Page 47 of Taming the Bear
After my threat, the brothers stood up and went down the line telling everyone who they are. I waited until Smokey is last and I stand next to him. “I’m Smokey and I’m the Vice President.”
“I’m The Bear and I’m the president of this club. Everyone sit down. I have story time for you.”
Everyone sits down and I begin reading all of the emails that Chantal had printed out for me. That woman is brilliantly smart and I’m so fucking happy that she’s on my side of this equation. If I wasn’t already paying her for everything that she has done, I would have to find another way to make sure she knows that she’s appreciated.
“Wanna know who sent those emails?” I question and look at everyone in the room.
“Aye!” Everyone chants out and I smile a big smile because I finally have Smokey where I want him. Hanging off my hook like a squirmy worm.
Like playing that child’s game of Duck, Duck, Goose, I walk behind everyone of the patched members until I get to Smokey. I place my hand on his shoulder and then lean in really close.
“You fucked up. You should have fucking killed me when you had the chance and now you’re going to talk. Stand up and tell everyone what you did.”
Flip is looking at Smokey with disgusted eyes and I know that he’s definitely confused right now. In order to be patched in or even be considered a hang around (someone who comes to hang out at the club and is trying things out) you have to be vouched for by a patched member. Smokey was Flip’s member who vouched for him and was responsible in making sure that the club life was right for his protege.
“He’s lying, right?” Flip says to Smokey.
Smokey stands up out of his chair and gets defensive against me and the accusations that I’m handing him. Due to our bylaws, if someone tries to overthrow a current president, that person must have permission and go about it the right way. Which means, he should have challenged me in a table meeting or even came up to me and told me he wanted to. No, he had to be a sneaky bitch and try to kill me.
“This is bull shit! I’m being framed!” He yells out and looks around the room of our brothers.
Not one of them have said anything in order to defend him or question how I found out my information. Not one of them jumped in and said that the accusations are a lie. “Silence, brother,” I say to him as the room is so quiet you can hear the crickets. “No one besides your protege are stepping up.”
Mack Truck, Slice and Q’ Ball stand up out of their chairs and grab ahold of Smokey as he charges at me. The guys weren’t fast enough because he managed to get in one punch and that was to my gut. The brothers hold onto him for me and I finish reading off the emails to everyone.
I could tell that the prospects were getting scared of what is going to happen but I want them to be scared. I want them to know this is what happens when you double cross your club.
“Put him in the cell and on ice. We will have his trial tomorrow. Anyone volunteer to speak for him at the trial?”
If something goes on in the club, we give the members of the brotherhood a chance to stick up for themselves. However, you need a patched in and ranking brother to vouch for you. What they do is tell everyone the good that they’ve done.
No one says anything for a few minutes and I’m mentally preparing a noose for Smokey. The mother fucker tried to kill me by blowing me up with a bomb! I can’t believe that he would do something this crazy.
“Well, it looks like everyone has spoken. Prospects, I want you here tomorrow and ready to watch what is about to happen. You need to figure out which side you are on.”
Chantal
I’ve been lying in the bed for the past two hours going over countless emails that Smokey has sent to someone who referred to themselves as the Big Moose. There’s dozens of emails going back and forth and my imagination is running wild.
This Big Moose seems to be the driving force behind Smokey’s betrayal and I’m almost at the point where I can track down the original post. After I hit a couple of more buttons, I see a screen full of codes and there are files behind all of them.
The initial “Q” means something and the problem is once these people get wrapped up in the club life, they tend to stop going by their actual names. At least that is what I’ve found out from Google.
I pull up the FBI website and type in the aliases of both Big Moose and “Q”. While waiting for those to pop up, I take a look at the decoding on the other computer that I have set up. I’m waiting for each of my searches to come back with a hit and I’m getting impatient.
In order for me to not want to kick both computers across the room because I’m feeling stir crazy, I decide to take a shower. Joe’s shower is pretty big compared to my shower at my house and I like the fact that the glass wall goes all the way to the top as a steamer. I gather all of my shower supplies and take them to the shower to start it.
I take off my clothes and set them on top of one of my suitcases and I’m about to climb into the shower as my phone rings. Rolling my eyes because this could only mean that I have to hold off my shower for a few minutes longer, I go towards my phone and answer it.
Fuck my life. It’s Big Sir.
“Hello?” I answer the phone and wince a little at the harsh breathing that he’s doing against the phone.
“Well, well, well. If it’s not Pinky.”
I cringe and then look up at the sky as goosebumps take over my skin. “Big Sir, what can I do for you?”
Ever since our altercation earlier, I don’t know how to handle this. It hasn’t even been a day and I already feel as if I’m breaking his hold on me. Maybe it’s because I’m isolated in Joe’s room and it makes me feel safe or something…
