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“We’ve been havin’ problems down at the restaurant next to the Pussy Cat Club over the past couple’a weeks,” Capone says casually.
Capone has always taken it upon himself to watch out for the Pussy Cat Club since his baby mama, Beth, works there. I thought for sure he was going to have an aneurysm when he found out she got a job there after they split.
I take a look at my vice president. He’s always been there for me and I know he wants to make sure his baby mama is safe.
“What kinda problems?” I ask taking a hit off the blunt. I’m needing something to calm my nerves tonight. I don’t know what it is, but something has me on edge.
Five years ago, I took over The Devil’s Disciples MC and knew I had some work to do. The last president, Aldie, was a fuckin’ psychopath who decided to set bombs and kill people off randomly for no reason. Needless to say, when he was in jail, he was offed rather quickly. The club is my home and the brothers of my club know how much I care about this club.
When I took the club over, I also took over all of the businesses the club has under their wing. I now run a strip club, diner, an auto repair store and a tattoo parlor. Since I’m a tattoo artist, I spend most of my time there and let the guys fight out doing the other shit.
“From what Beth was sayin’, there’s been a guy who has been followin’ her around the club and over into the diner. He’s tryin’ to get her to leave with him.”
“Do we still have the cameras outside near the alleyway?” I question. I spent a fortune on those fuckin’ cameras and called in a lot of favors to get them installed so quick. The only problem is the fact the cameras and all of the recording gears are at the restaurant.
“They should still be workin’,” Capone answers.
Gear is the next one to speak up. He has such a bad attitude and rarely ever says anything but the bitches love him for some reason. He growls at them but they still line up to suck his dick. “Is she actually tellin’ the truth or is she on that shit again?”
It is well known that Beth is a crackhead. She’s been on that shit since after she had Dolan, Capone’s son. It was sad to see how far she has fallen. On the upside, she makes the club a lot of money.
“Look, I don’t know if the bitch is still on the shit. I do know I don’t want Dolan’s ma to be fuckin’ raped or have some weirdo make a skin suit out of her.”
I raise my hand to get everyone to shut the fuck up. “Regardless if Beth is still doin’ the bumps, we have to protect our girls from weirdos. What time is it?” I question and puff on the last of my blunt. These meetings keep taking longer and longer as we fight other clubs for our territory.
My phone’s over on the desk, but I don’t want to roll over there and grab it right now.
“A little after ten,” Adams answers me. Leave it to Adams to be up on his shit to give me the time!
“Thanks, dude. Any new business?” I ask while putting the roach in the ashtray off to the side.
“What are we gonna do with the fucktards who are tryin’ to get our lines?” Adams throws out.
I shake my head. “Dude, I wanna smoke them and get it over with. Those assholes have been pushin’ my every nerve since they have come to our side.”
The “fucktards” Adams is talking about, is this motorcycle club who thinks they have big enough balls to fuck with us. We’ve been fencing a lot of product and a lot of shit over the past few years and don’t need some dick heads coming into our land. The Crawlers MC haven’t been around long enough to make that big of a name for themselves and they are trying to do it by taking us on. I’m not one to roll over and show him my belly.
Fuck no.
And neither are any of my guys. We’re not the type to let people come in and try to take shit that doesn’t belong to them.
Gear grunts under his breath. “Recons?”
I shrug. “They come any farther into our land, push their asses out. I don’t give a fuck. I gotta go to the club and look at the shit. Any other business?”
No one says anything and I raise my hand. “All right. You fuckers hear anything else, you let me know. We don’t want the fucktards to come any farther into our land.”
“Prez! I’ll go with ya,” Capone invites himself.
“We’re goin’ to check the cameras, not to check on your baby mama. You got me?”
He pushes his shoulder into mine. “Whatever.”
The drive to the club and diner doesn’t take too long. It’s only about ten minutes away from the club since we gotta be ready to pounce if some shady shit happens. When Aldie constructed all of the businesses, he didn’t want to have everything spread out. The man was lazy as fuck. We all knew it and he knew it, too.
