Page 61 of Undone

“Dittohombre. Have your vote and get in touch.”

I nodded and we both stood. Will and Federico straightened as I approached them outside, smoking and lounging on their bikes. Will raised an eyebrow and I nodded. “It’s on. The Cartel and the Felons are makin’ a move to get us out of their way. They want our turf.”

“Fuck that,” Will spat.

I glared at him, before putting on my aviator’s. “It’s gonna get ugly, brother.”

“I ain’t scared of ugly. All you gotta do is put a bag over it and fuck it from behind.”

“Jesus,” I shook my head. But then a plan took shape. I climbed on my bike and put my helmet on. “Will—you are a goddamn genius.” I was still pissed that he was sleeping with my ma, but he gave me an idea that might give us an edge.

When we got back to the clubhouse, I ordered Federico to call the men in for a vote. Then I called Rog and Duke to give them a head’s up.

Rog was fuckin’ pissed.

He knew this new war put him and Dev between the Cartel and Canada. Everyone knows Springdale is not only Creed’s birthplace, but a place where we stop over on our runs to our Chapter in Vancouver. We usually run cash, parts, or guns. Never drugs or women. Even we have lines not to be crossed.

My fingertips trailed across the polished walnut table. I paused before taking the Prez’s seat at the head. Only a handful of men have sat in this seat. That knowledge wasn’t lost on me. The invisible crown on my head weighs a thousand pounds. I took a seat and thought about my plan. Fucking the Felons in the ass was going to be immensely pleasurable, if we could pull it off.

One by one, my men came into the room and took their seats. I waited until the pledge shut the door to stand guard on the other side. As I lifted my left hand, the room went silent.

“Our Club’s been through a lot of shit over the years. Sometimes it’s the shit that starts from the inside that threatened to end our brotherhood. Women, drugs, jealousy.Power.We overcame it all and always came out stronger. But the shitstorm brewing—the battles ahead—are gonna be something we’ve never faced before. The big guns are aiming at our backs. The Felons and The Vega Cartel are teaming up. They want our turf. They want Creed extinguished.” I paused, my eyes travelling to meet each man’s across the table before continuing, “We ain’t perfect. Often times we skirt the lines—break laws. But outta all the bad guys… we are the best ones. We have limits. Women, children, family are no-fly zones. My woman… was targeted. So, was Roger’s and Duke’s over the past several months and years. It’s time to surrender and survive under their rule—or stand and fight. Hold our traditions, protect our communities, and families from this shit. Duke has contacts in the government. We can tip off the feds and make it rough for the Vega’s and The Felon’s to get a strong foothold. But as you know—in the street—laws don’t always apply. We need to keep filling that void or pack up and find a new place to set-up. I’m choosing to fight. Fuck ‘em. Shipping women from Europe in containers to be sold south of the border doesn’t sit right with me. Neither does letting these fucks take our turf. But I want each of you to vote—knowing some of us in this room might not live to see tomorrow. It’s gonna be a bloody and brutal fight.”

I finished. My hands folded in my lap as I waited.

“I’ve been in this Club since the beginning,” Will pointed his index finger into the table. “Fuck those felons. We fight.”

Murmurs of assent and nodding heads followed.

“Let’s vote.” My hand reached for the gavel resting to my right. “All those in favor of going to war, say, ‘aye.’”

Not one man dissented.

“It’s war then.” I lifted the gavel bringing it down. I pushed my seat back. Federico caught my eye and motioned with his head. I walked over and raised my eyebrows. In low tones he told me, “She pulled into the Garden Hilton three hours ago. Her car is parked outside her room. She hasn’t left.”

“She’s probably exhausted after driving all night. Is Sherry still here?”

“She’s at the bar waiting for you. What the hell? Is she yours now?”

“Hell, no. Why?”

“She demanded I go on a run to get her that Starbucks shit and a damn breakfast croissant.”

“Did you do it?”

He looks down, pissed as fuck. “Yeah.”

“Christ, time to cut this one loose. Tell her Club shit is going down and no pussy is allowed inside until further notice. It’s hardly a lie.”

“You want me to dump this chick for you? Damn, you cold. Ice-cold. I heard how you dumped Luce.”

My jaw clenched. “I did what I had to.” With that, I walked out of the room and straight over to Sherry waiting for me at the bar. Her lacquered nails tapped against her five-dollar latte.

“Take a hike,” I told the pledge staring at her tits.

She seemed pleased—as if I was making my claim.

“Good morning,” she cooed, trying to land a kiss on my lips as I took a seat. The corners of my mouth tipped up. She clearly didn’t remember shit, besides waking up naked and alone in my bed, probably thinking we fucked. She’s too dumb to realize if we had—she’d be sore as shit, still feeling me deep inside.

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