I still work, splitting my time between home and the club so neither suffers. My brothers mean no less to me now, it’s as though my heart’s been augmented. There’s space for both.
Currently it’s club business which absorbs me. I’m seated in church listening avidly to the update Prez is giving. Today we’re finding out if handing Devon over alive was worth it.
“Utah wants to remain under the radar, so they’re working with Devil’s team—Sean and Nessa Cooper in particular—and passing the info to the feds that way. The feds have launched an intensive national operation to raid the homes of the users who downloaded the content, and having passed the information on to Interpol, similar operations are continuing in other countries.
“Christ, that must be a shit ton of work. How many fucking feds are involved in this?” Bones asks, after sniffing and rubbing his nose.
“Enough to take the heat away from RICO investigations against MCs I would hope,” Pennywise states.
“From your mouth to God’s ears.” Salem grins broadly.
I agree with the sentiment but sincerely doubt any great man upstairs would be listening in. If he is, he may want to cover his ears.
“What about the people who maintain the site?” Token leans forward, clasping his hands on the table.
Prez nods at Blaze. “They were the first people arrested. Feds stepped in and continued maintaining the site until such time as they rounded up what they could of the subscribers.”
“And Devon?” I ask.
“Sung like a fuckin’ bird according to all accounts. He’s in protective custody now.”
But he won’t be forever, and I think Swift will make good on her word. I remember how coldly she’d told me, child abusers don’t last long inside.
“So, to my mind, all’s good,” Prez sums up. He raises his eyes and looks around the table. “I think us working with Utah has borne results. It’s shown what can be achieved when we all pull together and work to each other’s strengths.”
He won’t get any objection from me. It was down to Utah that Alicia’s future is now secured, with no porn video waiting in the wings to come back and bite her.
“They’re certainly less secretive now,” the VP observes. “And, what’s more, Snatcher passed on his thanks for our involvement. Seems we’ve cultivated some mutual respect.”
“Drummer’s well pleased,” Prez agrees. “And there are doubts that Utah is shielding Stormy now. Maybe he really is dead or out of the country.”
I tend to agree. If Swift knew where the man was, she’d make sure he took his punishment. That man’s a darn coward for running, and she’ll have no time for such men.
“They still looking for him?” I ask.
“According to Snatcher, yes. But as he said, they can’t focus on finding a man who doesn’t want to be found, not when there’s other important business to conduct. I tend to agree with him, and so does Drummer.”
“But we’ll all be keeping our eyes out?”
Prez raises his chin. “Of fuckin’ course.” He rubs at his forehead. “It might be out of our hands now. Drummer’s going to be speaking to the Wretched Soulz as soon as Snatcher declares him out bad.”
If he crosses the dominant’s path, they’re not going to buy him a beer. But the man brought it on himself by disappearing. Briefly the table goes quiet.
“Prez?” Salem waggles his hand and breaks the silence. “I’d like to propose something.” He pauses, then shakes his head. “Hate to admit it but Swift’s one in a million. I reckon there’s a lot I could learn from her. I was wondering if she could run a course on interrogation techniques. It’s possible other enforcers will be interested.”
The table erupts in laughter.
“Run a fuckin’ course? You’ll be wanting to take health and safety next, Brother,” Snips chuckles.
“Sounds like the Satan’s Devils are trying to join a corporate world. Perhaps we should think about what fuckin’ courses we could run?”
“Bondage, courtesy of Kink.” Scribe answers Brakes with a smirk.
“Pole dancing from the VP’s woman.” This is from Token.
Dart sits forward and growls, “I’ll bleach your fuckin’ eyes if you’ve been ogling my ol’ lady, asshole.”
While Bones shakes his head, he says “Swift doesn’t need any lessons from her. Did you catch sight of her on that fuckin’ pole?”
“Sure did,” Deuce confirms, grinning widely. “It was then I stopped wondering what Road saw in her.” He gives a soft whistle and makes an immature pumping gesture with his hand.
“She’d break off your fuckin’ dick.” Reboot rolls his eyes.
“Getting back to Salem’s suggestion…” Niran’s voice is serious. “I think it’s a great idea, and I’m sure there are other suggestions she can pass on to the enforcers. Hell, that woman hasn’t just read about them, she’s fuckin’ lived them.”
“I agree,” Lost says. “I’ll speak to Drummer about it.”
“Like anyone would want to learn from a woman.” Snips eyes have opened wide.
“Were you not fuckin’ there?” His eyes might be wide, but mine are rolling. “I admit I was one to reserve judgement until I met her, but from what I could see, I have no problem riding with her as I would any brother.”
“Me neither.” Salem backs me up. “And if anyone else wants to call me a pussy for wanting to learn from her, I’ll see them in the ring after this meeting. Starting with you, Snips.”
Snips raises his hands, palms forward. “Hey, I was just making an observation. Didn’t mean anything by it. I can’t afford to lose more teeth.” He smiles a goofy smile, showing he’s making a good point and also demonstrating that two weeks back, we knocked him out and dragged him to the dentist. The offending tooth couldn’t be saved and had to be removed. Strangely, he’s not thanked us for it, though his pain level has decreased.
Salem snorts. “I’ll leave your teeth alone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have other targets.”
“That’s no fun, Brother. We already know
