Breaking the Biker

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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AFTER I CALLED THE meeting to order the following afternoon we went through our financials and then got down to the discussion of prospects. Because of his reputation with women, we voted in Taylor Adams, A.K.A. “Tail”, as a new member, and then brought him into the meeting to present him with his new cut.

“Thanks, Prez, And you guys, too,” he said, glancing around the table. “I’m honored and humbled to be admitted into your club. This means a lot.”

“You’ve proved yourself worthy over the past few months, and personally, I knew Slammer wanted you in, brother. We all did,” I said. “It was a unanimous vote.”

His face was full of emotion. “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t,” I replied, and then looked around the table. There were eleven of us now, and two prospects that had been picked up over the course of four months. I’d made Raptor my Vice President, Horse was now the Road Captain, and Hoss was the Sergeant-At-Arms. Chopper was still my Intelligence Officer, and Buck was the Treasurer and Secretary. “We’ve got a strong and loyal family. Which brings me to the next thing on the agenda.”

Tail put the cut on quickly and sat down next to Horse.

“I spoke to Bastard and he knows whose van it was that dropped off Slammer’s killer,” I said, feeling my blood begin to boil again. “A man named Cole Johnson. Apparently, he’s a prospect for the Devil’s Rangers, the Davenport Chapter.”

“No surprise there,” said Raptor, rubbing a hand over his face. “I say we go find the piece of s**t right now.”

“No s**t,” I answered.

“What’s with the girl?” asked Horse. “I mean, why’d they get a f*****g woman to do it?”

“I’m not really sure,” I said. “Maybe because they’re a bunch of cowardly assholes who know we don’t go after women for club retaliation.”

“Someone’s obviously gotta pay,” said Hoss. “So, are we going after Cole?”

“We’re going to the top,” I said. “We get our hands on the girl or Cole, at the very least, and make them talk. Then we take out the one who ordered the hit. I’m sure it was their president or someone higher up.”

“Are we limited with what we can do to make that happen?” asked Hoss, tracing circles on the table.

“You talking t*****e?” I asked with a smirk. I loved Hoss, but he did have a dark side to him that was questionable.

He shrugged. “I’m talking about making it unpleasant for them. Yes.”

Some of the guys laughed.

“As far as Cole goes, I don’t f*****g care. You use whatever methods necessary. He’s free game. And s**t, I know that we can’t kill the girl, but you do what you need to in order to make her talk, if you find out who she is.”

“Frankly, I’m shocked that we’re not allowed to kill the woman who took out your old man,” said Hoss. “That’s a kick to the balls, if you ask me. The b***h deserves to die.”

“I know,” I said, wanting to spill her blood, too. “But the Gold Vipers do not kill women, unless... you’re standing at the end of their g*n barrel, and it’s kill or be killed.”

“That can be arranged,” said Hoss, smirking. “Hers might not be loaded, but I’d be happy to hand a g*n to her.”

“No,” said Raptor. “As much as we’d all like to make this girl pay for Slammer’s death, we have to play by the rules. The hit was obviously ordered because of the war that keeps escalating. All I can say is that those f*****g cowards have sunk to a new low by using women for their dirty work.”

“No s**t,” said Chopper.

“Someone will pay, and again... it needs to be the person who actually made the call,” I emphasized.

“Obviously, it was someone close to Reaper,” said Raptor.

“That’s what I’m thinking, but we’ll get our hands on the shooter so she can confirm it,” I said, my palms itching to do it myself.

“What if she refuses to talk?” asked Tail.

“Believe me,” I said, smiling coldly. “That b***h won’t be in the position to refuse anything. Now, this is how it’s going to be – Raptor and Hoss, you bring me Cole Johnson, alive.”

“You said he’s with the Davenport charter?” asked Hoss.

“That’s what I’ve been told,” I said.

“We’ll find him,” said Raptor. “In fact, we’ll leave here right after the meeting.”

“Good. Then, let’s wrap this up because I’m finished here. Does anyone else have any other business they need to bring to the table?” I asked, looking around.

Nobody did.

The thought suddenly occurred to me that we didn’t vote on actually killing the person who ordered the hit on Slammer. I could feel the unspoken agreement around the room, however. We all wanted justice, and this time, it meant death.

“Meeting adjourned,” I said, hitting the table with the gavel.