Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Grem yawns deeply and scratches at his head. “Brother, with that fuckin’ buyback program the government did a few months ago, guns ain’t exactly flowing right now. I got us a lot of ammo, but half the shit is for stuff we don’t even have.”
“None of your prepper guys in the sticks could help us out?” I ask.
“Not really, supposedly we’re gettin’ close to some apocalypse date or some shit,” Grem says with a frown.
“Fuckin’ crazy assholes,” my old man, Hound, says from his chair next to Whitey.
“You got any connections with some of them militia boys we could get guns off of?” I ask.
My old man knows just about everyone in this state, can’t hurt to ask.
“I’ll check in with ‘em, but if Grem is right, I doubt it. Those boys aren’t any smarter than the preppers,” he says.
I sigh. “Alright, that’s what I was figurin’.”
“I’ll try, though,” Hound says.
“Thanks, old man, I appreciate it,” I say and take a long look at him.
He’s a had a rough fucking time of it the last two years. MS has fucking destroyed his body to the point he’s gonna be in a fucking chair before long. His refusal to take the meds, fucking bastard, has made sure he won’t live as long as he could.
Gonna tell him about Levi, maybe that will get his head out of his ass.
Fucking hell, I wish my mom could have met Levi. She’d have loved the little guy to death.
“Alright, guys,” I say and look around. “Scorpions hit us last night with Snowbird.”
Most give solemn nods, but a few have a look of rage or shock on their faces. I’m guessin’ the news hasn’t fully made its way around the club yet.
“Hit was bad, too. She was tortured and beaten to the point that there wasn’t much left of her body beyond her head. Whoever fucking did it, the sick fuck, left that without a mark, except for stuffin’ a poisonous scorpion down her throat,” I say, and can hear the rage I’ve been trying to keep in check in my voice.
“They broke a rule with us doin’ that, and I mean to pay ‘em back fully. But we can’t go half-cocked, we just don’t have the guns for this. We need to pull in a couple of the Nomads, and I want us armed and manned to the fucking teeth.”
A round of thumps on the table lets me know they hear me and want it too.
“That’s why I’m callin’ Garden City. Gonna see if a friend of ours out there can supply us with more guns until we can get the shit from Anchorage down here. They might be better equipped to help us in the short-term.”
“Fuck,” Grem groans loudly.
Looking over at him, I ask, “What?”
“They’re gonna charge us for this, and they’re gonna send that fucking freak again,” he growls.
I shrug my shoulders. “I’ll make sure the deal is beneficial to the both of us. I don’t think they’ll ask too much, considering what we’ve done in the past.”
“Seconded,” Whitey says from my side. “All in favor?”
Only Grem keeps his hand down before I punch him in the shoulder.
Raising his hand, he says, “I ain’t cleaning the back of his SUV this time.”
“Nah, that’s for Tampon,” I say.
A loud round of laughter goes around the table as the story of how Tampon got his name comes out.
Hound leans over to me and asks, “You wanna tell me what’s going on with Allie being back in town?”
“Yeah, after the meeting,” I say to him.
Nodding his head, he leans back in his chair.
“Another point of business, Hammy’s comin’ up on his eight months with the club,” I say, and the guys go silent again.
“He’s a good fucking kid,” Whitey says. “Real good, and his daddy, bless his soul, was a brother. As his sponsor, I’d like to put him up.”
“I was about to ask about that,” Grem says. “I think he’s ready for the patch. I second it.”
“All in favor?” Whitey asks.
Keeping my hand down while everyone raises theirs, I draw quite a few eyes to me.
“Pres?” Whitey asks quietly. “Somethin’ wrong?”
“Nah, but we gotta get him a new bike or something when we patch him. Him riding bitch behind Tampon is just fuckin’ wrong,” I say with a laugh as I raise my hand up.
“Next order of business, let’s get a party going in a few days. I want booze, music, and everyone here. Allie is back, and it’s time to welcome my ol’ lady into the fold,” I say over the loud cheers coming from everyone around me.
After the noise dies down, I raise my hand to signal silence and stand up from the table.
Looking down at Hound, I smile at him with a crooked grin. “I’ve got one more announcement to make, guys, and this one’s in honor of the old man here.”