Chapter 9
Rebel
Past
"Everyone shut the fuck up!" Wildman shouted from his place at the head of the table. One of the club whores was sitting on his lap, naked and obviously high.
It didn't take long for everyone to quiet down and focus their attention on the bastard that was enveloped in a thick cloud of cigar smoke. The table was too small for all of us to sit at, so the men who hadn’t been able to get a seat found a place to lean against. It was obvious that the room had once been used as some kind of break room, the table not much more than an oblong, cafeteria-style table that you would see in a school. There was an old fridge against the wall, next to a small sink and a cupboard area. One large window, the kind that didn't open up, gave off the only light and a view of an overgrown field beyond. The whole fucking clubhouse was a joke, just like Wildman.
No serious MC that I knew of would hold church in a room that was so easily assessable. Hell, the one at Dark Menace was sound proof, windowless, and under tight security. Women weren't allowed in. Personal files of all the members and clients were kept there, along with information on pending jobs and shit that involved other clubs. It was also where we kept the safes.
It was the first time that I'd been in this room. Glancing around, I didn't see anything that would be useful to my club, so I hoped the information that Wildman was about to divulge would make up for that. My president, Stone, and Lynch, the president of Wild Marauders, was getting impatient, especially after a move on Lynch's woman, Kat, had been made. I hadn't liked it, but I'd been involved in that mess. Thank fuck I'd managed to get a message to Stone about Kat’s whereabouts in time for her to be rescued before too much damage had been done. Fuck, she'd done her own damage by taking out Killer, the president of the club, who Wildman had wanted to patch over.
Kat had done Wild Marauders, Dark Menace, and Phantom Riders a solid by taking him out.
"Fucking Dark Menace has something that belongs to me," Wildman grunted out, while playing with the whore's tits. She seemed oblivious to what he was doing. "And we're going to get her back."
Fuck, who was “she?”
"Who?" Rocky asked, sucking on a joint.
"My step-daughter." Shocked murmurs traveled around the room at his comment."Been looking for her and her fucking mother for years since they ran out on me. The bitch is dead, but I just found out Rachel is being held with Stone as collateral until a debt is paid by her brother-in-law."
"How'd you find that out?" Bud, his road captain, snarled.
The grin that came over Wildman's craggy face was anything but humorous. "Her brother-in-law is Ronald Manson. The stupid fuck shared some information with one of our boys when he stopped in at Ronald's shop to get a tattoo. He was whining Dark Menace tacked on a large chunk of interest on some money he owed them," he snorted. "Fuckers cut off his fucking fingers."
"How the hell he still doing tats?"
"Cut them off his right hand, Ronald's a lefty."
"Convenient," someone murmured in a cynical tone.
Wildman nodded, his tongue coming out to play with the piercing in his lip. "Yeah, I thought it could be a fucking set-up too. That's why I sent a few of our brothers over to pick up Ronald and his bitch wife. She's Rachel's half-sister. I figured we'd use her to get to Rachel."
"Never knew you had a wife and step-daughter, brother. You don't exactly come across as a family man." My comment drew chuckles from the men, including Wildman.
"That shit happened a long time ago. Kept the mother around because the girl was fucking hot. Got hotter as she got older. The mother watched over her like a fucking hawk, so I knew I'd have to bide my time until the girl was old enough to fuck." I laughed along with him to show him that I was on board. I thought about Ginger and what I'd had to do to her to keep her alive. I wasn't any better than this sick fuck, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. "Then one day they just up and fucking disappeared."
"I’m surprised you didn't just kill the mother and fucking take the girl," someone said, which was exactly what I'd been thinking.
"What, you think I'm an animal?" Wildman laughed at his own joke. "I ain't always been a sick fuck." More laughter rippled throughout the room. I could believe that, and I wondered what had happened in his life to turn him into the monster that he was now. If I’d had to guess I would have said that it had a lot to do with all of the booze and drugs he consumed, but he didn't seem in any hurry to share it with us.
I remained quiet after that, deciding to gather as much information about Wildman's plans as I could. I'd need to get a message to Stone about what was going on. I'd gotten wind that he had a woman, my gut telling me that it was the same one that Wildman wanted to get his hands on. His step-daughter? I could see it in his crazed eyes, he didn't want a familial relationship with her. He was going to use her and defile her as he'd done to countless other innocent girls.
"By the time church is over Dark Menace will have received a loud and clear message that I'm not fucking around." He laughed gruffly. "And my step-daughter will know that I'm determined to get her back. She'll come to me willingly if she wants to see her sister alive again."
Fuck. That was plain enough, but I was more concerned with the delivery of his message than the words themselves. It sounded as if I wouldn't have time to tip Stone off that something was about to happen. Wildman didn't do shit the way that other club presidents did. His holding church was more him telling his brothers what he'd already done than it was about bringing shit to the table for a vote. He was a fucking dictator, and his little army of soldiers was too stupid to know that this wasn't how you ran a MC.
"As soon as Ronald delivers my message to Stone I expect to hear from the bastard." Wildman’s laugh was pure evil. "Stone, that is, not Ronald--he won't be able to talk. I wish I could be there when Rachel sees what we’re going to do to her brother-in-law. That will be enough to convince her she'd better do as I say if she doesn't want her sister to end up the same way."
I could only imagine what Wildman had in store for Ronald. I had just reached the conclusion that Wildman’s version of church was a fucking waste of time when things suddenly got interesting.
"Now let’s get to the real business,” Wildman said seriously. “We're here to discuss ending the three MCs that tried to end us at the Predator's clubhouse. I want those fuckers underground."
"Gonna be hard to do, considering they practically wiped out the Predators and half of our brothers," a man who had managed to get a seat at the table spoke up. Wildman glared at him, and the man shrugged. "It's the truth, Prez. And Lynch's bitch killed their president," he reminded him.
I hid my smile. The Predators hadn't been a threat to us. They'd been a newer club that had been looking to ramp up their reputation by affiliating themselves with the Red Devils. That had backfired on them when Wildman, seeing the opportunity to bring his numbers up, had coerced Killer into patching over his entire club by threatening harm to their women and families.
All that had gone to shit when Lynch and Stone had gone to the Predators' clubhouse in Coös County to rescue Kat. They'd done some serious damage by the time it was over.
"We gonna go after them at the same time?" a brother leaning against the fridge asked.
Snorting loudly, Wildman snapped, "No dumb ass." He took a deep puff of his cigar, releasing a thick plume of blue smoke right into the face of the chick that was half-sleeping on his lap. "We'll start with Dark Menace, since we'll be dealing with them soon. We'll draw them away from their clubhouse and when they're too far away to do anything about it we'll go in, shoot anything that moves, and burn them down."
Several grunts and murmurs went around the room, followed by head nods that indicated that the group was on board with Wildman's plan.
"We should take their bitches, though," a brother by the name of Horace said. "We can always use new pussy 'round here."
"So how we gonna draw them away from their clubhouse?" Rocky asked, his eyes glued to the tits on display.
Wildman rubbed the lower half of his face before tugging thoughtfully on his beard. "I’m thinking that when I get my hands on my step-daughter, Stone will want her back. We'll have control, and the say on where the rendezvous will take place."
"Thought you wanted the bitch for yourself." I decided that it was time to add to the conversation. "So you're just gonna use her to get to Stone?"
"Fuck, no!" Wildman snarled, drawing a cry from the girl on his lap when he squeezed her tit too hard. "That girl is fucking mine, but if he's claimed her he'll do everything within his power to get her back. That means the fucker will make mistakes. He won't be thinking clearly when he's got pussy on his mind."
If he thought that Stone was that weak then he was a fucking fool.
"All we can do now is wait, but I want all you brothers ready. Fuck all the pussy you want, but watch the drugs and booze for the next few days. If we go to war I don't want a bunch of fucked-up pussies behind me. Once we take out Dark Menace, we'll go after Wild Marauders."
Wildman was delusional, proof that the drugs and the alcohol had done some damage to his brain after years of overuse. There was no way Red Devils was savvy enough to destroy my club, but that didn't mean that they weren't dangerous. And Wildman was a lucky bastard. He always managed to get away when shit went south. I'd have to keep my ears and eyes open to make sure that I didn't miss any vital information that I could pass on. That would mean I would have to spend more time in the bar with one of the whores on my lap.
The sound of Wildman’s cell phone vibrating in his back pocket alerted us that he was receiving a phone call. He dumped the girl off his lap and reached for the phone, and a big sneer spread across his face when he looked down and saw who the call was from.
He looked up at all of us without answering it. "It's done!" he said with vehemence. "I don't think I'll wait for Stone to get in touch with me." He scrolled through his contact list, hit a number, and it was answered on the other end almost instantly. “You get my fucking message?”
He didn’t speak as Stone answered him.
Wildman's laugh was grating and humorless. “I want my girl back.” There was a short pause. “You know who the fuck I’m talking about,” he said with force. “That cute little piece you’re holding as collateral.”
His expression revealed that he didn't like the response that he got from Stone.
“I want my fuckin’ property back!” Wildman snarled like a rabid animal, all but foaming at the mouth. “Been looking for that bitch and her mother for years. I—”
He stopped as Stone cut him off.
Wildman growled, “Yeah, we got her fuckin’ skinny-ass sister." That was news to me. Where were they keeping her? "Gotta tell ya, chick doesn’t have the stamina to survive my bunch. They’ll tear her to pieces when I give her up." He paused for a moment to let his words sank in. "Here’s how shit’s gonna go,” he began, sounding over-confident. “You give me back my girl, her sister gets to live. You don’t give her back to me, and her sister joins her man in hell. Then I come after your club and take back what’s mine anyway. Your choice.”
He'd made a big mistake threatening Stone. I could just imagine the seething anger that was running through my president in response to Wildman's confident smugness.
Wildman reached down to the girl who was now on the floor and twisted her nipple until she screamed. “You hear that? And that was just a nipple twist.” He laughed cruelly. The prick was passing off the whore as Rachel's sister. A second later he dropped his phone down on the table, taking a deep breath of satisfaction.
Fucker.
All of a sudden the door opened and a prospect stepped into the room. A scream could be heard from the room beyond. My gut told me that it was Rachel's sister.
"We got her, Prez!"
"Good. Lock the bitch up until we need her." He reached down for the dazed girl at his feet and hauled her up onto his lap again, sitting her spread eagle over him. "Now you fuckers get out! My dick needs draining!" He began to nuzzle her tits roughly.
As soon as church was over I returned to my room, determined to get Ginger out of here.