Brother's of Vengence

The funeral was quick and the ashes a sullen grey. The day went by quite normally as one would expect an biker funeral to go. It was a cremation memorial service the urn as beauitful as his mother in her black knee lengther dress with a hat and black veil over her face holding an black umbrella to stay out of the small drops of rain that seemed to fall. He felt numb from the cold and icy stares of the other mcs who showed to give respect. He gave them ample opportunity to try and disrespect his colors a fight would be welcomed right now.  The rest of the family was there to his twin sisters Tyrani and Freia were wearing similar dresses in black. Nicklaus was wearing a red dress shirt and black slacks under his cut as were the rest of the DVV.  Gus sighed and wondered how he was supposed to take over his fathers and grandfathers dynasty. They had immigrated to the United States in 1940s. His grandfather was a standing member of the IRA and in America was a member of the NRA. Being a freedom fighter in Ireland became to dangerous for his family so they packed up and moved to California. Things weren't so easy back then as they were today . no cellphones to make sure everything was set up right or deliveries were dropped in a timely manner the bar was still standing thankfully. Wild fires were a common occurrence in California and they made a good DNA remover for hits. And the hits , oh there was their money pit. Oh the guns and booze and girls did fine on income but the hits is what made the vikings stand out. None of them made the money the hits did. The hits were done in secret his sisters nor his mother knew about them. Natasha knew though that is how she became her lawyer. She sat with his father when she was 16 and asked him to inflict justice that the jury got away with. Her r****t was her uncle and her family covered it up. His trial dismissed. And with all the hurt and anger a 16 year old girl could have she sought them out and with her last amount of cash a little under 200 dollars she asked them to murder her uncle.  Gus's father knew the trial he followed those types . her uncle was already club payed for a hit and this little girl sitting here shaking begging him to die made his death that much more important. Gus McCreedy watched Tasha lay a single red rose in the mound of white roses her black sun glasses hiding her tears her raven black hair spilled across her blood red dress that matched her Valentino shoes. His father saved her that night Gus was the same age she was when her uncle met a bear in the woods and it mauled him to death. Or so the newspaper said. They were now 27 and as he inherited a dynasty from his father she didn't know her loans were about to fully paid off and she would have to never worry about a thing ever again. His dad made sure his "adopted" daughter was taken care of. Legally she was just the clubs lawyer but blood isn't always there when water is.