“No!” I yelled, then I took a deep breath in and backed up a pace. I didn’t come here to fight him. “No, I know it’s not possible. I know in the back of everyone’s head you are all going to be thinking that I am one push from falling off the deep end. I accept all that shit, all I am asking for is the chance to prove to you and the rest of the brothers that I still got your back like I always have. I lost my way. I didn’t listen. I’m still trying to find my fucking way back but I am a Wing down to my soul. I have to try my hardest to help, no matter what capacity.”
He stared at me for a few seconds. “I can’t give up the patch, and I won’t strip Clean.”
“I don’t need a patch, hell I don’t even deserve a kutte after what I did. When you ready, and on your word alone, I am by your side.”
I folded my arms over my chest and looked back to where Wire was sitting, “You look good in that seat, like it was made for you.”
“It wasn’t, I hate this shit, I know why you went fucking crazy. Sometimes it feels like no matter what I decide to do, some shit is going to come and bite us in the ass.”
“It feels like that forever, get used to it.” I turned to walk away. I wasn’t a patched member and I sure as fuck shouldn’t be in church.
“Who’s the broad?”
My eye twitched slightly, I didn’t like him talking about Mikki like that. I have no idea when I became so protective of her but that is exactly what I was.
“She ain’t a broad. Her name is Mikki, the other one is Vida her little sister, and the littlest one is Angel, her ward.”
“Ward, how the hell did she get a ward?”
Before I could answer, Wire’s jack started to go off.
“Speak.” his typical response. I could tell just from the way his face fell that it wasn’t a social call. Some shit was going down.
“Fucking hell!” Wire stood up and brought his hand down on the table. I wanted to ask him what the problem was, I wanted to move, I wanted action but I would wait. If he wanted me to know he would tell me.
“Ink, Clean and Danny are pinned down by the cliffs. Some of Vilanuevas men were tailing them, we can’t lose this fucking shipment.”
“Arms or Drugs.” Part of me wanted him to say drugs, I hadn’t had a hit of Oxy in weeks and even though I had stayed clean it didn’t mean that every single fucking day I didn’t have to stop myself from walking to the corner and scoring.
“Arms. We are still doing our transport across the town lines. It’s our only income right now besides the strip club.”
Strip Club? When did we get a fucking strip club?
“Heard. What do you need?”
“I need bodies I can trust to follow orders.”
“I’m here Wire, use me.”
He grabbed my arm before I could walk out, “If you go against me on one fucking order I’ll put a bullet in your head myself. You got it?”
“Crystal clear.”
I walked out and rushed up to where Mikki and the girls were. Keeley and the other wives were able to work out two rooms for us so Vida and Angel could have their own space and Mikki and I could have our own space as well. “Listen, I got to go, I’ll be back.”
I could see the fear starting to bloom on her face, I didn’t have time to reassure her. I grabbed her hand and placed it over my heart. “I’ll be back, it will be fine.”
She relaxed and kissed me softly on the lips before turning back to what she was doing. Not one question asked, just trust.
I ran downstairs, no weapon, no kutte, no ride nothing. Just waiting in line for my next set of directives from Wire. Mack, Vale, Storm and Wire all came out the back room.
“Fuck out of here, you want us to go into a fight with this fucking psycho?” Vale said as he saw me waiting for them. I glared straight at him. I would respect Wire, but the new recruits I’d kick straight in the fucking face.
“Did I ask for your opinion? I say he rides with us, then he fucking rides with us.” They all shut up and went out to the bikes.
Mack gave me a long glare but didn’t say a word to me, just nodded once and made his way out to the bikes.
“Get Mick’s keys, his bike is still in good shape. I take it for a ride every once in a while, it’ll do for now.” Wire pointed to the bar where Mick used to spend most of his time. I missed the old man.
I ran over and grabbed the keys.
“You carrying?”
“No.”
Wire pulled out a Smith and Wesson and handed it to me. “Make it fucking count.”
I followed them all to the bikes and for the first time in months, heard the rumble of a beast. I couldn’t help but smile. Mick’s baby wasn’t mine but I would get her out of storage soon enough. The moment was short lived as I fell into line next to Mack, Vale and Storm pulling up the rear and Wire, our leader in front.
Clean, Ink and Danny were in a fucked up position. They were literally between a rock and a hard place. They couldn’t move back or they would be off the cliff, on the side was nothing but rocks, and in front of them were six of Vilanuevas men. They were armed to the teeth and they didn’t look like they were going to give up anytime soon.
I only heard one round of pops
