“So when are you going to go murder your brother?”
“Midnight tonight.”
“Why are you leaving now then?”
“I need to collect my thoughts and be around people who believe in me and agree with what I am doing. I don’t need someone second guessing me right before I’m in the battle of my life.”
“Fine, I need to collect my thoughts too. Maybe I don’t want to be with the man who murders his brother.”
“Not this again.”
“Hey I’m just saying…”
“You stay here in the apartment until I get back, but don’t expect me to get back until around two or so.”
“I may be here,” I say as the door closes. Fucker better not go get himself killed. It’s harder to hate a dead man.
NINETEEN
Gimp
The thunderous roar of motorcycles wakes me from a deep slumber. I look at my phone and it’s almost two thirty in the morning. Sounds like they’re getting back, but why so late? The apartment I’m in is a ways from the clubhouse so I can’t hear anything but the muffled shouting punctuated by the roar of Harleys. Are they celebrating Cade defeating his brother? That has to be what’s going on now. There’s no way I’m gonna be able to sleep so I get up and get dressed. No point in missing the party. I put on a pair of skin tight jeans and a strapless top. It’s hot and I wanna look hot for my man’s victory party.
As the noise outside escalates so does the beating of my heart against my ribs. This should be fun. War has been averted and maybe, just maybe Cade and I can kinda get back to normal; whatever the fuck normal is now. I’ll be able to get back to work. I cannot get used to the night hours these guys keep around here. I’m used to getting up at four in the morning and they’re just winding down for the night. And just when I’m ready to crash they’re getting up. It’s weird. I need to get back to the office and my somewhat normal life. I’ll still be Cade’s old lady but I’m not giving up my corporate job and six figure income or the perks that come with it. I feel like I’ve been camping; you know roughing it. I wanna get home to my twenty thousand dollar a month condo, my Porsche, and my spa treatments. Yeah, I’m fucking ready to go home!
I’m just walking out of the bedroom when I hear the door to the apartment open. Has to be Cade. I run down the hall ready to leap into his arms when I nearly run headlong into two very grim looking bikers. Both are blood splattered, sweaty, and holding AK-47’s in their hands.
My heart stops in my mouth. Not because I thought they were Outkasts, I can see their cuts clearly, but their faces. Those I have just killed. They have fired their weapons in anger and killed another human being; probably more than one. Something terrible has happened.
“Go back to your room and don’t open the door.” The older of the two men commands.
“Where’s Cade? What the fuck is going on?”
“It was a set up!”
“But I thought Cade had a contingency plan in place.” I reply, confused.
“He did and so did they.” Says the older one.
“So where is he then?”
After a long pause the younger one replies. “We don’t know ma’am.”
“Well what the fuck are you doing about it then and why the hell are you here and not out with him?”
“We’ve been asked to protect you. Our other brothers are battling with the Outkasts.”
“I can’t stay here. Not while Cade is in danger.”
“Sorry ma’am, but we can’t let you leave here.”
“Really? So if I insist on walking out of here you’re gonna do what?”
“You understand, stop you.” The younger one answers, but he doesn’t look too confident.
“You lay a hand on me and I’ll tell Cade you tried to feel me up. You fucking understand me?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good, then get the fuck out of my way!”
I brush past them in the narrow hall and neither one lifts a hand to stop me. I open the front door and stop in my tracks. It’s like a fucking war zone out here. Bikes are roaring in and out. Guns are being ferried around, and wounded bikers are being cared for in the main clubhouse. This is not what was supposed to happen tonight. I see a few brothers I recognize but for the most part I don’t see anyone I know. I can tell from the different cuts that there are guys here from at least 3 different Disciples charters. Cade knew something was going to happen tonight and he made a preemptive move by calling in several charters for back up. Good move on his part. If I can just find an unattended truck I can go find my man.
But maybe I should check in the clubhouse. Maybe he’s in there in a war council or something. Yeah, I’ll just poke my head in then go if he’s not there. I cross the courtyard narrowly missing getting run over by a wounded biker on his way in. I can feel the heat off the big engine as he careens by. He ends up hitting a row of bikes and takes out three before he falls to the ground unconscious.
I open the door and look inside. Sure enough, someone’s made this into a makeshift hospital. The three pool tables are now occupied by bikers getting sewn up. Another is being attended on one end of the bar. Turns out we have one old lady who is an ER doc and two who are nurses; damn convenient. There’s also a half dozen club whores and about as many girlfriends and a smattering of kids being watched by no one in particular. They’re certainly getting an education tonight.
I walk in and when no one pays me any attention I cross the floor over to the double doors leading to the inner sanctum. I’ve never been inside so I’m curious where my man spends all his time making the important club decisions.
I open the door and am surprised to see about a dozen brothers gathered around the table. When I pop my head in all conversation halts. One of the brothers turns around and addresses me.
“Well hello Gimp!”
Oh my fucking god! It’s Eddie! The room begins to spin. I can feel my body canting sideways and I know I’m gonna take a header into the floor. As my vision dims I see the cement floor rushing up to meet my face. Then everything goes black!
THE END
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