Chapter Four #2
She nodded, and her face lit up, as she couldn’t fight the huge smile that wanted out. Honestly, I was the same when I found out too. Stitch and I didn’t think it’d be too easy for us, what with his little ‘disability’, but we definitely proved he had enough spunk in his junk, right?
“We only found out today,” Sophie said, gasping as something else crashed, and we both turned to stare at the bikers. Why were they making more noise than usual? I’d seen them partying before, but this was insane.
“What the fuck is wrong with you people?” I heard Ice yelling, and then he was dragging Lissa away from them, and to us, but she didn’t look right either.
She was stumbling, and reaching in front of her, like there was something hovering right there that she could see, but the rest of us clearly couldn’t.
“What the hell?” Ice eased her down beside us, and caught her hands, crouching in front of her.
“Look at me, little vixen, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Pretty flowers,” she whispered, reaching for his hair, while the rest of us stared at her with confusion.
“That’s his hair, babe,” I said gently, grabbing her shoulder. She turned to me, and screamed, like she’d seen some kind of monster, and that’s when Ice cursed.
He tilted her head up, and stared into her eyes.
“Fuck me. How the…” he fell silent, turning to look at the others, and for the first time, I think my eyes started to really take in what was going on.
There were several squabbles going on, and more than a few guys sitting on their asses swiping at nothing in the air around them.
One was screaming, but I couldn’t tell who it was, because he was from the new chapter.
Sophie grabbed my hand, squeezing my fingers in panic.
“Are they all on something?”
Ice cursed again. “Yeah, looks like they’re all fucking high. What the hell happened here?”
Lissa plucked at his hair, cooing softly as if she’d just grabbed something beautiful, instead of tugging at his incredibly short cropped hair.
“Jesus fuck. What the hell are we gonna do here? I need to find the Pres and VP, can you guys keep her safe for me?” He paused then, lifting my chin, to stare into my eyes, then doing the same to Sophie.
“You both feel okay?” I nodded, glancing at Sophie to see her nodding too. Ice pursed his lips, glancing from us to Lissa, then to the mass of crazed bikers. I could almost see his brain ticking over and figuring things out, something I was really hoping he’d share with the rest of the class.
“Sophie, you’re not drinking alcohol either?”
She shook her head, and Ice groaned. “Fuck me. The three of us didn’t drink, and we’re fine.
I think it’s clear what happened here. Some cunt dosed the beer.
We’re under attack. I want you to go to Grease’s office, and lock yourselves in.
I’m gonna try tracking him down, and see if he’s sober, or like the rest of them. ”
“What if someone gets hurt?”
Ice groaned, getting up and dodging Harley, as he staggered past making sounds like he was riding a horse.
“Look, I can’t keep everyone safe, but I need the three of you somewhere where I know you’re not at risk, so I can focus. I’m gonna try and get the other old ladies to you, before I try and get anyone else locked down. Oh, thank god, there’s Reacher… what the fuck is he doing?”
We all looked and gasped, turning away as he unzipped his jeans and dropped trou, right in front of everyone. Fuck me. The place was going to hell.
Ice
Why the fuck was this happening, and why did I have to be the only fucker who was teetotal right now? They were all having way more fun than me. I sent the ladies off, with Cammy and Sophie trying to drag Lissa away from god only knows what fucking shiny things were calling to her.
I caught Reacher next, and dragged him off to the side of the storage building.
“Pres, put your junk away. I need you to focus.”
Reacher stared blearily at me. “Ally? Come here, woman. I’ll make you see fucking stars.”
Jesus fuck. I shoved him into the storage building, and pulled the door closed, wishing I could lock the fucker, but I had no idea who had the keys, and I was out of options.
“Prospect!” I yelled, because they all should be fucking sober, and one of them had better hear me.
“Yeah?” The scrawny guy who was eventually manning the gate earlier popped up beside me. “Crazy fucking party, right? I can’t wait ’til this is my life.”
I smacked the back of his head, and pointed at the door. “That stays closed, and the Pres stays inside, I don’t care what you have to fucking do. He doesn’t get back out.”
“What? What’s going on? Am I being hazed or something?”
Fuck me. “Look around you, dipshit. Someone’s fucking dosed the booze, and they’re all off their heads. I need to find Grease, and get to the bottom of this. Keep the Pres safe, I’m counting on you.”
“Micro’s in there?” Fuck. Micro. If he did this, I’d fucking kill him. Destroying patchover day would be just the kind of shit he’d pull. Especially after he’s fucking convinced them all he’s not an asshole anymore.
“He’s not my fucking president. Reacher’s in there. Guard him with your life. Hear me?”
The prospect gulped and nodded, grabbing the handle, and hanging on it when Reacher tried it from the other side.
“Ally? Woman, get on my cock!”
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, because this was going to get worse before it got better.
“Don’t let anyone in there. He can’t tell who’s Ally, and who isn’t, got it?”
The prospect stared at me in horror. “What?”
“Grease. Where the fuck is Grease?”
He shrugged. “Haven’t seen him since before the patchover, man. Try his office.” Before the patchover, huh… come to think of it, I didn’t remember seeing him at the ceremony at all.
Oh hell. If he wasn’t here, and he wasn’t off his face somewhere, there was only one other alternative. He was injured, or worse, because there was no way he’d let this shit devolve like this, if he could stop it.
“You ever wanna wear a cut, you guard that fucking man in there.”
The prospect nodded again. “I won’t let you down.”
Fine, now onto finding the fucking mafia bastard, who could hopefully help me fix this. Someone crashed into me, and knocked me into the wall, and I sat there for a moment, a little dazed by the blow I just took to my head.
Rocket leaned over me. “I’m doing free tattoos, man, come and get some.”
Jesus fuck. I figured he wouldn’t be drinking if he was tattooing, but who the hell knew what was going on anymore.
I shook my head and waved him off, and he merrily trotted away, grabbing Has-Been, who willingly went along for the ride, with Elise giggling beside him. I needed Grease, like fucking stat.
I dug my phone from my pocket, because if I couldn’t see him, maybe I could find him this way.
If not by him answering, then maybe by tracking his phone.
When I saw that I had no signal, I knew shit was far more serious than I’d realised, and scrambled up from the ground, taking off at a run for Grease’s office.
We needed reinforcements, and I needed a landline, like it was the fucking 80s or something.