MC Presidents Broken Angel

Chapter3

***Piper***

Another long week in my wonderful life. Grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, I wrapped it in a towel, lay on the couch, and placed it on my ribs, hissing at the pressure. I'm pretty sure I got at least one broken rib, if not more.

This week had been a hell week. Peter had been on a rampage all week, and I had been on the receiving end of his frustrations.

I had heard him on the phone this morning about a shipment being messed up. He went off the deep end, throwing things across the kitchen. He stormed out, only to return a few hours later, still pissed off, and decided to aim that anger at me, as if I had something to do with it.

I know Peter is into illegal stuff; I have never been to his work, and I do not plan to anytime soon. He always goes in at ten in the morning. He sometimes leaves for a few days. He always has someone watch the house when he leaves. I have learned not to ask questions. I also know he's into some s**t cause when I clean up after his friends, I find the remnants of their nightly gatherings. This last time, I found some match booklets from some place called Fireballs. It had one of those naked girls on the cover. I just tossed it in the drawer.

Letting out a sigh as the pain seems to lessen with the ice on it, I know Peter won't be back for the rest of the night. When he is this angry, he stays out all night. I'm not arguing. It gives me a chance to rest and give my body a break.

I really need to get away from him. I don't know how I would go about doing it. I have nowhere to go and no one to ask for help. I can't go to the police cause there is nothing they can do. It is my word against his, and who would believe a nobody like me anyway?

That and the fear of him finding me and what he would do to me to keep me right here.

God, I wish I had a family. Would they help me if I did have one? Would they stand up for me? Once again, I'm reminded of how alone I am in this world.

***Bear***

I flipped through the papers as I read over them. It's a Friday night, and I'm sitting in my office at the clubhouse, going over financial paperwork for the strip clubs we own and the two garages. I also have the tattoo shop to go over yet. Groaning, I rubbed my temples.

What an exciting night for the president of a bunch of hard-core bikers.

I need to hire an accountant or at least someone savvy with numbers, cause this s**t gives me a headache.

My phone rang, pulling me out of my trance. Looking at it, I saw it was Bash, my VP.

"Yeah, Bash?"

"We have a problem down here at Fireballs. You need to get down here."

Not saying anything else, I was out of my office and heading out the front doors. Swinging my leg over my bike, I took off.

"What the hell?" I said when I pulled up. There were a dozen cop cars and ambulances in the parking lot. Jumping off my bike, I made my way inside and saw Bash standing there.

"Bash! What the hell is going on?" He turned to look at me.

The cop he was talking to also turned to look at me.

"Are you Remington Renegade?" he asked. I was to groan hearing my full name.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, Mr. Renegade, you have two dead bodies and one on its way to the hospital as we speak." He looked at me like I should have known that.

I looked over at Bash with raised brows.

"What the hell happened?" I gritted my teeth.

"Bear," I heard someone call me. Turning, I saw the chief walking toward us. He stopped next to the officer who had been talking to me.

"I got this, Officer Mallory," he said. The officer nodded, then walked off, but not before glaring at me.

"Chief. Want to explain what's going on here?"

"You are not going to like it, Bear, but two people overdosed, and one is fighting for his life."

"Overdosed? On what?"

"It's a new drug. This is the fourth OD in the last week. They are calling it Power Ball. We are still trying to work out what's all in it. We've only had one person survive it, and hopefully, this one tonight makes it."

"Chief, I do not sell drugs in my clubs. We don't have a hand in any of that."

We may be an MC and have strip clubs and things, but we are legitimate. Sure, we may provide some security for some big shots running guns, but not drugs.

"I know this, Bear, and so do my men. I'm looking into it, trying to find who is selling it and how it's getting around."

"I will put some of my guys on it as well."

"Now, Bear, don't go getting into trouble. Let me handle this."

"Chief, no disrespect, but those fuckers came into my place and handed that s**t out. I'm not going to sit back and let that slide."

Letting out a sigh, he said, "Alright, Bear, but if you find anything, you come to me. Understand?"

"Sure thing, Chief."

He gave me one more look before walking off. I turned to Bash.

"Spill." That's all I said to him.

"One of the strippers overheard some guy talking about getting this new s**t and giving it a try. When her time was up, she moved along. She came to find me to tell me what she heard. By the time I found them, they were on the floor, choking and foaming at the mouth. But I did find this."

He held up a small bag with what looked like a small white pill in it.

"We need to get that checked out. We also need to get guys out there on the streets. I want this person found quickly. They screwed up coming in with that shit."

"I'm already on it. I have some prospects out now, hitting the area; I also called to have this checked out. I was about to head out to meet him, but got stopped by super cop over there."

"Go. I will handle this from here. Let me know what comes out of that." I pointed to the bag in his hand.

With a nod, he left.

I went over to my manager, Devon. "Let the girls and other workers go home. They don't need to be here. I want to speak to the one who was with those guys, though."

"That would be Destiny. I will find her and inform the others that they can leave."

I looked around as cops had people off to the sides, asking questions; the section was taped off. Dam, this is going to put a dent in the funding for tonight; that, and the workers lose money by having to close down early.

Everyone knows we don't play with drugs; you don't bring them into my clubs. The whole town knows this. They know how we roll and what we will do to a shithead who crosses us. This person must be stupid or brave to walk into my club and dish out his s**t.