Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
The turnout for Mad Dog was huge despite the fact that each chapter had left enough of their members behind to protect their clubhouse, and the girls. I’d wanted to go to the funeral but had volunteered to stay behind knowing how much the other members wanted to go, but Red had asked for me to be there. Brick and I had carried him out of that building when he got injured, he and the rest of his club had talked and agreed that they wanted us to carry his coffin.
We’d only stayed in Glasgow for two nights. The Manchester boys needed to get back, not going into detail but had said they’d had some news about an issue with one of the brothers Grandmothers, and they needed to deal with it. I hate that I don’t know what’s going on, or that I’m not going back with them to handle whatever the issue is. I love that I’m in London, but I do miss my brothers from Manchester.
Nitro didn’t want to leave the clubhouse so unprotected for too long, and he was keen to find out if I had gotten a read on any of the guys. So, when Knuckles had announced that they would be leaving the next morning, he did the same. Red understood. He knew only too well the dangers the Poisoned Devils had posed, and when he found out that at least one had been spotted in London he didn’t question us leaving early.
We’ve been back twenty-four hours and I’ve not had a chance to sit down with Nitro. We both work for Knights Garage, and on our way back Sunday we got a call for a multi vehicle pick up following an accident involving three cars, two vans and an HGV.
By the time we got back it had taken us the best part of six hours to clear the accident site and get the vehicles all situated in one of our empty warehouses. We’d been asked to store the vehicles before doing anything on them until the police investigation into the accident was complete. We weren’t given any details, but we had heard a couple of the coppers talking saying that one of the drivers was drunk when he was pulled from the wreck.
Pouring myself a large cup of black coffee, I feel a hand run up the side of my arm which sets me on edge. Turning my head slowly I frown at one of the club girls pushing her tits up against me, grinning at me like she just won the lotto.
“What do you want?” I bite out at her, my tone making it clear that I’m not happy. She seems to take my question as an invite and slides herself between me and the counter, her hand quickly moving from my arm to my dick, adding pressure as she tries to rub it up and down over my jeans. She doesn’t get very far as I raise an eyebrow at her and take a step back. She reaches for me again, but I grab her wrist before she can connect.
“You know sexy, you’ve been here about a week now and you’ve not taken advantage of any of the girls. Why don’t you give me first go? I promise you’ll love the things I can do.”
I crack my neck trying to remain calm, letting out a breath I narrow my eyes on her.
“If I want to take a whore for a test run, you won’t be my first choice. Don’t ever fucking touch me without an invite again.”
I see the hurt on her face, but I don’t give a shit. I’ve heard about this bitch, bleach blonde hair that would give a haybale a run for its money, way too much makeup, so much perfume you choke on it and fucking ridiculous heels she can’t walk in. I think her name might be Lacey, but the brothers mostly call her the leech.
She’s apparently been here about six months and has only fucked about four of the brothers. Most of them stay away from her. I’d heard her first week here, she slept with Data twice, which in her head meant that she was his ol’ lady. She told everyone that he was now off limits and that they were together. He was so fucking mortified he fucked several of the other girls in front of her, who, by all accounts, were more than happy to oblige.
I storm into church, the bitch souring my mood, kicking the door shut before slamming my cup onto the table. Nitro raises an eyebrow in question as I take a seat.
“What the fucks got up your arse?”
I lean back in my seat and kick my feet up on the table, mirroring his actions.
“Fucking Lacey, bitch sidled up to me and thought she could put her hands on me.”
He laughs, but I see him shudder. There’s something about this chick that makes most around here uncomfortable.
“Yeah, she’s fucking something else. Mind I’m surprised she waited so long before coming onto you.”
I reach forward and grab my coffee, burning my mouth as I take a sip.
“Why the fuck do you keep her around if there’s so many who don’t like her?”
“She seems to keep a couple of the boys happy, as long as she’s not causing drama, she’s good to stay.”
I let out a sigh.
“What?” he asks dropping his feet to the floor and sitting forward.
“I dunno brother, there’s something about her that just doesn’t sit right with me. As long as she stays away from me, we won’t have a problem.”
“You want her gone brother; she’s gone. I trust you.”
I shake my head. “Nah, let’s just let it play out for a bit, if she pushes too far, I’ll throw her out myself. Anyway.” I turn to face him, ready to give him some names of the brothers I think should be moved.
“The old guard are keen to move out of major roles pretty soon. I’m hoping you have at least a couple of names for me so we can get the ball rolling in the next couple of weeks.”
I sit forward, rest my arms on the table, and give him a smile and wink.
“I do, brother. Tongue, quiet mother fucker, always watching, and fucking deadly when needed. He’s your Enforcer. I also think that Blades should be a Second Enforcer.”
“Blades, really? I would have thought you’d say Tank.”
“I thought about it, but Blades is intimidating and one hell of a shot. Have you ever known him to miss his target when he throws that damn knife?” It wasn’t a question. Blades never misses. He’s been throwing knives since he was seven, started out as fun, but when he killed his first man at age twelve by throwing a pen knife of all things it became his thing.
“Tank needs to be the money man. He’s gonna fucking hate it, but that man is a fucking whizz with numbers.”
Nitro nods, his eyes focused somewhere else in the room like he’s weighing up what I’ve given him. It’s more than a minute before he turns to me and smiles.
“Good. Just a need to fill Secretary now and we’re done. Thanks, brother. I appreciate your support on this.”
I sit back in my seat, as we spend the next two hours planning the promotions and the impending party that will follow. I inwardly smile, knowing that I’m going to do good here. That this move is going to give me the satisfaction I need.