Chapter Twenty
Gunner, Bear, and I sit on one side of the table with Snake, Spike, and Dodger on the other. “It’s been a month since we killed those bastards and still no word,” I state, looking around the room.
“Maybe it’s time we stepped up the search,” Snake says from his seat, with his arms crossed.
Narrowing my eyes, I ask, “We? What part did you or your club play in takin’ out The Four Kings? Now you want to step up and get involved?” I mimic his position.
“Told you my club had shit goin’ on also. Don’t forget he shot me; I want him dead just as much as the rest of you. I got big fucking trouble comin’ and I’m gonna need all of the reinforcements I can get. Can the Satan’s Sinners help?”
“What kinda trouble?” My brows pull down. If they are comin’ for the Cobras’ they could move our way.
“Mob and cartel shit.” He deadpans.
“Fuckin’ really? How the fuck you get involved with the mob and cartel?” I sit up straighter, hangin’ my head while shaking it. The fucking mob and cartel!
“We didn’t get involved, but some shit was brought our way. I’ll give you more details later. I wanted to talk to you about a proposition I have.”
Lifting my head back up, I stare at Snake. “What’s that?”
“Combining the clubs.” He looks completely serious right now.
“Combining the clubs?” I repeat his words. I feel like that’s all I’m doing. “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?” I laugh. I can’t help it, and the laugh is double-over belly-laughing.
“Hanger, listen to me for a minute before shutting the idea down. We work together already, Bear is married to my daughter, and your…” My phone rings quieting him from speaking more nonsense.
Lookin’ at the screen, I answer. “Yeah.”
“We gotta problem at the gate, Prez,” the prospect tells me.
“Fuck! I’ll be right there.” Hanging up, I look at Snake. “We’ll have to continue this later.
Standin’, the six of us move to the parking lot. The Cobras head to their bikes while Bear and Gunner trail behind me to the gate. “What’s goin’ on?” I question, but I see the guy standin’ on the other side, waving a gun around.
“This cunt’s back lookin’ for someone named Tinsley. Told him we don’t know nobody by that name. Now he’s actin’ like he done lost his mind, wavin’ that gun around. Threatening to start shootin’ unless we bring her out.” The prospect drops his head, shaking it, hiding the smile he’s wearing.
“That true?” I question, already knowing the prospect is tellin’ the truth.
“Yes!” He growls like a rabid dog, spit flying out of his mouth, eyes as big as saucers. He’s fucked up on somethin’. “I’ve been watchin’—I know she’s here and you can’t keep her from me. He shakes the gun in my direction.
Bear and Gunner, two of my best hitters, already have their guns out, aimed at the guy; one on the chest, one right between the eyes. “I don’t know what you think you saw, but we ain’t holdin’ no one against their will, and if you keep flingin’ that gun around, you better use it—and make the fuckin’ shot count. But let me give you a little piece of advice: my two guys here will have bullets in your head and heart before you even have a chance to steady your gun, so unless you want to die and make us clean up your body, I suggest you get the fuck off my property.” Folding my arms over my chest, I wait.
He looks around. “This isn’t over.” He turns, walking off.
Laughing, I say, “Pussy.” They join in, and we leave the prospect at the gate as we head inside, going back to our church room.
“What do we do with that little bit Snake had to say?” I ask, lookin’ at Bear and Gunner.
“The mob and cartel shit; do we really want to get involved in that?” Gunner asks the same question I’m asking myself.
“If we did, it would be puttin’ a hit on our backs,” I state, looking at the other two. Running a hand down my face, I mutter, “I guess we can have another meeting at some point and find out more details.”
“As for joining the clubs it would make my life a hell of a lot easier,” Bear chimes in, laughing.
“I don’t have a fuckin’ clue how he would even think that shit would work,” I respond, baffled.
“We can discuss it later on at church get the other brothers’ input,” Gunner announces.
Guess I got some thinkin’ to do, but right now I need to get home to my woman and kids. “Alright, let’s leave it right now, and when we have all the information, we can discuss it further, and bring the others in. We need to keep someone on Tinsley at all times.”
“Sounds good,” They reply in unison.
“I’m sure Romeo would be up for the job with Tinsley.” Gunner gives a knowing smile.
“I’ll get him on it tomorrow. Right now let’s get back to our Ol’ Ladies.”
Leaving the room, we go our separate ways and I smile, thinking about Gunner finally getting everything he’s ever wanted. I’m fuckin’ happy for my best friend and if anyone deserves, it he does.