Blade
The boys and I step outside from our meeting with Alessia and her crazy as fuck crew. We light up a smoke before we head out and take a drag to calm my nerves. I don’t know who this fucker Johnny is, but I’m going to find out. Why the hell does it piss me off that Alessia has a past? Ignoring my thoughts, I flip my shades down and look toward Axl. “Axl, call Spider, have him...”
Axl cuts me off, “On it, already texting Spider about Johnny,” he talks out loud while he types, “Get a last name, full background, including ALL relationships, especially with Alessia,” Axl winks at me, the asshole, “bank accounts. Anything else, Prez?”
“Yeah, call Johnny’s office and set up an appointment for us,” I smile back as I’m thinking of showing that fucker my face.
Tank snickers, “You gonna cut off his dick, too?” I like the thought of using my blades on that fucker since he probably put his hands on Alessia.
“No, not yet, Tank, but maybe we’ll keep an eye on him, yeah?” The look on Tank’s face says he loves that idea as much as me.
James pulls up in his Chevy truck and parks next to us. Walking up to us, he nods his head and moves on. “Let’s go drive around, take in what goes on around this area. Also, we need to go check in with the Club, see if the guys have any new information.”
“Aye”, they both say. Stomping out my spoke in the dirt, we head over to our bikes, get on and crank the beasts on.
Out of the Black Rose’s parking lot, we turn right and head up around the park, making our way up west on the freeway to the Truckee River. We end up riding for about forty-five minutes, longer than I initially planned. You really wouldn’t think you would have found such a beautiful mountain ride so close to the city. I didn’t want to stop, the open road, a new road to conquer, it called to the beast within me, and I kept going.
Looking up ahead, I see a diner and truck stop right over the border into California, and I’m thinking we could grab some food and head back. Pulling in, we jump off to walk into the small diner when a truck pulls in. It has a painted devil on the side, Hellfire Trucking, Inc wrapped around the logo. Halting my hand from pulling the diner’s door open, I nod towards the truck to direct Axl and Tank’s attention that way. “This possibly can’t be that fuckin easy,” Axl echoes my own stunned thoughts.
Motioning with my head for Axl and Tank to move with me, I step back behind the wall, grabbing my gun and tucking it into my cut. “We need to see and not be seen, stay back.”
Tank, that pig headed motherfucker, tosses his cut and t-shirt at us, leaving his wife beater on. He picks up an empty coffee cup out of a trash can and starts walking out there, talking on his phone like he’s checking in with his bitch. “Yeah, babe, no worries, I’ll be home in time for David’s soccer game. Wait, you’re breaking up.” He pulls his phone down like he’s trying to redial her back. After a couple of tries, he pockets his phone and nods to a few other truckers saying stupid shit along the way. “Howdy… Good Afternoon… how’s she haulin’ today?”
He finally makes his way back over to us. Irritated, I whisper shout at him, “What the fuck was that?”
“Well, Prez, how else was I gonna get ugly dick pics for Spider and a license plate number? It really hurts my feelings when you doubt me like that.” He frowns at me and pretends to wipe a tear away.
I flip him the bird, and so much for eating. Guess we should follow this truck till I can get a few men up here to help.
Pulling out my phone, I pull up the contact number for the California chapter of the Battle Born Prez, Fuego. He’s Hispanic, and fiery as hell. I’ve only met him a handful of times. He’s a crazy demonic fucker when he’s mad. Strong, almost reminds me of the devil himself in appearance. Stryker always dealt with the clubs up north in the past, while I was concentrating on my runs and crew in the south. Me being up here was another strategy by my old man to strengthen our ties up here. He also wanted to trust who was up here. His VP and other members he trusted and offered the Prez title to didn’t want it. They’ve been with my old man for so long, none of them wanted to break up their crew. I took about ten members total with me to Reno.
“Yeah,” is all I get in greeting from a gruff tone. “Fuego, it’s Blade, I ran into a truck up here in Verdi. I want to keep eyes on it. Can you send some men this way to take over the tail? We’re on our bikes, man. I don’t want to spook this trucker.”
“Si, they are on their way. I’ll be in touch,” is all he says before the line goes dead.
Paranoid fucker, I think to myself, pocketing my phone. Axl and I both roll up our cuts. Walking over to our bikes, we stuff them into our saddle bags. We ride up the road, pulling off to the side. The trucker passes us, and we follow him farther down the freeway.
Finally, after another hour on our bikes, a couple of cars pull up to us showing us their cuts and tossing them back down next to them. I nod in understanding and am relieved they got here to help. I hate California traffic, and, as soon as we can, we take the ramp off the freeway and head back to Nevada, thank fuck.
After a few too many hours on our bikes, I’m freezing my balls off from being up there in the higher altitudes. None of us dressed for a long ride, let alone a cold one. As soon as our California chapter had a few prospects relive us in what looked like some bitches’ cars, they took over the tail for us.
Tank, Axl and I jump off our bikes and haul ass inside the club for a hot shower. First, we should check in if any progress has been made with the dick pics courtesy of Tank. We nod over to Spider who has CC, that stupid cunt hanger-on, giving him a BJ on her knees over in the booth.
Two other bitches are up on the table licking each other’s pussies in a sixty-nine, all you can eat buffet. I swear that bitch, CC, only gives the guys head. Stupid bitch is clueless as to why no man here would touch that pussy even when double wrapped. She’s been passed around so many times that the guys have spread word from down at the old Mustang Ranch that their dicks itched, and she was fired. True or not, not a man alive wants to find out.
Spider grabs her hair and forces his hips forward, slamming the cunt’s nose to his stomach. Her spit and tears hit the floor. He fucks her face unrelentingly, taking anything he wants from her. Spider knocks CC back on her ass with a boot to her shoulder. Standing up, he jacks his cock off over the two other bitches on the table and comes all over one’s ass and the other bitch’s face. He zips his pants up and walks back to my office where Tank and Axl are holding back a laugh at Spider’s antics.
“Spider, you think CC’s figured out her name yet?”
Spider shrugs back at me, “Don’t know and don’t care. If a man can’t get that shit running down her face, making her Clarrisa the Clown, then he isn’t fucking her face hard enough.” Spider shrugs like the true asshole that he is, “She fucking takes it, so why the fuck would I care?”
Axl looks up at Spider, “Jesus, man, there’s not a man in here that doesn’t like his cock sucked, and sucked well, but she took a beating with what you were dishing out.”
And with that, I’m done talking about this shit. I ask Spider, “So, what’s up with the plate and pic Tank got for you?”
Spider sits down next to Tank. Tank jumps up to sit on the other side of the table. A rumble of laughter pops out of me and my VP. Tank shouts, “I ain’t sitting next to your jack off hand, dude, seriously! Go wash your hands, fucker!” Tank’s throwing his hands up towards the bathroom.
“Fine! Fuck you, you little pansy assed pussy!” Spider gets up to make a stop in the bathroom, thanks to Tank. Tanks turns to yell at us now, “Stop fucking laughing! I don’t wanna sit next to or be around any man’s hand that may or may not have jizz on it. Besides, don’t you dumb asses wash your hands after you take a piss? This shit is not funny!”
“Okay, okay, Tank, yes I always wash my hands like a pansy assed pussy,” I chuckle back to Tank. Tank is glaring at us now. We can’t seem to stop the laughter. Spider finally walks back in to sit down and glares Tank’s way who’s still glaring at us.
“Alright, Spider, what did you find?” I try to get this over with so I can get to my hot shower.
“Well, the plates are shit, of course they’re stolen. The only thing I could find from that was that the plates were originally registered in Las Vegas and reported stolen a week ago. So, I’m guessing these guys dump their plates for new ones every week. But we know they’re heading north from Vegas, might be why Buck got caught up with these fuckers. Either he caught them in Texas or Las Vegas. I have the dudes you got on the pics to Cuervo, and he’s checking around for names down there, close to Del Rio first. I’m working on the timelines of Buck’s calls and death with this truck’s timeline. Maybe he’s the one that got him?”
Taking a deep breath, I rub my hands over my face and head. “We followed that truck up over into California where the California chapter finished the tail. We couldn’t follow him long without him catching on. We’ll see what the Cali chapter has for us in the morning. I’m fucking beat, we’ll figure this shit out tomorrow.”
Heading back to my room exhausted, I shower and lie down. Grabbing my phone, I call my old man. “Heard you were chasing tail up there in Reno,” Stryker says in his way of a greeting.
“If by chasing tail, you mean that truck we followed into California, then yeah.” I continue updating him on what happened today.
He hums along and says, “I’ll call up Cuervo and give him an update. We’ll see what Fuego’s crew comes up with. I actually wasn’t asking about that tail though.”
I must be hella tired because I’m lost. “What are you asking me, old man?” I’m impatient and loud in my response.
My dad just roars back a laugh. “Rough day, huh, kid? Well, I’ll come out with it. Heard you have your dick set in on claiming a hot little firecracker who’s giving you lip.”
I can’t see his face, but I know this asshole, and he’s toying with me, so I don’t respond. “Silence says it all. Take care of her, son, it’s about time. Your mom was a firecracker too, she sounds good for you. Don’t fuck it up.”
If he was here, I would be tempted to deck his ass. “Stryker, why the fuck would you tell me not to fuck it up?”
Stryker takes a moment like he’s thinking back on the past and tells me, “Blade, I wasn’t always the best man to your mother when we were younger. I made choices that hurt her that I wish I could take back. She stuck by me though, her love for me was stronger than the weak-minded choices I made. Be the man your mother and I raised you to be.” My old man hangs up with that convoluted information. I’m too tired to think on what he could possibly mean by all that and fall asleep.