Page 79 of Brother In Arms

He tossed me a spare black wife-beater. I shook my head, knowing full well what he’d been about to say. We were all trying to get him to fuckin’ fix it on a kind of Disney and Aaron. The last thing we wanted was Disney to get in a beef with Duracell over something he’d picked up and used so often in prison that he kept on with it on the outside. He didn’t think about it, he just said it. Bad habits being a pain in the ass to break and all of that.

My twin held my cut while I pulled the shirt on over my head. Dragon was still on Bailey’s cell, talking to her mom, nodding every so often and saying things like ‘right’ and ‘I hear yah.’

I held out my hand for it and Nox handed it to me, he gave me a meaningful look and I shook my head. I couldn’t promise him what he wanted, that I wouldn’t do something stupid or wind up in jail. His shoulders dropped and he tilted his head his expression screaming really, dude?

I had one word for him, “Maren.”

That shut him up. He sighed and hung his head. He’d pulled some stupid shit for his girl only around six months ago or so. Stupid shit that could have and would have ended his career and ruined his clean record. He wasn’t one to fuckin’ talk. Only luck and some strong armed tactics by cover of night kept his ass straight and the cops out of it.

“I don’t plan on killin’ nobody,” I said softly so only he could hear. “But I am about to fuck some shit up.”

“Just be careful,” he muttered.

“Careful as a virgin on her wedding night,” Archer said sucking his teeth.

“Man, fuck you dude. You have Mel and the boys to worry about now.” I told him.

“I get locked up, the club’ll take care of things ‘til I get out.”

“Jesus, Archer, there’s more than just finances and shit to take care of now. Those boys don’t need an absentee father,” Nox hissed.

“It’s a moot fuckin’ point. Nox, Arch, take your asses back to the clubhouse and post up. Watch your brother’s girl. Rush, Reave, Cell, Dray, you’re with me.” Dragon ordered.

“Trig, Blue, Data, head on back to the club with Nox and Rush and wait for our phone call. Data, listen to the scanners and have bail money ready should it come to that.”

“Yeah, you got it.”

“Em is gonna fuckin’ kill me if I get locked up,” Dray griped.

“It’s fuckin’ family,” Dragon said. “You’re in this to win this because you got a boy on the way.”

“We don’t know it’s a boy, yet.” Dray protested.

“It’s a boy,” Dragon said and grinned.

“Girl pops out I’m going to laugh at your ass,” I said.

“Girl pops out I’ma be like, ‘you better put that back,’” Dray said.

Laughter went around and we mounted up. I’d added one thing to my bike for the trip we were agreed on and about to make. It was time for a public display of what happened when you fucked with a Sacred Hearts’ man’s family. Let alone the president’s. I patted the end of the bat sticking out of one of my bags and hit the ignition on my bike, starting her up. I fell into formation and when we reached the highway went right towards the freeway that’d take us to the city, while the rest of the boys peeled off left to go back to the club.

I was amped, I was ready and I was gonna hurt a motherfucker. I was gonna hurt him bad. We rode out toward the GDG and hell rode with us. When we got there, we stopped about two blocks away and put on shades, covering the lower half of our faces bandito style with bandanas and pulling on baseball hats, generic black nothing with a logo or traceable. Last thing we did was take duct tape to our rear plates to cover them up from any eyes in the sky. We were as prepared as we were going to get. I straddled my bike and pulled on a pair of gloves, everyone else doing the same. Wouldn’t do to leave fingerprints behind.

We rode right into the lot of the office complex that housed their offices, gliding right up to the front of the place, parking the bikes haphazardly and pretty much taking up all their parking. I pulled the bat out of my bag and went to the front door. Locked and on a buzzer. Well fuck that shit.

“Batter up!” Duracell crowed and I adjusted my grip, tested my swing, and took out the front door. The glass shattered on the second or third hit, crumbling in a sparkling fall. Safety glass, like the shit that had cut up my Bailey last night when the hired goons this motherfucker had sent shot out her fuckin’ truck windows.

“You can’t come in here, I’m calling the police!” his secretary was screaming and Cell pointed his gun in her face.

“You ain’t doin’ shit but sitting down and shutting the fuck up while we have a chat with your boss!” he snarled.

“Which way?” Dray demanded. She stood with her hands up and pointed down a hall. Dragon led the way with me right on his heels and Reaver right on mine. Dray stayed back with Cell to keep him on a leash.

Dragon stopped in front of the big man’s office, reared back, and kicked that fucker in with one blow. The door flew back and hit the wall, swinging forward violently. The man behind the desk, olive skinned and dark haired wasn’t no slouch. He was a bigger dude, the cut of his suit screaming ‘tailored to fit’ but it looked like he knew how to throw down.

I walked right up to his desk as he set his phone gently back in its cradle saying, “I’ve called the police.”

“Bully for you,” I breathed and he leaned back.

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