Sharing Freedom

Chapter Six

Freedom just let herself go to the music, she had been nervous, but just like the girls told her. Don’t think, just dance. She did, and she moved seductively as she thought about what she was going to make for dinner. It was a trick they taught her—remain detached. They offered her a joint and she had turned it down, now she was wondering if that was completely wise.

“Hey, c^nt,” one of the men yelled at her. Freedom ignored him and kept dancing. She had already done three cycles around the stage.

“Hey, c^nt, you hear me…get your ass over here,” the same man called and waved money at her. She had never seen them before and she just ignored him.

“You hear me, c^nt, get over here,” the man yelled, and Freedom waited for Rock to show up. He said he would be watching out for her.

Then she felt someone’s hand on her leg and she looked down. The guy obviously was from the same group as the other one since he wore the same jacket. He was Hispanic she could tell because of his accent, as well as his dark skin. And he had a tattoo next to his eye that looked like a mole from where she was standing, and was short and stocky, nothing compared to the Warriors though. The only problem she could see was he had a knife, she opened her mouth to scream.

“w***e, get your ass down here, we own you. Took us too long to find your skanky ass, you are going to be only spreading those legs for Ds. Old man said you ran away,” the man yelled, and she paused. s**t, they were from the gang her father owed money.

Then they were there. The Warriors were around her. Poke grabbed the man who had a hold of her leg and turned him around. She saw him throw the guy against the wall. Easy just reached up and plucked her off the table and carried her into the back while Creed and the others took care of the situation.

Easy didn’t know what the f^ck was going on, but when he had seen the asshole grab Freedom’s leg and the flash of the knife he almost lost it. Poke had seen the same thing and both men had moved before any of the other Warriors had even noticed. No one came into their club with f^cking weapons. The bouncers should have f^cking checked them.

They threw men to the side as they fought to get to Freedom, f^cking drunk bastards were in their way. Creed had been the next to notice and both men heard their leader yell for the Warriors to help. It only took them a second to get to her, but it was too long in Easy’s opinion. The terrified look on Freedom’s face let him know that.

He heard the words the man had yelled, about owning her. What the hell had they been thinking inviting the Diablos to Bitches? They hadn't thought about her father owing the Diablos or them recognizing her. Nope they only thought of taking care of their own s**t. Damn if anyone owned her ass, it belonged to the Warriors now. Since the Diablos now know she is here, they are going to have to keep a closer watch. He would speak to Creed about moving her into the clubhouse and out of Bob's apartment.

“We knew they were coming, sorry, none of us knew they actually were aware you were here?” Easy said with a hard tone.

She looked up at him with horror-filled eyes and shook her head, “Shit.”

“Yeah, well we will take care of it, babe. Club whores who start s**t generally are more trouble than they are worth around here. Here, put this on,” Easy growled and threw her a t-shirt that was laying on the bar.

“Me? Club w***e? How f^cking tacky! I am a probate, you said so,” Freedom yelled. “And I started s**t?” she continued and poked him in the chest. “f^ck you, Easy, I was just dancing. I didn’t notice them.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Easy said.

“Yeah well f^ck you, Easy, I don't want to hear you explain anything. I know how you and Poke feel about me. f^ck with someone else and keep ignoring me as you have been. I am learning to like it that way,” Freedom said and folded her arms across her chest and sat down. She was getting tired of how they treated her. Enough was enough, time to move on and kick them out of her dreams.

Before Easy could say anything else, Shady and the other girls came into the room and looked at them. Easy shrugged, went and stood by the door while the girls came over.

“Hey, Free,” Shady said.

“Damn it,” Freedom said warily.

“Yeah,” Shady frowned and looked at her intently.

“What are you doing in here?” Freedom asked.

“Creed sent us back, told us to stay out of it until they sorted s**t out.” Shady shrugged.

Freedom looked at the girls in the room. Candy and the other club whores were relaxing on the furniture like they lived there while the Bitches looked like they wanted to go and kick some ass. Rain and Trick were arguing with Easy about that from what she could tell.

The music in the bar played loudly, but they could still hear the fighting going on. Freedom bit her lip and wondered what she was going to do if they kicked her out.

“That snatch is mine,” the apparent leader of the Diablos group yelled at Creed who was standing with his arms folded not seeming to feel threatened. They had gotten things under control pretty quickly, dragging the bangers up to the second level of the club so they had no witnesses. Poke had one man shoved up against a wall and was beating him senseless for calling him a p***y on the way up.

“That b***h is one of my dancers, and a b***h in my MC,” Creed growled. “Your f^cking leader needs to get a clue.”

“f^ck that, her dumbass old man f^cking owed us first. This hood belongs to us now. Rap will take care of this s**t, you old men don’t know a thing about s**t,” the man yelled.

“You come into my club, start a bunch of s**t over a b***h in heat, and now are yelling at me about who was first, calling me f^cking old man. Boy, my mother could f^cking take your sorry ass. f^ck head, we are not in grade school. Besides, you owe me money anyway,” Creed said threateningly.

“I don’t owe you jack s**t. Ds are taking over this place,” the man yelled.

“Not happening, s**t for brains, let me tell you how this is gonna go, you are gonna run back to whoever it is that calls the shots and tell them the Warriors don’t put up with no s**t, then you are gonna go to these other boys houses and tell their mamas they ain’t coming home. That is the price you are gonna pay for dealing in my town, every time I see one of you little roaches, they get sprayed,” Creed growled.

“You are gonna die for this,” the man sneered.

“Really? I'll get my arrangements made then, but until then, crawl back under your f^cking rock and get out of my town,” Creed laughed. When he saw the man finally understand exactly what he was talking about, he leaned closer. “Don’t f^ck with me, pissant.”

“My man ain’t gonna take your s**t,” the man yelled, and his little friends tried to back him up by closing in behind him. They were stupider than Creed thought, he just said he was gonna kill them and they still stood in front of him, asshats.

“Well go tell your man he doesn’t have a f^cking choice. You f^ck on Warrior land we f^ck you bad,” Creed said. “Go run home to your mama, boy, feel lucky you aren’t one of them,” Creed said and pointed to the other bangers who were just now understanding their problem.

The young gangbanger looked for a second and then stepped up to Creed. “f^ck you, this isn’t over. Take one out, ten replace him.”

“Oh, it’s over, f^ckwad, go cry on your mama’s tit,” Creed said and stepped up to the young man and towered over him looking fierce. “Texas, show him the f^ck out, after he gets to watch what happens to his little bitches here, then make sure he tells them what we want him to,” Creed barked to the Prospect that was standing closest to him. With a short nod, he grabbed the man and pulled him to the door. The other Prospects knew they were to help clean up the mess of bodies.

“Now,” Creed said and stepped around the line of seven young gangbangers who were just waiting to fight their way out of the room. “You little bitches are gonna tell me exactly what I want to know.”

They made noises of laughter and shifted like they were getting ready to fight when Creed nodded, and the door opened, and Pill, Poke, Magnum, Rock, Fork, Shark, and Blade stepped in the room. The little shits shook their heads and laughed pointing at the large men.

“You old f^ckers have no idea what you are dealing with. You think we are scared of a beat down? f^ck you, we know how to take a f^cking punch. Beat us all you like, but it won’t change the s**t storm that is coming your way,” the Latino boy said.

Creed and the men didn’t say a word, they stood there staring. One of the Prospects walked in carrying a plastic sheet, and when the idiots finally understood they might not be walking out of the room, they turned to see Creed and all the men with their guns drawn.

“On your knees, ladies, and let’s see if you can help us come to a decision about how you are leaving here,” Creed said grimly.

More Prospects came into the room and with a little convincing, the bangers were on their knees on the plastic.

Creed laughed and went to the first man on the floor and pointed his gun at his head. “Tell me your leader's name, where he is, and why he wants Freedom so badly.”

“Yo, asshole, we not tellin' you a f^cking thing,” the i***t said.

“Just as well,” Creed shrugged and nodded. The idiots were never gonna walk out of the room anyway, and behind the small window in the room, their friend was getting a lesson from Kink and Raven while being forced to watch his buddies being slain so he could take the message back to their leader—don’t f^ck with the Warriors.

The men stepped up with their weapons and pointed them at the idiots kneeled before them. The man Creed had pissed himself when he heard Creed c**k his revolver.

“I will give you one more chance, boy,” Creed said stonily.

“f^ck you.” The man laughed.

“Wait,” one of the men said. Creed raised an eyebrow at him but never let his gun fall.

“Her old man told the boss the chick was payment for money he owed, he also said that if she dies there is a life insurance policy out that will pay him big money. The boss is the beneficiary now,” the man cried.

“Thanks,” Creed said and nodded.

The sounds in the room changed to metal clicking as triggers were pulled and the distinct sound of bullets as they hit their fleshy marks. In unison seven bodies hit the plastic covered floor with a bullet hole through each head.

“Put them to rest in the graveyard, send them a f^cking message,” Creed growled and turned around.

Pill, Rock, and Magnum nodded and picked up the phone; they were going to need more hands to carry the bodies. While the others followed Creed out of the room, they needed to make sure the little s**t who was going back alive would remember the message.

“Get her in my office now,” Creed barked to Magnum who nodded and walked to the back of the club.