. Mr. Thatcher was dead now too.
“We need to get out of here,” Slade said. “The cops will be swarming around here any minute.”
Pain nodded and released me from the hug. “We'll take his body to the clubhouse. Everyone meet back there.”
I stumbled back to my bike in shock. I couldn't believe it. Isaac was gone. Over something so stupid.