Final Ride Fallen Angel's MC 4 (8 page)

“Vote on it. NOW!” Tank growls as their heads pop up.

 

“Nominate.” Looking around the room, they all look to Davey.
Well, there it is.

“Who votes Davey as the new President?” I don’t give Tank the
chance to speak as I look around the room. Hell, I have my own
problems at home that I need to handle. This shit is for kids.

We go around the room and the majority vote for him. Thank
fuck, that went quickly.
“There we go. Let’s fuckin’ roll Pres.” Slapping my hand against
Davey’s chest, he nods as we all file out.

Chapter 18

Tank

It was hard being there. I know that wasn’t Griff’s clubhouse,
but those were his guys. That chapter never had an individual
president before. Griff always handled them too. He was good
at it. He made his mark on this life.

Davey is a good guy. Has a good heart, but I know his past. He’s
a mean son of a bitch that doesn’t care to take a life if he feels
threatened. I guess I understand why they haven’t moved on
the Ravens. With no true president, it would have back fired on
them. I was glad Ryker stepped up the way he did though.

Ryker has a lot of courage in him. He also has a lot of the devil in
there. Crazy as hell with a good heart has never been so
dangerous.
“Look at that. Just kickin’ back with a beer like it’s the good old
days.” Ryker leans against a tree as we scope out the area. We
know they are a small club, but we don’t know if Ravens have
intercepted more than just the Spawns drugs.

“Fuck that shit. It’s like football Friday in that motherfucker.”
Torch chuckles next to Ryker. Glancing at the two of them, I
don’t know how these motherfuckers are even alive. They have
to be the sons of the devil himself.

“You two havin’ a good time? Want to go join them for a beer?”
Sarcastic. I was being sarcastic. I guess I need to think about my
choice of words with these two. The glance they just shared
wasn’t a good one.

“Sounds about right.” Ryker and Torch both push off the tree
they were leaning against, making their way toward the garage.
I’m undecided on what to do here. Lay back, or follow these two
fuckers up there.

Motioning to a few of the Spawns including their new President,
we head forward. I need to remind myself to kick their asses
later. Assholes are acting like Creed right now.

“Hello boys.” Ryker pushes the sleeves of his shirt up as he looks
at the men in front of him. Crazy fucker. No wonder that girl
tried to shoot his ass.

“Well, well, well. Ryker. Haven’t seen you in a while. Can’t say
that makes me sad either.” The grunt that escapes Ryker
amuses me. Usually I step in as the VP, but when Ryker knows
the men we’re after, I let him take the lead. He knows how to
work them better than I do.

“Aw Come on now, Ricky. We had some good times, yeah?”
Ryker slides his sunglasses onto his head as he looks the man in
the eyes.

“If you count shootin’ me in the back a good time, then yeah.
What the fuck do you want?” I watch the man stand with a
slight crook to his back. Damn, I knew he was off, but he really
shot that man!

“Oh yeah. Forgot about that.” Chuckling, Ryker looks around at
us. He’s clearly amused by what he did.

“Fuck you Ryker. What the hell are you doin’ here?” Getting in
Ryker’s face doesn’t seem like a good idea. Not with that look
on his face. The whole scene changes within seconds.

Ryker has the man by the throat dragging him toward the side
of the garage, guns drawn, everyone following. Well, isn’t this
great.

“Ryker.” Giving him a short but firm warning, he looks over.

“Hey, Tank. Why don’t you go see what’s inside, while me and
my old friend have a talk.” I can see the look on his face. This
isn’t going to end well.

“Goddamn it Ryker.” Stalking off toward the front, Ravens don’t
back off.
“Why don’t we let them talk, yeah?” Stopping in front of one of
them, I press my chest against the barrel of his gun. He doesn’t
look too happy, but then again neither am I.

“Yeah. Let’s do that.” The man growls before he lowers the gun.
By the time I get them around the front of the building Spawns
are already inside.

Davey stands at the door with a shit eating grin on his face. They
must have found their shit.

 

“You look happy.” Pulling a cigarette out I light it up as I look
around the area.

“All of it’s there. Fuckin’ idiots never touched it.” Nodding my
head, I’m glad they got their shit back. This run could have
turned to shit; I guess it still could.

Screams roll through the air as we all rush toward it. Stepping
around the side of the building, I see Ryker with something in
his hand while Ricky is on the ground screaming.

“What the fuck is
tha
t?” Pointing to whatever it is in his hand,
he holds it up and smiles.

 

“It’s a finger. You want one?” Tossing it at me, I raise my hands
and watch the damn thing fall to the ground.

 

“That’s all your shit, brother. I ain’t into that.” Shaking my head,

Ryker laughs.
“Yeah, it is. Why don’t you boys pick this motherfucker up and
move out.” Looking around at the Ravens they don’t need to be
told twice. They quickly grab him and head toward the front.
That was easy. Easier than I thought it would be, but then again
they aren’t a large club.

“You have lost your goddamn mind.” Shaking my head, I turn
and walk off.

 

Chapter 19

 

Creed

“You boys seem to have this all covered, yeah?” Walking around
Spawns clubhouse is weird without Griff here. He was a good
man, even better brother. He’s greatly missed more than any
one of us knows.

“Yeah. We got that new load comin’ in. Recruited a few more
guys. We’ve closed off the old maintenance road so there won’t
be any more surprises there. Shipments from Florida are
runnin’ smooth. Everything looks good.” The new President
over here, Benny, smiles as he speaks.

I knew he would be a shoo in with these guys. He’s always been
the leader type. He has connections to things the rest of us
don’t, and I personally, don’t want.
“Yeah. Tank and the northern boys are handlin’ that other little
issue. I don’t think Ravens will be a problem once they take care
of it.” Benny nods his head before passing me a beer.

“How’s shit over at Angel’s?” Isn’t that the million-dollar
question?

“It’s goin’ brother. We got that shop openin’ up soon and the
liquor store is lookin’ good. Get some of that legitimate money
flowin’ in.” Benny nods his head before taking a long pull from
his own beer.

“Let me know if there’s anything we can help out with. It’d be
an honor. Griff always spoke highly of the Angel’s. I’ve known
you for a long time, too.” Nodding at him, that I know.

“Well, if all is good here we’re goin’ to ride. We’re thinkin’ about
the lake here in a few weeks. You should get the boys together.
Let’s make this a family thing.” Putting my hand out, Benny
takes it in his. Shaking on our new agreement, I’m ready to get
back home.

I head back outside to climb on my bike. An eerie feeling comes
over me before Joey looks up.

 

“We good to ride? I need to go pick somethin’ up.” Glancing
back over at him, I nod.

“Yeah. Go ahead. I need some alone time anyway.” Joey nods
before starting up his bike.
Sitting on mine, my mind drifts to the old times. Older days,
older friends. The life I once lived. The friends I once had.

Jason made me a lot of who I am today. Losing him forced me to
take a look at myself. For a long time, I was lost. I didn’t know
where I belonged. There are times I still don’t. As happy as I am
to have this club and the family I do now, a part of me yearns
for the old days.

I wanted to watch Jason play pro football. I wanted to be the
best friend that always cheered, and ragged on the star of the
team. Back then, that was my dream.

Now things have changed. I find myself looking in the mirror,
and wondering if I’m a good enough man. If I made him as
proud as he made me.

I miss my parents. My mother mostly. I haven’t been back to see
her, and she hasn’t seen Heather either. In some ways, I think
its best that way though. My life is far different than it was
when we were closer. I pushed myself away from them. Now, I
don’t know if that was for the best.

“Wherever you are Jason, I hope you know I love you man. You
made me see myself differently, for who I am. If you’re out
there, just know that I love your sister with everything I have.” I
may look crazy, but there’s a part of me that needs to make that
clear for him. Whether or not he can hear me is up in the air. It
just needed to be said.

Sliding my phone out of my pocket, I dial Jada.
“Hey.” She sounds at least somewhat happier. That’s always a
good thing.

“Hey darlin’. I’m headin’ home.” I can hear her sigh on the other
end.

“Are you ok Creed? You’ve never called me when you’ve been
on a run like this.” Chuckling slightly to myself, she’s right. I
haven’t, but it’s time I start. Life can change in the blink of an
eye.

“I know. I just want you to know that I love you.” Before I know
it, a tear slides from my eye. Quickly wiping it away, I need to be
calm.

“I love you too. Is everything ok?” Laughing, I know she worries.

 

“Everything’s fine. I’m comin’ home darlin’.”

 

“Be safe.”
Chapter 20

 

Ryker

 

Climbing off my bike, Tank glares at me. I know he has
something to say.

 

“What?” Pulling my gloves off I slap them down onto the seat.

 

“You are really fuckin’ gone brother. Is that fuckin’ bite marks?”
Looking down at my hands, I smile.

 

“Had to keep that fucker quiet somehow.” Tank shakes his head
as I smile. What? It’s true.

Following Tank inside, I see there are people everywhere. No
kids though. Oh shit, it’s Friday. Party night. I should be excited
about it, but I’m not. I’m still unsure how to handle Jersey.
“That was a short run.” Throwing my arm around Bella she
smiles up at me.

“Yeah. I got all kinds of people skills. Look, I’m sorry about what
happened.” Bella shakes her head before pulling out of my
grasp.

“No. Don’t do that shit Ryker. It’s ok. She needs you, that’s all.”
Bella turns and walks away leaving me standing there alone
again. I don’t know if that is all that’s wrong with her. I don’t
know anything anymore.

I head down the lonely ass hallway and head into my room.
Staying at the clubhouse lately has been a relief for me.
Sometimes it’s too damn lonely at home. I love Jersey and
Ansley, but some days it’s overwhelming, I just need out.

“Where’s my baby?” Seeing Jersey in the corner smoking a
cigarette, I look around for my daughter.

 

“Basement with the other kids. I was helping Jada fill the bar.” I
can see the puffy eyes from here.

Walking over, I drop down onto the bed before laying back. I
close my eyes and try to think of something, anything to say to
her. I don’t know what the hell to do here. I’ve never been in
this position before, but there is no way in hell that I can have
my old lady shooting at people.