He raised a hand in defense, “No, I’m saying that this shit is a lot, and you should have some backup.”
“Fuck that, I don’t want some hot-headed fuck riding beside me when I got club business to handle.”
Wire sat up straighter in his chair and glared right back at me, “I know you still may be fucking unaware that there was a regime change,” He banged a fist against his chest, “ but I am the fucking president of this club. You challenging that, motherfucker?”
I had been treasurer of this club for the past fifteen years and one of its first generation members. Alex had been the president for a decade and was the one I was used to taking orders from. Wire was a good man and a good leader but it was going to take me a while to really see him as my president.
“No, no challenge here.”
“Good because it wasn’t a suggestion, you take someone with you the next time you go to pick up.” He let the rage ease in his voice. “Besides, this is a lot of cash to be trying to haul by yourself. It’s a lot for anyone.”
I nodded, I wasn’t going to fight him about it. He gave his orders and I would follow them. “So when are we going to get Archer on the jack? We need to figure out the details on this shit and quick. I don’t see us going bankrupt anytime soon.”
“Nah, brother, I think this needs to be a face to face talk. Looks like we’re going for a ride.” He smirked and sat back in his chair.
“Shit yeah! NOLA here we fucking come.” For once something I could look forward to. Nothing but me, my brothers and my bitch on the open road.
Chapter 3
“I’m telling you, she tried to bite my fucking tongue off.” Ripper’s voice echoed in my ears. I loved taking long road trips but I hated the conversations that usually accompanied them. Ripper and Clean had been talking for the last three miles about some chick who was literally crazy in the sack. It wasn’t a conversation I really wanted to be a part of, but thanks to the new helmet mic systems that Wire demand we all get I didn’t have a choice.
“You are a fucking liar, Rip, Nutty would never. You probably just don’t know what to do with her.” Clean responded.
“Fuck that, you don’t know, you been stuck up Maven’s twat for so long you don’t know what anyone else is going through.”
“Aw, you jealous? Don’t worry I’ll let her know you been thinking about her pussy, I’m sure she has a blade just for you.”
Ripper revved his bike just a little, cutting me off to get next to Clean. “You’re joking right?”
Clean laughed and tried to pull off.
“Nah, brother, this isn’t a joke. Maven will fucking cut me, don’t tell her that shit!”
Ripper was probably the biggest softie that I had ever seen in my life. We called him Ripper because he liked to wear those oversized hoodie sweaters, in black of course, with the hood low on his face. I didn’t know what the hell his face looked like until our third meeting with him.
That was enough for me. I reached up and unhooked my Bluetooth from my helmet, I’d heard all I wanted to hear. They were disturbing my peace. The entire Wings of Diablo crew was on the road. Even Prez made his way back to town to ride out with us. We were all going down to New Orleans to see what Archer had put together. Wings of Diablo are going into the casino business.
I leaned back on my bike as much as possible, we had just stopped at the last rest stop but my body was revolting against the long journey. I loved to take road trips but they were getting harder and harder on me. I didn’t want to admit that I was getting old but my body was doing its best to remind me. I shook out my arms, one at a time to make sure that I stayed in line with the rest of the crew, I was bringing up the rear but I didn’t want to fall too far behind.
“What the fuck.” I stretched out my neck moving it from side to side, my head was killing me. I had spent way too long listening to Clean and Ripper talking about nonsense, now I was getting a migraine. I tried to relax, but no matter what I did this headache seemed to become more intense. I looked up to the next group in line, it was Ripper and Clean. They were further ahead of me then I would have liked. The two of them using animated hand motions as they talked to each other with only one hand on the bike handles, both of them just like everyone else in the crew were master riders.
I let my hand fall down again and shook out the cramps. The vibration through my bike was making my arms hurt, it felt like someone was squeezing my arm and my chest. I felt something drop off my face and when I brought my hand up to see what it was, I could feel the sweat dripping off my face.
“What the shit is this?” I took in a deep breath and all of a sudden I couldn’t catch my breath and the pain in my arm was becoming more intense. I’d never in my life felt like this before. “Clean,” I spoke into the mic and waited for him to respond. The road was starting to sway in front of me. I
