Page 46 of Taming the Bear
“That rat bastard,” I growl out loud and hold the emails closer to my face in hopes that I’m reading it wrong.
Chantal nods her head and then tilts it to the side making her pink hair look like a waterfall. “That’s not all. I also did a search on his computer and found websites that he saved regarding building bombs at home. There’s probably at least fifteen different websites on his browser.”
I’m going to kill him.
“Thanks, baby. I’m gonna be right back,” I tell her and give her a quick kiss on the lips. “Stay here and lock the door. Don’t open it unless it’s me on the other side.”
“All right.”
I spin on my heels and storm out of my room. As soon as I get to the bar area, I see about half of all of the brothers in there getting drunk. I throw my hand in the air and everyone stops talking. Music is still playing but it’s almost as if everyone knew it was going to monumental.
“Listen up, I want you to exercise the phone tree and call every brother in. And prospects,” I demand.
Smokey’s the first one to step up to me and he smells like beer already. “What’s going on?”
You tried to kill me. You tried to overthrow me. You created the ultimate sin and I’m going to make an example out of you.
“There’s some shit that I need to talk to everyone about and I want all of your asses at the warehouse out back in thirty minutes. Whoever is late, well, you better have a good god damn reason. I don’t give a shit if you’re getting dome,” I state and look at Smokey and then Slice in the eyes, “you pull your damn pants up and come to work.”
Part of being a leader that has already affected me was not leaning over their shoulders to make sure that they actually did what I asked them to. One of the major problems with being a president of the club, I had a lot of fucking pressure on my back and I needed to make sure that I didn’t get the counsel called on me.
Being recognized as a national motorcycle club, everyone that has a rocker all answers to the same people and that is the counsel. They are the ones that are making sure that everyone is following the rules and doing what they are supposed to be doing. Since I’m the president of a 1%’er club, I don’t typically give two shits about being on their good side.
What I do care about is the blowback that I could get from doing something the wrong way. Like killing Smokey in front of everyone so they know that I mean business.
I’m armed with all of my information that I need to bring this asshole down and I know I’m about to piss off a lot of fucking people. I’m not willing to tell them how I found out this information and I’m not willing to throw Chantal under the bus for doing what I paid her to do.
My blood is boiling as I walk to the back building that is hidden by a bunch of trees. This building has been on the club property before we were even a club and I intend to keep it that way. I like this building because nobody knows where it is and I’m able to keep my club life private. Like dealing with someone that is staging a coup.
I don’t bother moving anything around and I sit on the biggest chair next to the far wall. That’s one thing that I don’t do and that is let my back be exposed to anyone who will stab me in the back like Smokey.
The brothers start trickling in and I keep my gun on my thigh as I watch them. Not one of them knows what I’m about to do and it’s going to get pretty fucking bad.
“All right,” I clear my throat as the last one comes in and it’s Smokey. “Full patched members, I want you sitting up front. Probates, take your seats in the back and watch what you are about to see.”
I give them a few minutes to do what I said and then I stand up. “A lot of you don’t know that it wasn’t that long ago when someone tried to kill me with a bomb. What you also don’t know is that I knew someone was being a rat and it was a fake run.”
“That’s bull shit!” Smokey states and slams his hand on the table.
Slice does it too and I can tell that he’s hurt worse than any of them. Flip’s face is hard as he tries to figure out what I’m saying. Q’ Ball is glaring at me and I just shrug off all of their stares.
“Someone in this club is a rat and I have proof as to who it is. What I want all of you to witness is this is what happens when you betray your club, your leader and your colors.”
The guys start speaking up and I know they are trying to tell me that I’m wrong but I don’t need them to do that. What I do need them to do is make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.
“Ranked members, I want you to stand up and face the rest of the club. I want everyone to say what their rank is and what you do here.”
“Come on, Bear! This is fucking stupid!” Smokey yells out as he stays seated.
I’m not playing these games so I walk over to him and stand behind his chair and grab the backing to it. Once it’s in my hands, I push him off of his chair so he has to stand up. “Alright, since you don’t want to follow directions, those of you that don’t stand up you don’t get your kick back this month. And damn, what a great kick back it was too. That run we did to Jersey and back brought in a lot of loot.”
I’m playing dirty and I know that I’m pissin’ off a bunch of the higher ranking members but I need to make my point here. My point is- you don’t stage a coup and think you are going to get away with it. There are consequences for your actions and betraying your president, well that’s treason.
What do we do to treasonous people? Burn them alive and make sure that everyone knows not to fuck with The Lucifer’s Lair.
I gave Mack Truck all of the money so he could divide it and update the books for me. He’s the treasurer and a quick wit when it comes to numbers and all things money. After every time we get paid, I let Mack Truck do his thing with all of the money and then he tells me how much we got paid. Since I’m the highest ranking mother fucker in here, I get the most and then it goes down the line to all of the brothers. A majority of clubs won’t tip out their probates, but I think it’s important to build on morale. If they aren’t getting anything in return, the chances of them being a stand up guy is slim.
Brotherhood is key. Every brother is treated like the contribution that they bring to the club and those contributions get paid.
