The Filthy Few (Iron Disciples MC) (24 page)

I killed the engine and took off my helmet. Unfortunately I
over did it by pulling into a place that couldn’t be seen by the main road and
he became suspicious of me. I hated seeing the doubt in his eyes as I casually
talked about some fake problem the bike was having. The whole time I’m trying
to get into a position where he’s not looking at me so I can draw my gun and
shoot. I had no delusions about my own marksmanship. If it came to a shootout I
would probably be on the losing side. I need to surprise him.

After way too long of maneuvering and bullshitting he
stepped back from me and drew a gun from his waistband. I had no idea he was
carrying. Now he had
me
at gunpoint and mine wasn’t even drawn. How the
hell was I gonna get out of that mess alive? I decided to just freak out.
Anything to throw him off guard and give me the chance to draw my own gun. I
acted terrified to see a gun pointed at me and pretended to literally pee my
pants. Turns out I did such a good job that he felt sorry for me and for
jumping to conclusions and pulling the gun on me. We talked it out and he put
his gun back in his waistband.

I felt like a total shithead though because the second he
turned to look at my bike I pulled my own gun on him this time. I’ll never
forget the look of surprise when he saw the barrel of the gun in his face. I
was shaking so bad I could hardly even point the damn thing at him.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I don-”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence. He charged me knocking
the gun out of my hands and sending it flying into the weeds. I fell flat on my
ass. He ended up straddling me so I couldn’t even twist around to try and find
the gun. Then he draws this long-ass fucking knife from his belt and that’s
when I saw his gun had fallen from his pants and was lying right beside his
knee. He could have killed me right there but he hesitated with the knife
raised ready to plunge it into my unprotected chest.

Instead he asked. “Why?”

I grabbed the gun that was lying beside his knee, pointed it
towards his chest, and just pulled the trigger. The impact of the bullets
actually knocked him off me and he fell over in the grass. I must have shot the
guy five times because he was a real mess. I started to get up but I couldn’t.
I just doubled over and started puking. I couldn’t believe I just kill…no,
murdered a guy; a friend really. It’s true, I really did like Daniel and I
couldn’t wait for him to get patched. We would have had fun times riding
together. But instead I had killed my friend in cold blood.

I wiped his gun clean and retrieved my own gun and rode back
to the clubhouse. I don’t know what they did to the motorcycle I abandoned back
there or the body. All I cared was my part was done. I didn’t go back to the
clubhouse for almost a week and when I did my Filthy Few patch was still
sitting there on the table in the inner sanctum right where they left it. I
took my patch and sewed it on with a needle and thread. It must have taken me
an hour or longer just to sew the damn thing on. I kept thinking about killing
Speck and then my hands would get to shaking so badly I couldn’t hold the
fucking needle. After that people looked at me differently and I knew it was
because of the patch. I also looked at me differently too. I killed a man. That
should count for something; but what I am still trying to figure out.

In my clubs eyes I had passed the ultimate test of loyalty
and they definitely looked at me with a different light. Maybe they looked at
me as a killer but I certainly didn’t feel like one. Not that I had any idea
what a killer felt like. I was just me, and I had killed a man; end of story.”

He finally stops talking and I don’t know what to say. After
a minute he continues.

“I will never know if he really was a rat. I wasn’t part of
the inner sanctum, the officers, so I wasn’t privy to the information that
supposedly damned him. But thanks to that day I am no good at relationships.
Most brothers feel close to their fellow patched members, but not me. I think I
got this thing in the back of my head that’s always telling me to back off
because that person who may become my friend; I may have to kill him one day.
So to spare myself what I went through after killing Daniel I refuse to get
close to my brothers. That is also what makes me the perfect leader. I have no
trouble at all making the hard choices that the leader of an outlaw MC has to
make sometimes.

They fucked me up that day Morgan, when they made me kill my
friend. It’s also why I’m no good at relationships with women either. I got
this thing in the back of my head that tempers my emotions. It won’t let me get
to close just in case I have to kill the girl I am involved with.”

Now I am a little worried. Does he think he’ll have to kill
me one day? I gotta ask him.

“So…what about me? Are getting ready in case you have to
kill me?”

“No…no one can order a kill but the president and I would
never order a hit on you.”

“But in the back of your mind are you wondering what if I
snitched on the club for a crime I saw or something?”

“I couldn’t hurt you Morgan. It would be like cutting my own
heart out. I have let myself get too close to you to think objectively.”

That seems good. He can’t kill me.

“Are you sorry that you let your guard down around me?” I
ask.

He waits for a minute before finally replying. “Sometimes
yes.”

“What, you afraid you might have to off me or something?”

“Of course not.” He says to me, but I can see the doubt in
his eyes.

“You’re afraid I might say something to the cops and your
brothers will kill me.”

He shakes his head. “No…it’s just…I don’t know what it is
really.”

“Look at me Cade! I’m all in; both feet. I will never give
you or your brothers a reason to off me…or even doubt me. I’m your old lady Cade.
You can trust me. But remember this shit goes both ways. I want you; all of
you. That means you tell me everything. I want no secrets between us. Don’t try
to protect me. I’m strong and don’t need you fucking protecting me or anything
like that. I’m a big girl.”

“That you are Morgan…that you are.”

“And I have a solution for you so you don’t have to kill
your brother.”

“I’m listening.”

“I think you should take a page out of history books and not
kill Eddie, but neutralize him instead.”

“What do you mean?”

“During the crusades armies would capture a king and his
children and hold them hostage for good behavior from the enemy’s armies and
its citizens. All you gotta do is capture your brother and maybe a couple key
officers and hold them hostage. Tell the Outkasts that you’ll kill your brother
unless they unless they cooperate.”

“What? You’re kidding me right? What the fuck am I supposed
to do with a hostage? Just keep him around forever just to ensure his club’s
good behavior? If they feel that there’s no way of getting him back safely
they’ll just vote in a new president and any missing officers and it’ll be
business as usual except for a war fuelled by revenge. You don’t know what
you’re talking about Morgan. This isn’t the crusades. What worked then isn’t
going to work now.”

“So when are you going to go murder your brother?”

“Midnight tonight.”

“Why are you leaving now then?”

“I need to collect my thoughts and be around people who
believe in me and agree with what I am doing. I don’t need someone second
guessing me right before I’m in the battle of my life.”

“Fine, I need to collect my thoughts too. Maybe I don’t want
to be with the man who murders his brother.”

“Not this again.”

“Hey I’m just saying…”

“You stay here in the apartment until I get back, but don’t
expect me to get back until around two or so.”

“I may be here,” I say as the door closes. Fucker better not
go get himself killed. It’s harder to hate a dead man.

The thunderous roar of motorcycles wakes me from a deep
slumber. I look at my phone and it’s almost two thirty in the morning. Sounds
like they’re getting back, but why so late? The apartment I’m in is a ways from
the clubhouse so I can’t hear anything but the muffled shouting punctuated by
the roar of Harleys. Are they celebrating Cade defeating his brother? That has
to be what’s going on now. There’s no way I’m gonna be able to sleep so I get
up and get dressed. No point in missing the party. I put on a pair of skin
tight jeans and a strapless top. It’s hot and I wanna look hot for my man’s
victory party.

As the noise outside escalates so does the beating of my
heart against my ribs. This should be fun. War has been averted and maybe, just
maybe Cade and I can kinda get back to normal; whatever the fuck normal is now.
I’ll be able to get back to work. I cannot get used to the night hours these
guys keep around here. I’m used to getting up at four in the morning and
they’re just winding down for the night. And just when I’m ready to crash
they’re getting up. It’s weird. I need to get back to the office and my
somewhat normal life. I’ll still be Cade’s old lady but I’m not giving up my
corporate job and six figure income or the perks that come with it. I feel like
I’ve been camping; you know roughing it. I wanna get home to my twenty thousand
dollar a month condo, my Porsche, and my spa treatments. Yeah, I’m fucking
ready to go home!

I’m just walking out of the bedroom when I hear the door to
the apartment open. Has to be Cade. I run down the hall ready to leap into his
arms when I nearly run headlong into two very grim looking bikers. Both are
blood splattered, sweaty, and holding AK-47’s in their hands.

My heart stops in my mouth. Not because I thought they were
Outkasts, I can see their cuts clearly, but their faces. Those I have just
killed. They have fired their weapons in anger and killed another human being;
probably more than one. Something terrible has happened.

“Go back to your room and don’t open the door.” The older of
the two men commands.

“Where’s Cade? What the fuck is going on?”

“It was a set up!”

“But I thought Cade had a contingency plan in place.” I
reply, confused.

“He did and so did they.” Says the older one.

“So where is he then?”

After a long pause the younger one replies. “We don’t know
ma’am.”

“Well what the fuck are you doing about it then and why the
hell are you here and not out with him?”

“We’ve been asked to protect you. Our other brothers are
battling with the Outkasts.”

“I can’t stay here. Not while Cade is in danger.”

“Sorry ma’am, but we can’t let you leave here.”

“Really? So if I insist on walking out of here you’re gonna
do what?”

“You understand, stop you.” The younger one answers, but he
doesn’t look too confident.

“You lay a hand on me and I’ll tell Cade you tried to feel
me up. You fucking understand me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good, then get the fuck out of my way!”

I brush past them in the narrow hall and neither one lifts a
hand to stop me. I open the front door and stop in my tracks. It’s like a
fucking war zone out here. Bikes are roaring in and out. Guns are being ferried
around, and wounded bikers are being cared for in the main clubhouse. This is
not what was supposed to happen tonight. I see a few brothers I recognize but
for the most part I don’t see anyone I know. I can tell from the different cuts
that there are guys here from at least 3 different Disciples charters. Cade
knew something was going to happen tonight and he made a preemptive move by
calling in several charters for back up. Good move on his part. If I can just
find an unattended truck I can go find my man.

But maybe I should check in the clubhouse. Maybe he’s in
there in a war council or something. Yeah, I’ll just poke my head in then go if
he’s not there. I cross the courtyard narrowly missing getting run over by a
wounded biker on his way in. I can feel the heat off the big engine as he
careens by. He ends up hitting a row of bikes and takes out three before he
falls to the ground unconscious.

I open the door and look inside. Sure enough, someone’s made
this into a makeshift hospital. The three pool tables are now occupied by
bikers getting sewn up. Another is being attended on one end of the bar. Turns
out we have one old lady who is an ER doc and two who are nurses; damn
convenient. There’s also a half dozen club whores and about as many girlfriends
and a smattering of kids being watched by no one in particular. They’re
certainly getting an education tonight.

I walk in and when no one pays me any attention I cross the
floor over to the double doors leading to the inner sanctum. I’ve never been
inside so I’m curious where my man spends all his time making the important
club decisions.

I open the door and am surprised to see about a dozen
brothers gathered around the table. When I pop my head in all conversation
halts. One of the brothers turns around and addresses me.