Page 11 of Havoc
Chapter Four
Rock
“She's blood, flesh, and bones
No tucks or silicone
She's touch smell sight, taste, and sound
But somehow I can't believe that anything should happen” –Tal Bachman
We all walk into the backroom and take our seats around the table. Pres is standing, so I know that some shit must have pissed him off. The guys who were starting to sell in our territory have started getting more aggressive and trying to screw up our runs. We all knew church was going to be about how to deal with them.
Once the door closes his voice fills the room. “Motherfuckers tried to hit us again!” A loud bang sounds as his fist hits the table. “Whip and Torch barely made it out of that shit with the cash. Last time they went for the shipment we were carrying. This isn’t about one thing or another. These assholes just want to fuck with our shit.”
His eyes scan the room, almost stopping on each one of us. “Find. These. Fucking. Assholes. Now.” His chest heaves with labored breaths. “We change routes until we catch them. Double the brothers going out on runs. No one rides alone until these fuckers are six feet under. Torch has your assignments, watch your backs. We aren’t on mandatory lockdown, but I suggest you get the people you care about squared away.”
The gavel bangs, but unlike with most of the other meetings, no one moves. This went from a minor annoyance to a legitimate threat.
I walk up to Torch knowing with everything brewing I need to speed something up that I’ve been putting off. “Rock, you have your normal runs, plus one more every other week.” He looks away like that’s all I was coming to him for.
“Yea, I know this isn’t the best time. I’m claiming Chrissy.”
His head snaps up. “Shit, it may not be the best time but it’s about damn time. I’ll let Pres know. We already had a party in the works so you can announce it to the club tonight.” He claps me on the back and walks out of the room.
It is about damn time.
I can’t help but laugh knowing how pissed Chrissy will be. She’s used to dealing with boys who let her run the show. The difference now is that I’m a man and there is no way I’m letting her go.
I find Tracker in the common area at the bar. “I just claimed Chrissy.”
“No shit.” His head turns toward me. “She know that?”
“She will tonight at our party.”
Izzy, one of the old ladies, walks up to us. “So, she has no idea you just tied her to the club?”
I look over at her. I don’t know Izzy too well. She’s Pres’s sister and Lady’s old lady. “Nope, been a long time coming though.”
“Holy shit. I can’t wait to see this.” She turns away from us. “Hey, Nikki!” Nikki is Pres’s old lady. “Make sure you make plenty of popcorn tonight girl, there’s gonna be a show.”
“Don’t go startin’ trouble.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk. Don’t worry, though. I’ll just sit back, watch, and enjoy.” She gives me a wink before heading over to some of the other brothers.
“I need Megan to make sure she’s here.”
Tracker nods. “I’ll have her take care of it. You may want to wear a cup tonight, brother.”
***
Megan got Chrissy to agree to come, even though I’m pretty sure she told her I was on a run. Club parties can get pretty wild and in the past, I’ve told Megan not to tell Chrissy about them. Which makes tonight pretty damn funny.
The brothers have all heard about me claiming her, so now we have a party to celebrate it. A part of me can’t wait to let everyone knows she’s mine, and the other part is excited to see her get all pissed off.
I never thought I’d find a girl that I liked enough to claim. We take this shit serious, so you better know what you’re doing if you’re gonna put a patch on a girl. You can’t change your mind down the line and take it back.
Tonight, when she walks in, it will be the start of a whole new life.
