Page 1 of Wrench
CHAPTERONE
Wrench
Sitting on my bike in the lot of the compound, waiting for Joker and Tank. I honestly just want this run over with. I mean don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind going on runs. It's part of being in the club and I am not going to turn down a chance to ride with my brothers. But this time feels different, I cannot put my finger on what is making It feel different, but something is.
My stomach is churning like a washing machine and the hairs on the back of my neck are all standing to attention. The air has a crackle of uneasy energy to it which is making me want to pay more attention to my surroundings. My eyes keep flicking to Dog who is resting on his bike with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He looks so cocky and smirks at me. Iwish I could wipe that fucking stupid grin off his ugly face. I have never liked Dog. Everytime he opens his mouth, bullshit falls out. I flick him the finger and turn back to the clubhouse doors as Tank walks out.
“You okay brother? He asks as he gets near my bike.
“Yeah, just a feeling in my gut. Something doesn’t feel right”
He looks around as if looking for something to jump out at him.
“I get what you mean. There is definitely something in the air” he nods in agreement.
“I think we need to keep an eye out” I warn
“I’ll mention it to Joker” Tank says as Joker says goodbye to Carrie and Beau.
I catch Dog watching them with so much hate on his face. Well, that’s new and something to keep an eye on. Not sure why Dog would hate either Joker or Carrie. Yes, Joker can be a moody asshole at times, but he’s mellowed a lot since Carrie has come back.
Carrie is just a sweetheart with a real momma bear streak. Kind as an angel and sweet as pie unless you are hurting her family. She’s the little sister to all of us. Always checking on the single brothers, making sure we are okay.
I'm surprised when Wire also joins us for the run. Normally he stays at the clubhouse in his batman cave of computer. Hes not really one to be out in the field so to speak. I give Tank a look and he shrug his shoulders. Even Joker looks a little surprised. Deciding to let it go, maybe he just needs to get out for bit. This is just a standard run, one we have done thousands of times with no issues. Yet, for some reason, this time feels different.
We pull out of the compound together and set off to meet the transport. There is no other feeling then cruising down the highway with your brothers. The freedom you feel is indescribable. Its like a peacefulness wash over you. You become one with your bike, the road but it also brings you closer to your brothers. However, this is not what I feel. It is not peace that washes over me but an uneasiness. My gut is churning and the hairs on the back of my neck are standing to attention.
We meet up with the transport and riding behind, I keep checking my mirrors and surroundings more than usual and paying close attention. The uneasy feeling grows the closer the transport gets to the pass off point. Still unable to put my finger on what could cause this feeling but I've learnt not to dismiss this as nothing.
We finally do the handover and start to make our way back. I thought that once the handover was done and nothing happened, this feeling would go away. But it hasn’t. What I notice however is Dog. Throughout the run, he has been getting twitcher and acting stranger than normal. He also isn’t staying in formation and has slowly been pulling away, dropping back away from us as a group.
As we get closer to home, the Bluetooth in my helmet signals a call. Answering, it’s a group call with Joker and Tank.
“Brothers, I do not have a good feeling. Keep your eyes peeled” Joker warns
Great, so I really am not the only one who is feeling it too.
“Same dude, feel as if shit is about to go sideways at any minute” I agree.
“Feel the same. Need to warn Wire and Dog too” Tank says
Joker ends the call with us.
I keep an eye on Dog as he’s moved over further. What in the fuck is this jackass doing?
My headset goes off again, this time Wire is on the call.
Joker lets us know Wire thinks Dog is acting strange.
“Yeah, I did notice. Been watching the fucker closely lately. Something aint right” I warn
Before anyone can say much more, a black van appears from nowhere and the unmistakeable sound of gunfire echos around us.
Not having a chance to react, a piecing pain erupts in my stomach, I feel the bike start slip underneath me as I fight to stay in control. I place a hand on my stomach where the pain is and come away with it covered in blood. Knowing I’ve been shot, I fight more to stay in control of the bike but its useless. I feel myself falling and crunch of metal on asphalt reverberates through my skull as it crashes onto the road before everything goes black.
A beeping noise wakes me. My body hurts all over. I try to remember why I would be in pain. Did I go a through rounds at a weekend party? The harder I try, the more I’m in pain. Trying to lift my hand, something pulls in my hand. Why can’t I move? Panic starts to swallow me up until I feel a soft hand on my head.
“Wrench, It’s okay. Take a breath. You’re okay” I recognise the voice as Carrie
