Page 54 of Mav

“Yeah, let’s roll,” Wings hollers, and not waiting for anyone, he runs into the crowd and targets a man.

Well, we have to follow, of course, and that means the fight is on. We all know who we have to target, and that’s exactly what we do.

I run for one of Milanas’ men who is trying to get to the back of the room and escape. I grab the fucker and slam his head against the wall, making his ears ring, I’m sure. This is one of the fuckers that was organizing the death fights. He was on our radar to take out, and he’s going to be going to Nell’s and meet Jaws. Just to be sure, I slam him against the wall once more and as he slumps to the ground. I kick him in the head to make sure he’s out for the count. Just for the hell of it I kick him a few times in his gut, and that has me feeling a little better.

I grab his collar and drag him out of the building and to the van where I throw him in and leave him with Ruger, who quickly has him hogtied and gagged.

That is the momentum we get going. Take out a man, drag him to Ruger. Go back for the next. Passing Fist, I hold up my hand, showing four fingers. Frowning, Fist snarls, “Fuck, I’m gonna beat you this time.” I chuckle as Fist runs back into the room and pummels his fists into the nearest Milanas man he can find before dragging him to the van and running right back inside.

“What’s up with, Fist?” Wings asks as he passes by me.

“He was behind my body count, so he’s hurrying to catch up and bypass. You know how competitive he is.”

“How many has he got?”

“He’s got four now, drawing level, so I best get a move on.” I hear Wings laughing as I run back in and pick my next victim, which isn’t easy with the screaming, fighting and fleeing going on.

It can only take around thirty minutes, and it’s all done. Everyone that could be was out the door and disappeared faster than you could say ‘motherfucker’.

Vitale had Milanas out the door and into an armored vehicle before Axel could get to him, but we all know that our Pres isn’t going to let that stop him. We have plans already in place to steal the fucker away from Nell’s, with Graham and Nell’s help, of course.

Standing with my brothers waiting for orders to get the hell out of here and back to the clubhouse, I look at Fist, who is holding up eight fingers, I give him a smirk and hold up seven which has him dancing around like a fool.

Wings nudges me and murmurs, “You took down nine. Why are you telling him seven?”

“Look at our brother, brother, he’s ecstatic. How could I take that away from him?”

“Yeah, I see that,” Wings mumbles under his breath but I can’t tell what he’s saying, but he walks away and I lean on the side of the van while waiting for orders. My mind is already thinking about Blake and hope she’s had a nice evening with the other Ol’ Ladies.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

-:- BLAKE -:-

Ed follows me into the clubhouse front door, and we are greeted by Bitty who rushed over and wrapped me into a hug. “It’s going to be a fun night, Blake. Come on, and we’ll grab a seat. Evening Ed, come on, you too.”

Now, Bitty is always a bundle of energy, so it’s no surprise when she drags us both over to a table where Amelia and Sybil are sitting. “Raven, Destiny, this is Blake and Ed. Ed is Blake’s PawPaw.” Introductions done apparently and Bitty bustles away leaving me and Ed to take a seat.

“Did you see the stripper pole?” Raven asks the table in general.

Destiny replies, while grinning. “Yeah, but you know I’ve never done that and never wanted to, but did you see Bitty’s smile when she said she’d got one organized and fitted for the evening.”

Amelia smiles, “Well, I’m too old so that rules me out, and Sybil of course. But you three young’uns should be fine to give it a try.”

Ed chortles, but keeps his comments to himself. He’s obviously a man that has learned not to piss off women. But I reach to my side and take his hand and give it a squeeze. My way of letting him know I’m as amused with this conversation as he is.

Mav comes over, kisses me and heads out with the other men, and I’m not sure if I should be worried or not, but the others at the table seem chilled out, so I shrug and go with it.

Bitty comes back with a large tray which she places on the table in front of us. There are an assortment of sandwiches and around the edges pieces of carrot, celery and other vegetables to munch on. But the large bowl of dip in the center of the tray looks wonderful.

“Dig in when you are ready. Meat did this for us, he’s a good one and Star, you keep him sweet.” Bitty giggles to herself mostly, turns and heads back into what I assume is the kitchen.

“I’ll help Bitty,” Sybil stands and quickly walks away, but Amelia grabs herself a sandwich and takes a huge bite, not worried at all about anything else going on.

“I’m not eating yet, I’m going to have a go on that pole.” Raven walks over to the stripper pole, and is joined by some of the other women, who are all saying how they think you should twirl on it, around it, or even climb up it. But I’m thinking I don’t want anything to do with it, because I’m liable to break my neck.

I take a sandwich and as I’m munching I watch Raven on the pole, wincing as she keeps slipping off it and sliding to the bottom. But she giggles and gets back up for another try.

Mia walks over and takes a seat next to mine, taking me by surprise when she announces, loudly I might add, “Blake is Mav’s Ol’ Lady, so a show of hands for her as a girl gang member.”

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