The Filthy Few (Iron Disciples MC) (18 page)

Cade nods and looks increasingly grim. I pause for a second,
and then finish telling him how I had refused to let him rape me and how he
made me watch you guys getting blown to bits. When I finally finish my tale of
woe Cade is furious!

“Mother fucker! I can’t believe he would do that. Obviously
he didn’t have any bombs, but he did set a trap; one that my guys discovered
and helped us avoid. He just showed you a scene from a movie or something that
he had edited or something. That’s my guess anyway. He’s pretty tech savvy for
an outlaw biker. If anyone could pull something like that off it’d be him. I am
so sorry Morgan. That must have been hell, you thinking that I am dead because
of you. He’s gonna pay, don’t you worry about that. But in the meantime, I
don’t want you being here by yourself. It’s not safe anymore.”

Then he actually grins and asks another completely shocking
question. He points to Stacy, then to me and asks.

“So…uh, what’s the story here?”

“What do you mean?” I snap, defensively.

“I don’t know. You’ve both got these big puppy dog eyes when
you look at each other. And the whole house smells like pussy!”

“Fuck!” I can’t believe he can smell us.

“Hey, can I talk to you alone for a minute?” He asks me.

I think I know where this is going and I don’t want to do or
say anything to hurt Stacy. I glance at Stacy and she nods her head.

“Let’s go into the bedroom.” He says.

“Wait a second,” Stacy begins. “She’s pretty banged up. I’ll
leave the room and you can talk.”

I give her a kiss on the corner of her mouth then breathe
thanks into her ear. I don’t know what you would call what she and I have
together, but I don’t want to lose it for a myriad of reasons.

Cade looks at the three guys who came in with him and they
fade back out of the room as well. He helps me to the couch where he takes a
seat as well.

“So…this thing with you and Stacy…Are you…gay now? Is that
what’s going on here?”

He is so damn predictable I almost laugh. If his expression
wasn’t so grave I would laugh, but I don’t because this is another relationship
I don’t want to fuck up.

“No,” I begin. “I’m not gay, and I’m not even gay for Stacy.
What happened between us was fuelled by lots of tequila, loneliness, fear, and
sorrow. I seriously doubt it’ll happen again.” Time to change the subject. “Do
you think Stacy and I are safe here or should we hole up somewhere and hide?”

“My little brother is extremely resourceful. You ever hear
the expression, the long arm of the law? Well that’s nothing compared to the
long reach Eddie has. If you two try to go into hiding he’ll assume you are
valuable to me and he will make it his business to find you and he will. It’s
better if you play dumb, so to speak and stay here.”

 “So you don’t think we’re in any real danger? He was
bluffing after all about killing you and raping me.”

“Things are going to heat up so at some point it will
probably be better if you and Stacy both disappeared till things settle around
here.”

“I can’t exactly skip out on work. I’ve been gone too long
as it is. Stacy can’t afford to disappear either.”

“You’ve only been a week.” He replies.

“Nevertheless, I didn’t make VP by sitting on my ass. My
assistants are overworked as it is and I can’t ask any more of them.”

“This sleeping with your assistants, that’s not going to
mean you and your other assistant what’s his face will be hooking up does it.”

“Of course we will, he’s my assistant.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, you’re such a pussy! I told you I’m not looking
to jump anyone’s bones but yours unless you become too much a pain in the ass
that is.”

“And this pain in the ass MC president is not looking to hop
in the sack with anyone else either even though as a club president it’s my
prerogative to take any one whose not a member’s old lady. And by the way, if
you’re a hang around and not my old lady your fair game for any brother and
you’re obliged if the VP or any club officer wants to get in your panties.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“That could be the reason my brother felt he could waltz
into my house and take you. He is second in command right now.”

“Holy fucking crap, are there any more pre-stone age laws I
should know about?”

“Yeah to claim you as my old lady, at the next club get
together I have to hit you over the head with my club and drag you out by your
hair.”

I stand up, mouth open ready to unleash a torrent of fucks
and damns, when he burst out laughing.

“Sorry,” he begins. “But after your Stone Age remark I just
had to throw in the cave man slash Neanderthal bit.”

Despite my many initial misgivings about Cade I am finding
that I actually like the guy. Hopefully the prospect of coming violence doesn’t
drive a wedge between us. I still don’t know about this Filthy Few business or
how I feel about being with someone who has the capability of, and propensity
for such violence. I didn’t sign on to be MC world’s equivalent to a Charles
Mansion groupie.

“So when do I get to see the clubhouse and all?”

“Depends…”

“On what?” I ask.

“On your status. Are you my old lady Morgan, or not?”

I figured this question was gonna come up and I have already
been thinking about my answer.

“What if things don’t work out between us?”

“If you’re worried about that already maybe you’re not ready
to-”

“Shut up, I’m in; even if this is some blood in blood out
deal. Yeah, I wanna be your old lady.”

“Well it’s about fucking time!”

He grabs me and kisses me as fiercely as I have ever been
kissed. Cade is a man whose passion runs hot!

“And,” he says. “It’s not blood in and blood out. Outlaw
MC’s are for men only. Women cannot be members, but that doesn’t mean a good
old lady won’t have her position in the club. A good old lady can make the club
and a bad one can wreck one.”

“Really? I’ll have that much power?”

“You’d like to think so wouldn’t you? You can’t wreck a club
run by men but you can sure cause some messes if you are caught fucking
around.”

“Yeah I think we’ve covered that subject already!”

He looks at his watch and I look at mine. It’s nearly two in
the morning. It’s time to bring Stacy up to speed.

When all the cards have been put on the table she immediately
tells me I have to stay with her and I am very grateful. I have never had much
in the way of friends and relationships have always been a struggle and now it
seems that I have a new friend in Stacy and a relationship with Cade. My how
fucking fast things can change.

The next morning, Sunday, Cade pulls up to Stacy’s house to
take us both to their clubhouse. I have never been to a biker clubhouse so I
really have no frame of reference. I’m guessing Stacy has been there but she’s
not saying. To say I am surprised by what I find is an understatement. It’s
more than just a clubhouse or bar like I was expecting. It’s a compound. After
a twenty minute ride or so we roll up on what looks like a large grouping of
buildings surrounded by a twelve foot steel and chain link wall. Like magic
when we pull up to the gate it slides open. As we go through I see three burley
bikers who let us in. To my utter shock, both men were armed with shotguns and
sporting handguns on their hips. These dudes are fucking serious. It looks like
they’re preparing for war.

When we park two younger guys with leather vests and the
word prospect emblazoned on them materialize out of nowhere. One of the two
‘prospects’ walks up to Cade.

“Are the troops assembled Prospect?” Cade asks.

“They’re already gathered around the table, Sir.” The blond
haired prospect says.

“Is my brother present?”

“He is, Sir.”

“Prospect,” Cade says, and points to me and Stacy. “I want
you and Freddy to make sure my old lady and my cousin are comfortable and have
whatever they desire while we’re are in the meeting.”

“Yes Sir.”

Then Cade turns to me. “This could either be a really long
meeting or pretty damn short. The two prospects will take care of you and make
sure no one bothers you or Stacy.”

“How come your brother is here? Isn’t he trying to take over
the club?”

“Yes he is. Haven’t you heard of that saying, keep your
friends close and your enemies closer?”

I nod, still confused. I don’t know biker etiquette so maybe
this sort of thing is normal.

“Don’t worry babe, I got it all under control.”

“Then why does it look like you’re going to war?”

“Because it may get out of control real soon.”

Great, just fucking great.

“Are you okay?” He asks as we enter what looks like the main
clubhouse. To the left there’s what looks to be a good sized shop. The bay
doors are open and there’s maybe a half dozen guys engaged in various tasks
having to do with fixing and building motorcycles. There’s a sign over both the
clubhouse and the Shop. On the sign is what looks like a wraith riding a wicked
looking custom motorcycle. One boney hand is on the bikes handlebars and the
other one is holding an AK-47 and shooting a stream of bullets into the air.
This is the same picture that’s emblazoned on their cuts. They’re as badass as
it gets!

As we walk through the doors to the clubhouse it takes a
moment for my eyes to adjust. It’s basically a good sized bar with about a half
dozen rooms attached. The largest door is a huge wooden double doors and that’s
where Cade disappears for the official meeting. The two prospects who I learn
are named Freddy and Max, but patched members simply call them Prospect Red,
for Freddy who has flaming red hair and Prospect Blonde on account of his long
dirty blonde hair. I later learn that both are fast friends who are soon to be
patched in at the end of the month. That last little bit of information they’re
not privy to.

They sit not too close to us to be intrusive, but close
enough to wait on us hand and foot. Ten minutes later we’re both nursing club
sodas and waiting for the outcome of the sudden meeting. I swivel around in my
seat so I can watch the steady stream of bikers, hang arounds, and club whores.
The constant stream of bikers come in all shapes, sizes, and ages and seem to
have nothing in common but the cut on their backs. Even given the early noon
hour it doesn’t seem to stop most from having a beer and a joint.

I don’t know how they know it, but everyone seems to already
know I am Cade’s old lady. They give me wide berth but they’re none too shy
about trying to get to know Stacy. If this keeps up she’s gonna need a stick to
beat them off. Just as I am enjoying my new elevated status to Cade’s old lady
a fucking cop walks through the door. I grab Stacy’s arm and point to the
Solano County Sherriff’s deputy. I don’t know how this guy got in, but I bet
three quarters of the people present here have warrants out for their arrest.
This is not going to end well.

I look up towards Prospect Red and he sees me instantly and
comes to my aide. I point to the cop who has just sidled up to the far end of
the bar.

“How the fuck did he get in?” I ask in a hushed whisper.

“What do you mean? They let him in of course. You think he
could get in if we didn’t want him here?”

“He’s invited?”

“Hell yes! The Disciples and the County guys have always had
a close working relationship with each other. You’ll never have to worry about
getting another parking ticket or speeding ticket in this town again.”

“Wow…I guess I have a lot to learn about bikers. Hey what’s
the deal with Cade and his brother?”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t Eddie trying to take over the club from Cade?”

“That shit’s been going on since before I started hanging
around here and it’ll probably be here when I’m six feet under.”

“How do you guys manage to stay together with all that
strife?”

“You have a momma and a daddy when you was growing up?”

“Yeah…” I reply, not knowing where he is going with this.

“They ever fight…argue at least?”

“They’re human. Of course they did.”

“They get divorced at the first sign of problems?”

“I get your point.” So the club’s a big family and of course
they don’t get fucking divorce just because mom and dad are fighting.”

“Now I think you under-”

Prospect Red stops speaking and freezes for a second, head
cocked towards the double wooden doors to the clubs inner sanctum. I think I
heard it too; a series of muffled pops.

Red listens for a second then pulls a black handgun from his
waistband. Shit, I didn’t even know it was there. Then he retrieves another,
smaller one from an ankle holster and extends it to me. I have never even held
a handgun before but I’m not about to make myself look lame by admitting that.
I take the gun knowing full well I am not going to shoot it. Stacy looks at me
incredulously and I just shrug.