Chapter 30
FINGER
“Let’s do this, brothers. Let’s end the suffering of these kids and their parents,” Pres states firmly as he straddles his hog ready to roll out of the compound.
I pull my hog to the left side of Pres but behind Cap.
Rides, as Sergeant at Arms rides at the back, watching for anything untoward.
We used to ride the opposite way around, but Rides preferred to ride at the back of the formation, and as long as Pres’ back is covered, we were both good with the change.
It’s a smooth ride, no issues en route. Pulling into a nightclub parking lot, the eight of us on this hunt walk away from our hogs, leaving Robert, the prospect, to watch over them.
He volunteered, which impressed all of us because he’s damn handy with a weapon.
He carries three guns and two knives, and when he gets to be a brother, we are going to have to think of a good name for him.
He is also driving the club van, so we have something to haul bodies home in.
I follow Pres, Cap, and Scalpel making sure I’m in a handy position in case anything untoward happens.
Pres, of course, will allow no one to stand in front of him.
He has always said if a bullet has his name on it then so be it.
He doesn’t want a brother taken down trying to save him.
We do, however, do everything we can to make sure he stays safe even though it pisses Pres off.
Once we reach Millionaire’s Row, we can all see that it’s a slum. What once were large, beautiful homes are now run-down and will either need a large amount of cash spent on them or demolishing.
“Which one is it, Cap?” I ask as we walk steadily down the street. It’s easy to see curtains twitching with eyes that want to see but not be seen.
“Do we know how many men he has with him?” I have to ask because if Byron told us I must have missed hearing it.
“Eight men. That’s what Byron said. You know when we used the mandolin on him. I never knew you could slice a body like that. It was very interesting,” Cap replies with a look of surprise on his face.
“Okay, stop the mouth flapping. That’s the house.
We go in the front door, and we maim any we face.
If we can’t maim, we take them out. I don’t want to see any of you get injured.
Especially you, Finger, ‘because I don’t want Cilla calling up all her ghostly friends to haunt my ass,” Pres says with such a deadpan tone that I smirk to myself.
“Was a lovely place at one time. Look at how the street has changed from a pleasant neighborhood to a ghetto,” Scalpel states disgustedly.
“Scum is what they are. Look at the place. You’d think we lived in a third-world country with all the trash everywhere.
Dogs tied up, looking lean and hungry. I bet the kids look like they need food and a bath.
” Pres shakes his head at whatever visual he has in his mind. “Come on, let’s finish this.”
Reaching the front door, I dash in front of Pres, raise my foot, and kick the door as hard as I can. I reckon we are all surprised when it flies open into a large entrance with a staircase in front of us.
Three men burst into the entrance, rushing towards us. Pres let’s go of a bellow that would not have been out of place in a Viking invasion. He runs toward one of the men, jumps into the air, and gives him a flying kick to the jaw. Oh dear, one down, two to go.
Cap steps forward and kicks the man on the ground in the head, and grunts that will keep him out of it for a long while.
Then he turns and punches one of the two in the face, but I turn and grab the other as he reaches me.
I flick my leg behind his, bringing him down.
I then look at Pres who returns the look with a grin as he grabs the asshole by his shirt front and hauls him onto his feet.
Pres headbutts the man making me cringe because you know that shit hurts. Pres follows that with a one-two to the kidneys and a right hook to the chin. I can see the smirk on Pres’ face, and you know the fucker is enjoying this.
I spin around when I hear fighting coming from the back of the house. I also hear movement upstairs. “I’m going up, Pres.” I make a move up the stairs and turn when I hear a crack. Turning, I shake my head when Pres is dashing up the stairs behind me. “You broke his neck, didn’t you?”
Pres chuckles, “Sure did. Now, let’s find Numbnuts.”
“You mean Maddog?” I asked stupidly. I mean really who else would he mean?
“Yeah, Numbnuts.” Pres dashes to the first room, kicks the door open, and when no one is inside moves to the next. I do the same on the opposite side, and my guess is that it will be the room at the end, which just has to be the master.
Scalpel and Cap are now opening doors too, and that can only mean Rides, and the brothers have the downstairs locked down.
A gun fires as the door at the end of the corridor opens. We all duck into a room, and I’m standing beside Scalpel. “How about I do that thing we saw in that movie…” Clicking my fingers trying to remember the name, “You know, Scalpel, the one where he rolls and fires.”
“I don’t know,” Scalpel answers as he shrugs his shoulders while being as useful as a chocolate teapot.
“Never mind,” I snap as I drop to the floor, roll out of the room into the corridor, shoot my arms out in front and fire. “Wow, that was awesome. I got the fucker,” I don’t even try to stop the chuckle that escapes. “Hey, Pyro, if you are around just know that one is heading your way.”
Scalpel is looking at me like I’ve lost my mind as he asks, “What are you doing?”
I shrug as I get to my feet and make a dash to the end of the corridor right into the room at the end.
Nobody, there is nobody in the room. I look under the bed to make sure the weasel isn’t hiding under there, then open a door which is an enormous walk-in.
It is empty and there is no where in here to hide.
That leaves one door. “Hey, Pres, do you reckon the weasel is hiding in the bathroom?”
Before anyone could say a word, the bathroom door opens and who I presume is Maddog Hughes rushes out of the bathroom firing his weapon.
Cap grunts, I duck, Scalpel curses as he dodges and Pres!
Well, instead of Tracker, we should have named him Psychotic because he runs right into Maddog, taking him down to the floor.
Punching and whaling on him, all the time telling him he’s a piece of shit that is killing kids.
Cap and I pull Pres off Maddog, and Scalpel zip ties the fucker so he can’t do anything. Well, that is a stupid statement on my part because the man is out for the count anyway, so how the hell is he going to cause a problem?
Rides, Hot Rod, and Bowie saunter into the bedroom. “Ah, good to see you have it all under control, Pres,” Rides states as he takes in the fucker on the floor.
“Where’s Whistle?” Cap asks.
“Keeping watch. But the street has blacked out. All the lights have gone out in the houses, and all doors were bolted I imagine. They all have gone quiet, being careful to mind their own business.” Rides walks over to Maddog and grabs a handful of his hair.
Lifting his face so he can look at him. “Yeah, he’s a weasel alright.
You just got to look at him to see he’s a total waste of breathing. ”
We all nod and I, along with Hot Rod, grab ahold of Maddog and make our way downstairs.
“I’ve called Robert with the van. He said it’s all quiet, so he doesn’t think anyone will touch the hogs.
But let’s not hang around. If anyone touches my ride, I’ll cut off everything that they have and make them eat it,” Rides snarls leading the way out the front door of the place.
Robert is on his way back to the clubhouse with Maddog trussed up in the back of the van. The men in the house were all given the option to disappear or die. Of course, they all chose to run for their lives. Good thing, in my opinion, because the acid pit has been busy of late.
We discussed whether we should light up the place so anything in here like his stash of drugs would go up in flames or search the place and find it all. “I reckon we torch the place,” folding my arms across my chest as I speak.
“Yeah, I do as well. I’d rather we did not get caught here with a stack of drugs. It would give us hard time if caught.” Bowie flicks a lighter he has retrieved from his cut.
Once we all agree that torching the place is the best idea we run to different rooms and light her up. Back outside we wait just long enough to know the place is not going to be saved. Neighbors have come out of their homes but are not speaking to any of us. Wary, which is wise.
Pres looks around the street, then places his hands on his hips, right as he shouts to anyone in earshot.
“Anyone who wants to take up supplying drugs will be the next ones we take down. We are the Restless Demons MC, and you all know our reputation. Don’t piss me off or you’ll regret it.
” Nobody responds. In fact, many turn and re-enter their homes, closing the door firmly behind them.
We dash back to our hogs once we know the place is not going to be saved and hear the fire trucks approaching. Nobody has touched the bikes. That’s a blessing because the last thing we want is Bowie to go crazy with his fucking knife.
Once we arrived back at the clubhouse with Maddog safely in the shed, I checked to see when Pres is intending to finish the asshole before I head home to Cilla.
“Tomorrow we will visit the asshole in the shed. Ian and Spencer are watching over him tonight. I would put a bullet straight into him, but we need to know if he has anymore dealers in town. Where he got his drugs from, because we don’t want the Cartel on our doorstep,” Pres isn’t really worried about any of the Cartel’s as he has enough shit on all of them that operate in America.
It’s one of the reasons our government wanted us to work with them.
“Okay, I’m going to check on Cilla. I want to make sure she’s not overdoing it. She was going to the bridal place to see about something for the wedding.” I start to walk out of Pres’ office when he speaks.
“Jet told me something about today, so tell Cilla I’ll be wanting a word with her.”
“Okay, Pres, no problem.” I head out of the clubhouse and set off for home. It’s been a long day and I’m ready to chill out with my woman. I want to talk to my kid too, because when he or she is born they've gotta know who I am and recognizing my voice is the right move as far as I see it.
I can’t wait for Cilla to have a nice round belly I can kiss and talk to, where I can feel the baby kicking and moving. Awesome, I can’t wait.