Ghost

 

 

Walking into our meeting room a feeling of foreboding comes over me. I know that whatever is going to be shared today will be leading us into a war. I don’t know why, but I can feel it deep down in my bones. I take my seat at the table and silently await what is to come, I’m trying not to get lost in my thoughts of revenge just yet. I need to hear everything and have my cards laid out on the table before me before I react. I hope I can keep my temper in check so I don’t get handed my ass by Wasp and Tic.

 

As everyone takes their seats, my anxiety hits me at an all-time high. I’m not nor have I ever been good at patience. Waitin’ for the hat to fall isn’t my strong suit. Usually, before a serious meeting, I’m in the loop ahead of time. Seein’ how this is about my Ol’ lady, I’ve been kept in the dark…something I’m not used to and don’t like. I’m known to be unpredictable when angered to the point of blacking out, that doesn’t make this situation I’m in feel good. The unknown has me angry, bereft and ready to take out any threat.

 

How can I be in charge of myself if I don’t know what I’m in for, and by the look on the faces of those who are in the know, this is some information that may set me up on a course that there’s no coming back from. Wasp bangs his hand on the table to get everyone’s attention. As ready as I can be for what may come, I turn to face our President to give him the respect he deserves and has earned. Wasp starts the meeting off by saying, “We aren’t going to go over financials or any other club business today other than what we’ve found out in regard to Bristol and her situation. If there’s anything you need to discuss we will get to that in our monthly meeting that is scheduled for next week. If it’s urgent and can’t wait, come to me or Tic and we’ll take it from there.”

 

Tic picks it up from there saying, “I’ve been doing some research and recon today and it didn’t take me long to find an inside man willing to talk to me. Ghost, I need you to reel yourself in brother until I have all the facts that are known laid out on the table. This is goin’ to piss you off, which we all understand, but we need your head in the game.”

 

“I getcha VP, and I’ll do my best,” I tell him.

 

“Now that that’s settled,” Wasp states, “Let’s get on with it. Tic, tell us what you found out brother.”

 

“Valdez has his hands in all sorts of illegal activities, drugs, guns, back door gambling, but the worst of them is sex trade. He doesn’t care if it’s women or children, he sells them both. From what I was able to find out they start as young as newborns and work their way up to fifty-year-old’s. What some sick fuck wants with a baby and older women and men is beyond me, not that at any age this is acceptable, but I know why a sick fuck like these would like some young person. They’re able to train them and break them, makes me want to vomit whenever I let my mind go there. All I can think about is Lil’ bit and my future son.”

 

The door suddenly slams open causing us all to jump to our feet and ready to beat some poor motherfucker’s ass, until we see who it is…Justice.

 

“I hear you fucker’s have a party goin’ on without me. That is unfuckin’ acceptable. That’s right, I’m back brothers, catch me up and let’s kick some ass!” God, it’s good to see him up and moving. Knowing he’s back and will help puts some of my tension at ease. He’s always had my back and is always down to get dirty.

 

“Brother,” I call out as I stand up and give him a brotherly hug. “It’s good to have you back. Things haven’t been the same since you’ve been gone.”

 

All the brothers stand and welcome him home. He takes his seat at the table and looks over at me and gives me a look that lets me know, no matter what he’s there and down. As we catch him up on the Templeton charter and Bristol’s situation I see anger grow on his face. He hasn’t met Bristol yet, but she’s family and he now knows she’s my Ol’ lady. Just like that, she has his loyalty no matter what her family was involved in and the cause of his long hospital and recovery stay. None of that matters. It ceases to exist. What matters now is getting rid of this piece of shit Valdez and shutting him down. Permanently.

 

“So,” Justice speaks up, “We going to take down this fucker and put an end to his extracurricular activities and keep our man’s girl safe?”

 

“That’s the plan,” Wasp says.

 

“Then we need to come up with a good one, one that will put a permanent hurting on this fucker so he never comes back,” Justice states matter-of-factly.

 

“I want him in the ground,” I growl out.

 

“And he will be,” Tic tells me.

 

Wasp speaks up, “I want as much intel as we can get on his operations and on him before we act. I want to make sure before he’s put to ground that these operations are so crippled that they don’t have a way of being picked back up for some other stupid fuck.”

 

“Should we call the Templeton charter home?” I ask.

 

“Not yet, I’ll call Kid and give him a heads up that it will be happening sooner rather than later, but first I want as much information as we can before we bring them home. I want to annihilate every single motherfucker involved in this as possible. Not just the key players, I want them all!” Wasp yells.

 

We spend the next couple of hours coming up with a game plan and assigning certain brothers with jobs that meet their specialties.