“I f**ked up, and we’re all dealing with Frederick,” Curse said. “I don’t think this is anything other than a business relationship. We can’t control what a stepfather wants to do. This is being blown out of proportion.”
“He killed Ashley. She was a business partner to us,” Pussy said.
“She was also gathering information for us,” Devil said, speaking up. “Tiny, I’m telling you, man, trust me on this. We’re going to regret letting this lie if you don’t believe me.”
“You’ve not actually said anything,” Tiny said.
“He’s going to kill us all.” Devil’s words rang throughout the whole room.
“What?” Pussy asked, frowning. When did that conclusion get jumped to? Pussy liked living. He’d only just found Sasha, and he wasn’t going to die trying.
“Think about it. He starts here with Curse taking out that f**ker Dale. We’re doing the transport shit of his business, moving whatever he wants. Then, he just happens to come to Fort Wills. Butch’s past with him. This has got to have been planned, Tiny. Frederick Gonzalez is not looking to do business with two small MCs. We don’t have the manpower that he needs.” Devil was pacing the office. “Where he comes from we’re two little fish in a whole f**king ocean. He doesn’t want us. He wants the towns that link us all up in between.”
“Where are you going with this, boss?” Death asked.
“Frederick has a plan. He’s too intelligent not to have a plan. Think about it. What do you do when you can own part of a state?”
“You take out the competition and set up shop.” Tiny spoke up over the line.
“This has nothing to do with us. Frederick is gaining ground on our soil. He’s setting up shops, warehouses, distribution, girls, guns. You name it, he’s running it. All of us will be in his pocket. We’re expendable, and no one can do anything about it.”
“For all of those who feel a little slow, raise your hand and ask how he can do this?” Snake asked.
“He’s not running it. Frederick has a lot of little people, like us, to get caught. We’re expendable, and when he no longer needs us, he pops us off,” Pussy said. “He’s playing cat and mouse, only we’re the mouse and he’s the cat that’s hiding in the long grass out by the field waiting to catch us one by one.”
Devil nodded. “He’s got the means of putting us away for a long time. Our families are in danger, Tiny. We’ve got to come up with a plan to take this f**ker out. I’m sick and tired of waiting.”
“Alex has gone to Vegas. Ned’s fighters are being attacked, Devil. Whatever is happening, he’s going after Ned now as well.” Tiny sounded awful. “Fuck, this is getting complicated.”
“We’ll meet up, and we’ll talk it out,” Devil said.
“Yeah, I think we should come to you this time. Something is going on in Fort Wills. I don’t trust a meeting here. We’ll come to you, and we’ll talk then.” Tiny hung up the phone.
Frowning, Pussy saw Devil wasn’t expecting that.
“What’s that all about?” Pussy asked.
“I don’t know. Until further notice I want you all to stick to the clubhouse. All of us are staying around. I don’t want to risk one of us dying because I wasn’t cautious enough with you all,” Devil said, looking at each of them in turn.
They all nodded. As they made their way out of the office, Pussy stayed behind to speak to Devil.
“What’s the matter?” Devil asked, when they were both alone.
“I’m going to kill Homer when I next see him.”
Devil looked up at him. “Good.”
“You’re not going to argue with me. Tell me that I need to keep my shit together because of Gonzalez?” Pussy folded his arms. He knew Devil, had served with the Chaos Bleeds crew for a long time.
“No, I’m not.”
“Why?”
“Because Gonzalez never had any intention of keeping Ashley alive. I should have seen it. However, I was trying to make sure our club stayed alive long enough to deal with him. He’s upped the ante on our lives. I’m not going to allow him to take over our town, ruin my club, and hurt my woman. We’re going to fight back, if it’s the last thing I do for this club.”
Devil stared back at him.
“Are you going to take out Kenneth?”
“The f**ker threw a brick at my clubhouse, and it hit my woman. Kenneth’s on borrowed time. For the past few months we’ve been acting like a bunch of pussies facing off the school bully.” Devil took a deep breath and smiled. “I hate bullies. I’ve never liked them. It’s time for us to be grown ass men. We’re not sitting down and taking shit anymore. Frederick can go and f**k himself if he thinks I’m some kind of lapdog. I suggest you do the same.”
Devil walked past him, leaving him stood alone in the office. Glancing around the office, Pussy finally felt free. For the past few months they’d been trying to deal with Gonzalez’s demands whereas now, they were going to take the fight to him.
He breathed easier. Closing the office door, he headed up to his room. Opening the door he found Sasha’s mother tapping her leg. She needed to go somewhere as otherwise it was going to get a whole lot messier.
“Death.” His friend was the one who organized the rehabilitation centers.
“This better be f**king good,” Death said, pulling up his jeans as he exited the room three doors down.
“Pussy, what’s going on?” Sasha asked.
Ignoring his woman, he motioned for her mother to come to him. She got off the floor and walked toward him. She was pale, sweating, and looked ready to throw up.
“You’re the only who handles admissions. She needs rehab, and you need to get her there tonight,” Pussy said.
“Shit, this f**king sucks. I’ll get Curse to come with me as backup.”
Pussy didn’t give Sasha time to say goodbye to her mother. It wouldn’t be long before she was back home with them. Pussy watched as Death led her mother away with Curse in tow. The two men were going to be pissed at him, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t leaving his woman alone tonight.
“Pussy, what’s going on?” she asked.
“We’ve sent your mother to rehab. The pills and alcohol have taken their toll, and in order for us to keep her around, she needs to be clean. We’re all clean, baby. Devil made sure the whole club got clean with this shit with Gonzalez.” Pussy removed his jacket and kicked off his shoes.