“Anyway, go get Ivan, and for fuck's sake, make sure he’s wearing clothes,” Tyson said to Jackson telepathically, shivering at the thought of ever seeing Ivan naked again.
Several minutes passed before Jackson returned with Ivan, the only original member of DLMC.
“You through playing, or did we interrupt?” Tyson asked Ivan while handing him a shot of whiskey.
“Wasn’t done, but she ain’t goin nowhere,” Ivan said, patting his side that usually held a pair of handcuffs. “When’s my other plaything getting here?” he asked Tyson, who was shaking his head. “And why the fuck does it smell like pussy in here?”
“Don’t worry about that, old man. You stick to the pussy you have in your room.”
“The other should be on its way,” Tyson said, sliding the bottle across the desk toward Ivan. “That’s not the fuckin’ reason we needed you, anyway, forget about your dick for a minute, can ya?” Tyson looked at Ivan, wondering where an old tiger like him got all that energy.
“Well, what is it, boy? I got things to take care of,” he asked, grabbing his crotch.
“That’s fucking disgusting, man,” Snoop said from the back of the room.
“When did you sneak in, brother?” Greaser asked in utter amazement.
“He’s been here a little while,” Camo said from the shadows.
“Are y’all trying to kill me?” Greaser asked.
“Anyway, quit trying to kill Greaser. Einstein repeat what you just said so the latecomers can hear,” ordered Tyson.
“Man, we fuckin’ lost two gun shipments and fifty kilos of china white, but that ain’t the worst fuckin’ part man. They killed a patched member and two prospects; it was a fuckin’ ambush, brothers,” Einstein stated.
“Now that everybody’s been caught up, I’m putting Ivan in charge of the operation that is about to commence,” Tyson said, looking at Ivan and winking. “Brother, it’s your turn to speak.”
“I’m gonna need a few volunteers that don’t mind getting their fuckin’ little sissy hands dirty, ‘cause I’m too fuckin old to go,” Ivan said, looking at the room full of his brothers. “I will still be overseeing this because you guys are still too fuckin’ wet behind the ears to pull this off alone,” said Ivan. “Now don’t worry your pretty little heads off, you’ll have communication with me at the predetermined stops along the way.” Standing up, he grabbed the whiskey bottle, chugged what was left and said, “Volunteers meet me out back in the shed.”
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Eight
Most of the members had never been out back in the shed, because it was another of Ivan’s secrets. There were talks about what the shed contained but no one really knew until today.
Ivan stood at the doors of the shed like a proud parent while he waited for the crew to assemble. Once everyone that was going to show up was there, he began the tour with a speech reminiscing about the old ways and why they should still be used. Opening the doors, the men that volunteered were shocked because everyone thought it was a sex room. The smell of old blood and rotted flesh wafting out toward them changed that perspective almost instantaneously. It was a torture chamber complete with iron shackles hanging from the walls, an iron maiden, the rack, knives of all sizes, a large metal cage, an electrocutioner’s chair, long wooden beams, and anything else that you could use to torture, maim, or kill someone.
“Boys, welcome to the funhouse,” said Ivan opening his arms and inviting them in like a circus ring master would. “When you get back from this run I will show you how to use some of my favorite toys.”
“Dude, we all thought this was like a fuckin’ red room or something, not some ancient torture, horror thing,” Buzz said looking at his friend in a slightly different light now. “We thought they called you Ivan the Terrible because of the way you treated women, not something this far out in left field.”
“This was just for my amusement once I was the only Original left, but desperate fucking times call for desperate fucking measures,” said Ivan. “When you guys get back with the cargo you’re going to pick up you’ll bring it straight here. We will lay out your route, all your stops on the way down and back. Do not veer from this route or make any extra stops without contacting me first. Only one of you will have a burner phone, you will destroy the first one when you get there and turn on the second only after the first is gone. Three of you will be taking a vehicle that we give you; the rest will be on your bikes. This mission is to be carried out fast and hard, if you don’t have to shift don’t, we don’t need any extra fucking attention,” said Ivan walking in the shed and running his fingers along some of the rusty blades hanging on the wall. ‘I’ll get everything ready here,” he said grinning from ear to ear and laughing an evil laugh no one had ever heard cross his lips.
“What are we picking up down there, that we’re gonna need all this medieval torture shit for anyway?” asked one of the younger patched members standing in the back.
“It’s not a what, it’s a who,” Ivan said still chuckling under his breath. “I mean if you’re not too much of a fuckin’ pussy.”
“I ain’t no fuckin’ pussy, man.”
“Then quit fuckin acting like one, shit head, and listen,” said Ivan. “Does any other motherfucker here have a problem with what is about to go down?” The men that showed up for the mission were completely silent. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought, this job
