Page 2 of Chaos
Tribal Bones is an MC we are friendly with through our loan-sharking business. Another not-so-legal way of earning for the club. Judge, who is the Tribal Prez, was friends with my dad. They go way back to being a couple of punks on bikes in the sixties. Recently, he got a new VP, Dyno since his son Voodoo went missing. I don’t trust that fucking twat Dyno as far as I could throw him. Jacked-up wannabe is what he is and definitely not a man of his word.
“Yeah, that new VP is a snake if I ever meet one,” Mayhem grumbles.
“Even I wouldn’t touch him,” Riot joins in, and we all look at him with raised eyebrows.
“Fuck off the lot of you. He’s a cockwomble if ever I saw one and I do have fucking standards.”
Yeah, Riot can be a bit of a manwhore when he wants to be and I mean a manwhore. He’s gay and proud. Makes no difference to me or the club where he wants to stick his dick. Each to their own and whatever or whoever makes him happy is all we care about.
“Think we need to look into them a little closer. Never sat right with me the way Voodoo just disappeared,” Mayhem says while rubbing his chin.
“I agree. Keys do your magic and see what you can dig up on the fucker.”
Keys nods his understanding. These fuckers need to be more talkative at times.
“Lastly, I want to bring Twisted to the table. He’s currently our longest serving Prospect. He’s proved himself numerous times and the tattoo shop he talked us into backing has more than shown he’s got a good eye for business and that he’s committed to the future of the club. I say we see how he is at the rally and then look into patching him.”
I leave that there for a minute for them all to think it over.
“Bring him to meet with Tribal Bones and see how he does. A little test if he can hold his tongue,” Mayhem suggests.
This is why he’s, my VP. He’s good at bouncing ideas off but also at keeping me sane.
“You got Logan sorted for the rally?” I ask.
Mayhem is a single parent to a four-year-old little mischief called Logan. As his uncles, we love the little tyke and spoil him when he’s around the club. He’s the next generation and a mini biker in the making. Much to Babs annoyance his first word was‘fuck.’Babs is Mayhem’s mum. She and his dad Leon help Mayhem raise Logan. Logan had a rough start thanks to his bitch of a mum, but the kids thriving now.
“Yeah, he is staying the rents for the weekend, he can’t wait.”
Mayhem smirks knowing full well Logan is going to be spoilt all weekend. Kid loves his granny and pops. The whole club loves Babs and Leon; they are family and come to all our BBQs’ and gatherings. Supporting Mayhem’s decision to be a part of the club and taking us all on as their own. Babs treats all us brothers like we’re her sons too. Checking were okay, looking after us when we get sick, and lecturing us when needed. The woman might be small but I wouldn’t piss her off.
Two
Olivia
I’mon my hands and knees in the communal bathroom, scrubbing around the toilets. Why can’t men learn to hit the bowl and not the floor? I mean seriously, how hard can it be to aim that thing between their legs. You surely just point it in the direction you want to aim, but no, they just stand there and pee where they bloody well like, completely missing. Sounds about right for the twat waffles around here. I remember a time when I loved being at the clubhouse with my dad and his brothers. It’s all changed now and not in a good way.
“Liv where the fuck are you girl?” Bellows Guts.
Jesus, he’s the worst of them. He likes to tell people he’s called Guts because he guts people who cross him. Yeah, I’d like to see him try. It’s because he has the biggest gut or beer belly in the club. Man’s a lazy pig.
“In here Guts.”
The door to the bathroom slams open.
“Need you to clean my room. It’s a bit of a mess,” he growls at me.
I hold in the urge to roll my eyes. A bit of a mess, what he means is that he’s got so drunk again that he doesn’t know what he’s been doing. That tends to lead him to being sick all over and sometimes not making it to the bathroom in time.
Perfect.
Guts is an alcoholic which is now causing issues with his liver and kidneys.
“I’ll finish here and get straight on it Guts.”
“No. Do it now, I’m heading into Church and I want it done by the time we’re finished,” he growls at me with a menacing snarl.
“Okay Guts.”
