Page 40 of Red's Peril: Part 1

“Which is what we’re all fuckin’ thinking, Red,” Lefty all but snaps.

“Just gathering my thoughts, Brother.”Fuck but it’s good to call him that.“They’ve either been watching the compound, or they’ve got a plant.” There’s only one person who’s always around the club and who I don’t trust. I drop her in it. “Could that plant be the new sweet butt?”

There’s an intake of breath. “Raquel?” Rock’s mouth drops open. “Sweet butts don’t get to know anything that’s going on with the club.”

“She wouldn’t need to know much, just how to make a phone call when she saw we were all headed out. Hell, just being confined to her residence would have been indication enough if she was on the lookout for it.”

“Oh fuck.” Tongue’s head drops into his hands.

Drummer lurches forward. “What the fuck, Tongue? You been loose-lipped around her?”

Without raising his head, Tongue just looks up through his long eyelashes. “Bitch stopped me when I passed her going up to the house, moaning at why she was sent away and saying she wanted to suck my cock. I told her she’d have to wait until we all came back.”

I take pity on him. “She needn’t have been told anything, Tongue, other than what all the sweet butts knew, that they were banned from the clubhouse for the evening. It was pretty obvious something was going to go down.”

“Fuck it, we’ve been played.” Drummer still glares at Tongue even though I gave him an out. “When are we going to get someone who can properly vet hangarounds? Who vouched for the bitch?”

The table is quiet. It’s Lefty who dares open his mouth. “She seemed straight, Drummer. Said the right things, was annoying enough we all assumed she just wanted a patch.”

“She wanted a fuckin’ property patch alright,” Peg snarls. “Just not one of ours.”

“She still on the compound?” I ask, casually.

Drummer, the only man who’s allowed to bring a phone into church, gets out his device. He hits a pre-programmed number. “Pussy? Raquel there?” His eyes widen. “Did she? Nah, it’s alright, sweetheart. I don’t want anyone else.” Ending the call, his eyes meet ours. “She had an emergency. She took off a few hours ago.”

Chapter Fifteen

Rock gets up and kicks his chair. Beef runs his hands through his hair. Again, fists hit wood, but this time in anger.

This is one coincidence too many. It’s clear where the leak had come from.Fucking bitch.I’m just glad that as a prospect I hadn’t fucked her lying ass.

Prez bangs the gavel. “Meeting over. Time to find out if Red’s right, and we did indeed let a snake into our camp. Let’s get up to the storage room and get that, and other questions answered.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask whether I’m invited, but those patches I’m still clutching in my hand tell me I automatically am.I’m a full fucking member.It’s going to take me more than a minute to get used to that.

“Brother?” Wraith stops by my chair, laying his hand on my shoulder. “You coming?”

“You bet.” I stand, slowly, admittedly. “Just getting my head around the idea of this patch.”

“You did fuckin’ good, Brother.” Wraith squeezes his fingers. “We’d have been sitting ducks without your phone call.”

“Just did what anyone would, Brother.”

“No,” a voice growls. Once he’s got my attention, Drummer, who’s also hung back, continues, “Takes a good head to put two and two together. You made the call, Brother, despite your VP telling you it wasn’t no matter. You’re the type of man that’s the future of this club. And, that we’ve still got one, is quite possibly down to you.”

A patch and a compliment? Can this day get any better?

My pit stop on the way to the storage room morphed my pleasure from getting my patch into anger. What man likes seeing pink-tinged urine coming out of his dick? It’s the fuckers we had contained in the storage room who were responsible for it and I, for one, was seeking vengeance.

It was my first time seeing how the Satan’s Devils treated their enemies. Blade, as I already know, has a darkness within him, a yearning for doling out pain and retribution. His methods of making the captured Hell’s Damnation members talk were like nothing I’d witnessed before. Effective, I’ll give him that, even though it made my stomach turn over.

Watching him at work was a revelation. The Hell’s Damnation didn’t put up much resistance and held little back.

Along with my brothers, I learned they were a small club, their numbers roughly the same as the previously decimated Satan’s Devils’ mother chapter and were new to the area. They were lazy fuckers though. Instead of building their businesses from the ground, full of impudence, they thought they could take us out and take over.

Their prez and VP were young, with no military experience, nor anything much more than the ability to ride a bike. Instead of respecting the brotherhood, they were out for all they could get from it. If you wanted to join the Damned, you didn’t need to prospect for the club, just show a willingness to kill and maim for it. They were fucking amateurs compared to us.

Encouraged by Blade’s knife skills, they didn’t hold back. Raquel? Well, she was the VP’s sister. Once he’d lost one eye and his other was under threat, the VP gave an address for her.

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