Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (80 page)

"Shut
the fuck up," Guts snarled. 

Troy
shrugged.  "What does it matter, you screwed me, I can screw you back.  He
promised her to me if I told him what your plan was for getting out of drugs. 
About this meeting."  Troy nodded at Madison.

"Me?"
she exclaimed.

Troy ignored
her.  "And then we get here he promises her to them."  He nodded
towards the Mexicans. 

"Dax, what
the fuck?" The Mexicans had lowered their weapons now and were looking
around.  "I thought your club was on board with this deal."

"We
are," he said.  "There was a vote.  It wasn't unanimous.  Guts here
was part of the dissenters.  Looks like he wasn't satisfied with being part of
the losing side."

Now that
Guts had stopped struggling, Dane and Dax let him go.  He pulled his arms away
and walked forward, toward the Triad.  "This deal is a mistake," he
said.  "It doesn't have the blessing of our president and thus it's not
going through."

The Chinese
were staring at him, confused as he walked towards them. 

"Have
we wasted our time here, Dax?" one of them asked the VP.

"Ignore
Guts, he has no authority.  The club voted, we're handing over our end of the
drug business.  It can be to you or someone else, but I know you guys want it. 
Don't let this asshole ruin a very lucrative deal."

"Then
let us continue our discussions, in private."  The man looked meaningfully
at Guts, clearly indicating that he should leave.

"The
fuck you say," Guts said.  He immediately leaped forward and grabbed the
gang member, spinning him around as he drew his gun and put it to his head.  He
kept his hostage in front of him as a shield so that his comrades couldn't get
a shot and he whispered something to the man that Madison couldn't hear.  The
hostage dropped the gun he had been holding immediately.  The room erupted in
chaos.  Everyone drew their gun again, pointing it at Guts and yelling at
once.  Guts was too well hidden for the rest of the Triad to take a shot,
though.  They would risk hitting their friend.

"Get
the fuck out of here," he said.  "This deal is dead."

"What
the fuck, Guts!  LET HIM GO!" Dax roared above the noise, but Guts held
tight, shoving the barrel of his gun harder against the temple of the Triad
member. 

The Mexicans
had their guns drawn as well, but they looked like they didn't know where to
point them now and had lowered them.  They weren't going to risk taking a shot
and hitting a member of the Triad, potentially starting a war.  Dane and Dax
also had their guns out now, but they were just holding them.  The two
remaining Chinese were pointing their guns at Guts and talking quickly in
Mandarin.

"Shut
up," Guts yelled.  The room quieted.  "This is how it's going to go. 
This deal is dead, or your friend is, either way.  You guys get the fuck out of
here, and once I know you're gone, I'll let this one go.  He'll call you to
pick him up.  And then I never want to fucking see you guys again."

He looked
over at the Mexicans.  "The drugs stay with us.  I think you can see I
mean business.  I speak for the president of the club, Dax is a nobody.  He
won't be VP for long."

Troy was
laughing on the floor as he spit out more blood.  "You're insane if you
think the Triad won't kill you for this," he said.

"They
don't want a war with us over this, I'm sure," Guts said.  He was turning
back and forth now, but careful to make sure that he kept his hostage between
himself and the other gangs.  "If I let their friend go, no one got hurt. 
If they come after me, the whole MC gets involved.  We have other MCs we're
friendly with, maybe they get involved too.  We both lose lots of guys on both
sides.  And for what?"

A sudden
shot rang out, startling Madison as she reached up to cover her ears
instinctively.  Everything seemed to move in slow motion for her.  She saw all
of the guns start to spin around, pointing at Dax.  With wide eyes she stared
at him standing only a few feet away, closer than he had been when she last
looked at him.  He was holding his gun out, it's barrel still smoking. 

All of a
sudden Guts dropped to his knees, his hands limp at his sides as the gun he had
been holding slipped through his fingers onto the ground.  Once his knees hit
the ground his body fell to the side toward Madison.  It wasn't until his head
hit the floor that she saw the big gaping hole in the side of it.

After the
loudness of the gunshot, the sudden silence seemed to fill the room in its
place.  Dax dropped his gun first, and then slowly so did everyone else.

The man that
Guts had been holding was covered in blood, but otherwise seemed unhurt.  He
just stood there, dripping.

~
TWENTY ~

"Madison, can you
go get some towels from the Champagne room," Dax said quietly.  She nodded
numbly, running to the private back room and quickly finding a fresh pile of
towels that the girls used for a variety of purposes.  She rushed back out and
handed some of them to the bloody Triad member.  She kept a couple back herself
and helped him by wiping down his back.  She wiped up blood and other bits of
matter, the origin of which she didn't really want to think about.  She
deliberately tried to keep her mind blank, not thinking about what she had just
seen.  She felt like if she concentrated on anything other than just wiping
this man down, she would throw up.

Dane had
helped Troy to his feet, but then walked him over to a corner and sat him down,
telling him to stay put until they were done.  She was considered giving him
one of the towels as his face was still covered in his own blood, but then she
remembered the deal he had tried to strike with Guts and the Prez and decided
he could go fuck himself.

"Guys,
I'm sorry about this.  This situation is fucked up," Dax said.  "I know
you probably both have some misgivings about this deal now..."

The Mexicans
were talking quickly between themselves in Spanish, and the Triad were
discussing something in Mandarin.  They both stopped at almost the same time.

One of the
Chinese men spoke up first.  "You did the right thing.  We respect that
you killed one of your brothers to save one of ours.  I think we both know he
was right," he pointed quickly at Troy across the room.  "This would
have turned into a war, and you avoided that.  We are still ready to move
forward with this deal if they are."  Now he indicated to the Mexicans.

"Hell
yeah," one of the drug lords nodded.  "This MC is crazy.  We'll be
glad to start working with you guys instead."  He had a smile on his face,
but Madison had a feeling there was some truth in what he was saying.

"The
promise that Guts spoke of," Dax said.  "That dies with him as well. 
This girl is my ol' lady, she isn't going anywhere."

The Mexicans
both nodded.

Dax turned
to Madison. "Go get yourself a drink.  We'll be out in a few mins. 
Dane," he turned to his Sergeant-at-Arms, "I think I can handle
things from here.  Can you take Troy out of here and keep an eye on him and
Madison until we're done?"

"Sure
thing, Veep."

Dax shook
his head and rolled his eyes.  "And call someone to take care of this.  At
least there was no one to call the cops this time.  I can't imagine what we'd
have to pay to keep another one of these quiet.  This place will start to get a
bad rep."

Dane laughed
and turned, putting his hand on Madison's shoulder as he guided her around the
pooling blood.  He stopped in front of Troy and jerked his head.  The beat up
biker nodded grimly, getting up and shuffling out of the room ahead of them.

"Shit,
Trish!" Madison said when they got out to the bar area.  She quickly
filled Dane in on what had happened at the club.  He grabbed his cell phone and
made a quick phone call, walking away as he did but keeping his eyes on her and
Troy to make sure he didn't try anything.

Troy sat on
a bar stool after reaching over and grabbing a bottle of scotch.  He opened it
and started drinking it straight.

Madison sat
down a couple of stools away and watched him closely until Dane walked back. 
"It's taken care of.  I got a hold of Lurch, he had just gotten back to
the club.  He and Thunder busted into Dax's office.  Trish was fine.  They have
the Prez still in there, waiting for us to get back."

Madison
breathed a sigh of relief.  She didn't know what she would have done if
anything had happened to Trish.  She already felt responsible for so much of
this, even though logically she knew that it wasn't her fault.

She didn't
end up leaving with Dax for a couple more hours, even though his business with
the two other gangs was done in less than half that time.  As soon as the
agreement details were ironed out, the Mexicans and the Chinese left, and he
sent Dane out to escort Troy back to the clubhouse and back to Trish.  Madison
stayed with him while he waited around for the cleanup crew to come and take
care of Guts.  He supervised that for a while, and then they finally made their
way back to the club.

It was
already past 8 PM when they pulled into the compound, so Madison was surprised
to see the grounds covered in bikes.  She wondered if there was a party going
on or something.  What bad timing that would be.  Hopefully they wouldn't stay
here long.  She couldn't wait to get out and back to Dax's apartment.  She was
exhausted.  Emotionally and physically.

When they
walked through the door, the place was packed with bikers and a lot of their
girlfriends.  Everyone was talking loudly to each other, some in smaller groups
but a much larger one was formed in the center.  As soon as people started
noticing that they had arrived, the crowd in the center began to part and
Madison was relieved to see Trish and Dane at the center of it. 

"Trish!"
she said, running towards the girl.  Trish's eyes lit up as she saw Madison and
she opened her arms, taking the girl into a big hug as soon as she was within
reach.  Dax followed closely behind her, putting his hand on Trish's back and
giving it a rub.

"Glad
to see you're okay.  He didn't touch you, did he?"

Trish shook
her head.  I think he wanted to, but he knew what would happen when you guys
got back.  Although I think he expected a different outcome.  He mentioned that
you'd probably be stripped of your patch by the time the night ended."

"I
still might be," he muttered.

Madison knew
what he was referring to.  He had killed one of their own, after all.  And although
he could try to keep it a secret, there were a lot of people that knew,
including Troy.  It wouldn't stay secret for long.

"What's
going on?" he asked Dane.

"Word
got out about their being a coup when people found out that Thunder and Lurch
were holding the Prez in your office.  Everyone started coming back here and
taking sides.

"How
does it look?"

"Better
since I started telling them what actually happened.  But they were all just
waiting for you.  A meeting has been called.  Things have to be decided.  A few
guys are questioning Troy right now."

"Will
he tell the truth?"

"We
made sure the guys questioning are pretty persuasive."

Dax nodded
grimly, and Madison didn't even want to ask what that meant.

A few
minutes later the meeting was called and the men all filed out.  She kissed
Dax, squeezing his hand in support. 

"He'll
be fine, won't he?"  She asked Trish once all the men had left.

"I'm
sure," she said.  But something in her voice made Madison question her
conviction.

They sat quietly,
holding each other's hand as they waited.  Time ticked by, minutes turned into
an hour, then longer.  "What the hell is taking so long?"

"I
guess they have to go over everything that happened.  Hear everyone's side of
it, and then decide what to do.  I don't know that this has ever happened
before.  The president of the club pretty much took a member's girlfriend
hostage, promised his VPs girlfriend to another member, and one of his self
imposed deputies tried to ruin plans that the club had all voted on, under his
direction."

"And
what about Dax?  He killed Guts, another club member.  Has that happened
before?"

"Umm,
well, yes, I think that has in the past."

"And
how did that turn out?"

Trish just
patted her hand gently.  "This time is different..."

It was
almost another half an hour before the doors finally opened and the men started
streaming out.  There was a lot of talking at once, but no one seemed
exceptionally jovial.  Her heart sank as she scanned the crowd for any sign of
Dax.  Her and Trish stood up, making their way into the crowd. 

Thunder and
Lurch then appeared, and between them was the Prez and Troy.  They looked
different though.  Madison quickly realized it was because neither of them were
wearing their leather Desperados jackets. 

The other
bikers stood quietly in the room, forming two lines leading up to the door. 
Lurch and Thunder walked the men to the door and then opened it.  Troy looked
back at everyone, as if he was going to say something, and then just turned
around and left right behind the bigger biker ahead of him. 

When Madison
looked back along the line, she finally saw Dane and Dax standing at the other
end of it, watching the president and Troy get escorted out.  When the front
door closed, the noise erupted again, this time the voices were more excited
and there was some laughter.  Trish and Madison pushed their way through the
crowd and threw their arms around their respective men.

"What
happened?" Madison asked.

"We
told them what happened and Troy filled in some of the rest, after some
convincing.  Apparently, after our meeting with the Triad this morning, he went
and told the Prez and Guts all about it.  The two of them told him that they
would kill that deal and make sure to blame me.  They would use that to come
back to the club and say I'd been sabotaging the deals and try to get me voted
out of the VP position. 

Troy's angle
was that once I was no longer VP, you would be fair game for being passed
around the club and he wanted first crack.  He said he was cheated out of it
the first time around because he met you when I did and only got a blow job,
and then I got promoted before he could have a go.  Honestly, he seemed a bit
obsessed with you.  I mean, you suck a good dick but you must have done
something special to him."

Madison
blushed, but Dax just put his arm around her, giving her a squeeze.

"Anyway,
when Troy realized that the plan involved pimping you out to the Mexicans, he
realized that he'd probably never get his chance with you after all and felt
cheated again.  Something snapped in him and he attacked Guts, as you saw. 
Anyway, once they heard all of that, the club was quick to strip both of them
of their memberships and send them packing."

"What
about you?  Are there any repercussions to you killing Guts?"

"Well,
I guess you could say that..."

Madison's
heart started to pound.  "Oh no, what are they going to do?"

"Well,
I'm not VP anymore."

She gasped. 
"Really?  They stripped you of your rank?  I'm so sorry baby!  But I guess
if that's all they did, it could have been worse.  Who is VP now?"

"You're
standing next to him," he said.

Dane was
smiling ear to ear and Trish's head snapped around to look at his jacket where
the VP patch was fastened.  "Oh my god baby!  I didn't even notice!" 
She swung her arms around his neck, giving him a big hug.

"Yes,
looks like the club has a new Veep," Dax said with a smile.  "You
know what?  I am actually starting to like the sound of that nickname.  I think
I will start using it after all."

"Congratulations
Dane," Madison said, ignoring the teasing Dax was giving to his friend. 
"You'll make a wonderful VP," she said. 

"Depends,"
he said.  "The asshole they made president can be a real dick to work
with."

"Oh
no," she said.  "What is it with this club and picking bad
presidents?  Who is it?"  Her mind raced to think of some of the guys she
would least like to see elevated to the highest rank in the club.  Luckily the
worst of them were dead or expelled.