Page 29 of Embracing the Consequences

Marcos hated the guy. With his beady black eyes and bald head, he was a fucking short little fat dude with no neck and massive arms that made him look like a gorilla. He kissed Buckley’s ass and was generally a dick to everyone else.

“Agreed,” Nico muttered.

There was a commotion in the corner of the room where Buckley was usually holed up with Ace. Like clockwork tonight, Buckley and Ace were at their round table with the prospects surrounding them. They had been snorting coke all night.

Marcos looked over just as Ace stood from the table, shouting at Buckley.

The girls that had been serving them whisky all night had slowly started to back away from the table as Buckley startedshouting back. One thing the girls learned early here was to stay out of club drama.

Buckley stood up just as quickly and was reaching for his nine before anyone could stop him.

“Oh shit!” Marcos yelled and dove for cover as Buckley started shooting.

Marcos, Stone, and Nico managed to dive behind a pool table as the shots rang out. Buckley fired until Ace fell back, then he turned his gun on the prospect in front of him.

When the sound of the hammer hitting the empty gun rang out across the room, Marcos stood slowly. Nico and Stone were on either side of him, unharmed.

He couldn’t say the same for Ace or the prospect.

“Shit, Janey,” someone muttered.

One of the women that had been serving Buckley’s crew had been caught in the cross fire. Even from across the room, Marcos could see the blond was dead, along with the prospect—and Ace.

Buckley killed a patched brother.

“You dumb fuck,” Bear growled.

Buckley was still staring down at Ace with the anger and rage on his face. He was so coked out of his mind he didn’t even hear Bear.

Marcos took the opportunity as VP to make a move. “Grab him,” he ordered Trick and Ransom, who had been sitting at the bar just to the right of the shooting.

Buckley didn’t fight as the gun was pried from his hand. Trick and Ransom made quick work of patting him down for additional weapons.

Bear and Jerry moved in and helped Trick and Ransom escort Buckley to the basement cells that they used for interrogations.

“You four,” Marcos motioned at the four remaining prospects, “church,” Marcos ordered.

For a moment the four men, stringy and lanky, looked like they were going to run or reach for weapons. Stone and Dagger moved toward them. “Lose the weapons,” Stone ordered.

Marcos spared a glance at the dead bodies on the ground. Janey’s dirty blond hair, splattered with blond, made Marcos pause. Made him think of another woman with dirty blond hair, splattered with blood the last time he saw her, before she left him.

He shook himself from his reverie and glanced at who was still in the room. Axel, Blaze, and Phoenix moved in so Marcos could see them. “Clear the room. We’ll deal with the bodies after we deal with the prospects,” Marcos ordered.

“We’re in unprecedented times for this club,” Marcos started as he sat at the head of the table in church. His club was fanned out around the table. For the moment he was allowing the four remaining prospects to sit in; he’d deal with them in a bit.

“Our club has been fracturing around us for the last several months,” Marcos continued. He looked around the table, meeting the stares of every man that dared to meet his and noting those that kept their gazes glued on the table. “We have a problem: our president has forgotten the rules of this brotherhood.”

Murmurs of agreement rippled around the table.

“First matter of business, though.” Marcos turned toward the four prospects at the end of the table. None of the men would return his gaze. One fidgeted in his seat. “With Buckley’spresidency under scrutiny, I motion to kick the prospects until we can vet them properly.”

“Seconded,” Stone replied immediately.

The prospects froze in their seats, the largest of the four of them finally meeting Marcos’s gaze. There was a look of contempt in his dark eyes, but Marcos didn’t give a shit. He wanted the scum gone.

“Buckley promised us the patch,” he said.

Marcos glared at the scrawny fucker. “Buckley’s in hot shit with his club. You ain’t part of this club. Take off the cut and leave.”

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