Chapter Eleven
Cass
Sunday is the final day of the rally. A few biker games and the crowd begins to dwindle a bit.
Some people head home on Sunday while others wait until Monday to pack up and head back to reality.
Lilly's still asleep in the RV, but I couldn't go back to sleep once I woke up about an hour ago.
Someone leaving out cranked up their motorcycle outside the bedroom and I thought I was being shot at.
Needless to say, I've been awake ever since.
I make my way across the campground to vendor alley and bee-line to Kathy's.
She's been serving up the best breakfast all weekend.
She's got biscuits and gravy and fried egg sandwiches to die for.
I grab a plate for Lilly and a fried egg sandwich for myself, dressed with mayo, cheese, and bacon.
My stomach grumbles from the scent wafting out of the bag in my hand.
I set Lilly's biscuits and gravy on the counter and devour my sandwich.
The rally is quiet this morning, for the most part.
Everyone partied a little hard last night.
Flashes of my own personal party flicker through my mind and damn if my dick ain't hard again already.
She was so fucking perfect, falling apart for me right outside.
Coming on my cock. Moaning my name. I know that she wasn't quiet.
I could give a fuck less who heard, either.
I hope the entire fucking place heard her screaming for me.
I finish up my sandwich and opt not to wake Lilly.
My girl likes to sleep in and she hasn't been able to do that lately.
I stick her plate in the microwave and walk through the campground toward Micah and Raven's camp spot.
Just as I suspected, they're sitting around outside drinking coffee with a few of the Tattered Saints.
"Oh, there goes the neighborhood!" Sebastian shouts, tossing his hands in the air as I approach. He stands from his seat and shakes my hand, dragging me into a half-hug.
"You fucker! When did you get here?" I ask with a smile.
"We got in late last night. Bristol and all the ol' ladies are on a bachelorette party this weekend, so I dragged Reaper up here with our new prospect," Sebastian informs me.
"Ay, Prospect!" he hollers.
A twenty-something year old wearing a 'Prospect' patch in the center of his cut whips his head in my direction. He scurries over to introduce himself.
"Ryker. Prospect, Tattered Saints Gulfport," he extends his hand.
"Cass, Lucifer's Hounds Baton Rouge," I respond.
"Nice to meet you, man," Ryker says.
"Nice? I haven't even done anything nice yet," I quip.
Sebastian, Micah, and Reaper all bust out laughing and Ryker disappears back to whatever task he was in the middle of before Sebastian called him over.
"You two staying until tomorrow?" I ask.
Sebastian nods. "Oh, hell yeah. We missed all the fun yesterday, but there's still hope for today."
"That's right."
The weather is gloomy again today, and I don't think we're going to get away with it not raining this evening. I hope it does rain. I love the fucking rain. A good thunderstorm? I live for a good thunderstorm. Just me and my girl, dancing in the rain? I'm in like Flynn, baby.
Lilly wakes up around noon, just in time for me to want to take a nap.
I leave her to her own devices and crash out in the bed.
Just as I'm dozing off, the rain begins coming down, the sound lulling me into the best sleep of the weekend.
The games are over by the time I wake up, and the party is just getting good and started again.
I drag Lilly and the rest of our crew back to the stage to listen to the band and have a few drinks.
Aaron is carting around his ice chest, with Lilly's whiskey in it and beer for everyone, although he's looking a little bit lit as he carts it around.
Conner won the bike show earlier with his green beauty, Lucy and Carrie participated in the Weenie Bite game, and I got to toss a keg further than the rest of these assholes.
It was close, but I won by a couple feet.
Lucifer's Hounds has a few new trophies to set up on display at the clubhouse when we get home.
I take a look around, at the family that's standing around me. My brothers with their ol' ladies. My girl. My future wife. I'm just feeling a little bit grateful for these things that I've got.
After the band dies down and the after party is in full swing, I can barely keep my eyes open. Lilly turns in for the night with me, snuggling into my chest. I'm asleep before she finishes saying 'I love you'.
"Cass!" Lilly's voice is loud in my ear. Screeching. I wake disoriented, feeling like the bed is falling out from underneath me.
"Cass!" she shouts again, her hands shaking my shoulders rapidly.
I force my eyes open and have to blink them open a few times before I can focus.
It's dark. Too dark. No electricity dark.
And dilapidated. Something happened. The RV is caved in.
There's black smoke everywhere. It's so thick, I can hardly see Lilly right beside me.
She's coughing and shoving something off her legs. Part of the ceiling? It's hard to tell.
"Cass!" My name is being shouted from outside.
I hear beating and banging. Metal clanking.
A bright beam of light comes through like a beacon through a newly made, gaping hole in the side of the RV across from our bed.
Shorty comes climbing through the hole, probably because he's the only one small enough to fit.
"Are you okay?" he asks, staring back and forth between Lilly and myself.
"I think so," I say hoarsely.
I try to stand, but the roof is a lot closer to my head than it's supposed to be.
I crouch down, grabbing Lilly and guiding her between me and Shorty.
He steps out and takes her hand, helping her out of the hole in my wall.
I look at it and the longer I stare at it, the more I'm certain that my wide-ass shoulders are not going to fit through that hole.
"Come on, Prez. You can fit!" Leo hollers from the other side.
Fuck it. I turn sideways and try to finagle my way out of the hole.
With a few scrapes from the shards of metal and one knot on the side of my head, I make it out of the RV.
Once I'm out, I assess the damage. The black smoke billowing out of the other side draws my attention and I realize that it isn't only my RV that is damaged.
It's almost all of the RVs and campers around.
What the fuck happened?
"What the fuck?" I toss my hands up.
"Moccasins," Shorty deadpans.
The fucking Moccasins. I should've known. I knew better than to let my guard down and I fucking did it anyway. Rage rises to the top of my chest.
"GODDAMNIT!" I shout, slamming my fists into the ruins of my RV.
"Get her out of here. Get her out of here right now," I yell.
"What?! Absolutely not. I'm not fucking going anywhere!" She immediately shouts and tears stream down her face. Fuck.
I press my fingers to my temples and close my eyes for a second, my head pounding. I'm half-naked, standing in the mud with bare feet and I'm covered in dirt and grime and who fucking knows what. My head feels like it’s going to explode. What the fuck am I going to do about this?
"Is anybody hurt?" I ask, glancing around at the wreckage at our campsite.
"We're all good. But some people aren't so lucky. There are a few other campers and RVs that took a hit and one of the women a few campers down is hurt bad," Leo says, pointing in the direction of the screaming that I was tuning out.
"Where are they?" I ask.
"Long gone. They set off time-release, makeshift bombs and were gone before they ever went off," Conner informs me. He looks as dirty as I feel. Fuck.
Sirens and flashing lights draw my attention to the entrance of the park as emergency responders pile in.
Someone must've heard the explosions and called it in.
A fire truck with first responders parks just in front of what's left of my RV.
I send Lilly over to be checked out and have Shorty get the other ladies checked on first.
Sebastian and Reaper from the Tattered Saints are standing by idly, waiting to speak to me.
I want to hear whatever they have to say, too.
I'm betting they saw something or they know something.
Reaper's got his irons in so many fires, I'd be surprised if he couldn't tell me who did it and with what hand they set the trigger with.
Sebastian taps me on the shoulder and hands me a plain black t-shirt.
"It'll probably fit you like a sm-edium, but at least you'll have a shirt," he grins.
I flip him the bird as a thank you and tug it over my head. He was right. It's a fucking sm-edium. The damn thing is nearly cutting off the circulation in my biceps, but I feel more presentable, so I'll allow it. It'll stretch out eventually. I hope.
There are fire fighters, first responders, and law enforcement crawling all over this campground.
Just fucking lovely. Maybe I should've gotten Lilly out of here.
The police are talking to everyone, asking questions.
Reaper nods in my direction, a silent note that he's got some intel.
I nod back. I'll dip out as soon as I'm given the opportunity, but I know I'm going to be stuck talking to the police considering my RV looks like a dilapidated tuna can.
My brothers know the drill. Don't say a fucking word. We know where this started and we're going to end it. Once and for all. I'm so sick of hearing the goddamn name Moccasin. And Gater? Gater is going to wish that he had never turned his back on this club.
"That piece of shit will never see the light of day again if I have anything to do with it," Conner growls, his face void of any emotion. It's almost scary.