Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(72)
Ric starts talking. “I’ve talked to my men. It’s good working alongside your two clubs. We’ve never had an alliance with anyone before, so it was all new, but the outcome has been beneficial, despite us losing two members. We don’t know what your two clubs are looking for, but we’re in if this is approved. Not gonna lie, the fact that we are outnumbering every other club out there is a huge f*cking bonus. Things were rough for a couple of days with your woman getting shot and yours getting killed, but we’ve managed to take them down and word on the street is that it’s a lot better to live in the Kings’ old area. Not as much crime anymore.”
“I’ve heard that too, looks like a couple of good things came out of this crazy man blowing up their compound.” Ant points at Sanders and we all look at him pointedly.
“Don’t look at me like that. Had I not, more of us would be dead.” He shrugs. “Besides, always wanted to use one of those bad boys.” He smirks.
“How did it feel?” I ask.
“Pretty f*cking amazing.” We all laugh.
“I’m sure it was,” Ray chimes in. “At least, you didn’t blow one of your limbs off. Happened to one of our retired members. He held it for too long, then didn’t throw it far enough. Poor bastard.” We all join him laughing.
“Sorry to hear.” Ant offers.
“Don’t be, he’s living the f*cking life of leisure in Florida or some old people place.” He chuckles. “Missing a leg sure, but never stopped him from getting * and marrying his old lady.” He chuckles. “But anyway, I have to say that ever since you got rid of the problem from my club last year, things have been a lot smoother. We separated ourselves from a couple of club members who were siding with Blades and joined the Kings. So I’m glad they are gone with the trash too. We patched the two prospects who now know better than to listen to anyone other than me for orders. They’re good kids, I didn’t invite them for our events as I didn’t know how you would feel about it and I didn’t want to make trouble. We took a vote and we all agreed this” he gestures around the table. “worked f*cking amazingly. We’re in too.”
“Very good and I’m grateful you didn’t force them onto us for the past few events. I’d like to sit down with them and have a talk. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to have to set some ground rules that we all have to abide by so we can avoid any misunderstanding. We’ll draw up those rules together with the Prez, VP and Sergeant at Arms of each club.” Ant explains calmly.
“What about Sanders? He’s been very efficient, but what is he doing here or in the middle of this?” Ray asks quite confused by Sanders’ presence and so am I.
Sanders looks over at Ant who nods at him. “It’s been brought to my attention, that while there are only ten members left of the Kings. Most of their charters have been fairly quiet, but the rest of the Kings and one of their charters are moving in together and creating chaos just outside of Louisiana. They call themselves the Hades’ Disciples. They haven’t made a move yet, but I’m sure it’ll come soon enough. Until we know what their goal is we need to keep an eye out.” I knew nothing good would come out of this.
“So you’re telling us that a bunch of those no life motherf*ckers are teaming up to come here to take us down?” I ask him sarcastically.
“Take us down, not sure, cause chaos? Definitely.” Sanders answers truthfully.
“Us? You consider yourself one of us now?” Ric taunts him.
Sanders sighs. “Honestly? I feel out of place at the station. It’s all I ever wanted to do when I was growing up, but now it feels so f*cking wrong. I feel more at home here than I do at the station.”
“Why? Did losing your wife mess you up because there’s nothing your little cop friends could have done? Or maybe you’re realizing that doing your own justice is better than asking for help, when you know they won’t do shit.” Ric says rather harshly.
“Fair enough. It feels wrong to work for a system that is supposed to protect, help and serve, but actually doesn’t do much. Working on Cabe’s case opened my eyes to the corrupted and dirty side of the law. From that point onwards, everything went south and led me to feel this way.” Sanders shrugs.
“Good answer, but you’re going to need to rethink your priorities if you are about to work with us.” Ray tells him gauging him.
“What exactly do you mean?” Sanders looks at him, unafraid.
“While your position on the force could be beneficial for all of us, it could mean a lot of trouble for you, from inside and outside. No one likes a rat, even if that rat is a detective and it’s his job. You’ll have to choose between your cushy life or our lifestyle, can you handle that? Playboy?” Ray chuckles.
“You mean choose between a lifestyle that is slowly killing me or one that makes me feel something, that gives me that same rush of adrenaline that being a detective used to bring me? The choice is easily made, but the decision will be made in due time. I think it can be beneficial until we know more about those Hades’ Disciples, don’t you think?” Sanders doesn’t cower under Ray’s intense gaze. Credit to him, he’s much tougher than I thought he’d be, he could easily be one of us.
“You’re starting to grow on me.” Ray chuckles.