Breaking Dragon (Savage Brothers MC #1)(30)

“Fucker took ‘em out.” Irish spoke up.

That wasn’t unexpected. Still Bull and I knew something that the others didn’t.

Bull had come to me a couple months back, after one of the girls had been having trouble with an ex-boyfriend. The alley had been a weak spot in our defenses. As Enforcer of the club, security was Bull’s responsibility. Sometimes we ran stuff through the club, sometimes we didn’t. I never thought of it before, but this time I was glad. We had decided to install small cameras in areas that were completely unexpected and thus hidden much better. It was f*cked up shit I had to be glad my brothers didn’t know about these cameras. Yet, I was, especially since I was pretty f*cking sure what they would reveal.

We had put a series of three cameras along the base of the alley on all sides. They were low to the ground, so they might not show as much as the cameras that had been taken out, but they sure as f*ck would show us enough.

Someone was going to a f*ck of a lot of trouble to make it look like Skull was trying to start a turf war. So much in fact, they were being obvious, too f*cking obvious. I might not like Skull a lot, but he was a smart man and there was no way he’d just paint a neon sign above his head.

“Bull? Have Freak check it.”

Irish and the other men look at me, but I shook my head. I’d talk with my brothers soon.

“Church tonight! Two hours at the shed and every f*cking member better be there.”

“Prospects too?” Crush asked.

“I got Frog and Nailer watching my woman and her girl. Call Beats and the other newbie out to watch over the rest of the girls here tonight. Close the doors to all the clubs. We’re going to go on lock down boys until this shit is settled.”

“Ok Prez,” Irish said.

“Your woman?” Crush asks.

Motherf*cker.

“Did I stutter?”

“No, was just thinking that sounded pretty permanent Prez.”

“My f*cking business, you just make sure you respect it.” The warning in my order couldn’t be misunderstood.

I trusted my brothers. The original core anyways. But, Crush had been foaming over my girl too damned much. He frowned but nodded once. Message f*cking received.

Two hours later, I find myself once again staring at my brothers gathered around this big ass table, and wishing I was anywhere else. We had been through a lot of shit through the years. Things others would never experience or know about. When I say they knew where the f*cking bodies were hid…they knew where the f*cking bodies were hid. I’d trust every damn one of them with my life. Hell I had and the fact that I had not one but two f*cking traitors in my club? That was bitter shit to swallow.

“Where’s Striker?” I ask Crush, but knowing now that there were people I couldn’t trust, I feel my gut clench at Striker not showing.

“Twins said he left the club this morning and hasn’t been back. Not answering his cell, Prez. The boys checked and he’s not at home either.”

I nod, but don’t say anything. If it was him and the f*cker thinks he can run, he’s dreaming. He might run, but he wouldn’t get away. There wasn’t a rock big enough for him to hide under.

I nod to Bull, he gets up and locks the door. He stands in front of it with his arms crossed and waits. Freak gets up next. He is a scary bastard. He’s tall and skinny, but between the tats all over his body and the many piercings, he intimidates anyone. That doesn’t even take into consideration the bullet holes tattooed all over his chest and stomach. Screwed up shit. Stuff looked so real I had seen them for years and still wanted to call 911 when I looked at them.

Freak goes to the TV unit on the wall. He puts a disk into the DVD slot on the side. Guess its show time.

Fuck.

I hold the remote in my hand looking down at it and try not to snap it in two.

“Bull came to me a few months back when one of the girls at *’s was having trouble with an ex.”

“We handled that shit for you Prez.” Gunner spoke up.

I nod because they had. Fucker had moved out of state after his beat down. I didn’t have a lot of codes I lived by, but a man didn’t take his hand to a woman.

This rule was just one reason I’m going to enjoy f*cking up the traitors in my club.

“Yeah but Bull and I decided to take other steps.” I answer, letting my eyes land briefly on each of my brothers. All of them were pretty cool and calm. One had no reason to be, but I gave him points for having balls. He wouldn’t have them long.

Did he have a goddamned clue? Or was he really such a stupid f*ck?

I motion to Crusher and Irish and hit play. The screwed up scene unravels as my brothers watch Twist approaching Jess in the alley. Twist jumps up and that’s when Irish and Crusher grab him and slam him against the wall. Crusher holds him in place while Irish disposes of his weapons. I walk over to the piece of shit with the sounds of Jess’s cries in the background.

“Did you really think you could betray me and my men and survive *?”

“Boss you got this all wrong.”

I pull out my gun and stick it his mouth.

“Stop your excuses motherf*cker.” I demand, pushing my 45 into his mouth to shut him the f*ck up.

“What you should be doing is begging me to end you now. It’s not going to be that f*cking easy for you, though. By the time I’m done with you? You’ll beg me to end you. Too bad I won’t hear that shit, because after I break your goddamned ass and you sing like a canary? Your tongue will be one of the things I cut off, just for a f*cking party.”