Sons of Mayhem 1

Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jase

Jase sat to the left of Bigfella. Opposite him sat The Doctor, the senior Vice President. Around the table the other members of the leadership council sat. T-Bone, Bottle, Lonnie, Brodie and Eag. The mood was serious.

Jase looked at Bigfella, the President of the club, and the oldest member there. He was also the most striking as he had waist length gray hair which was always braided. After welcoming everyone he got down to business. "Jase, do you have any idea why the Mexicans would be after you?"

Jase sighed. "Not a clue. Nothing. There haven't been any S.O.M.E. problems with them. I've not been in any fights lately. I've not even spoken to any of them in weeks."

"Anyone else? Any ideas?" Big Fella looked around the table expectantly and seemed a little surprised at who answered.

"I might have an idea." It was The Doctor who spoke. In his current getup he looked every bit the biker badass, and his voice was firm and strong as he spoke, "I was reached out to last week. I wanted everyone to hear this. Sorry for not bringing up to you first Bigfella, but I think everyone should hear."

Jase leaned back in his chair as he listened, curious as to where this was going. "Who reached out to you? About what?"

"The Koreans." The room erupted in surprised gasps. The Koreans were into heavy shit and had not been friendly to the Sons in the past.

Bigfella spoke again, "What the hell did they want?"

"They want to do business. They have some product they want to move, and they want us to help move it. Through our security contacts and our regular networks." The Doctor looked directly at Jase as he spoke. Jase was in charge of the security company the club run. As they provided doormen for a number of clubs and bars, they also controlled the drugs there. Weed, pills, coke, mostly.

Bigfella looked at the octor, "Why'd they contact you?"

The Doctor grinned, "One of their guys works at the hospital. They know we're not real friendly to them, so I guess they thought speaking to me in the hospital would avoid any surprises. Or chances of confrontation."

Jase looked at the Doctor "So you told them to fuck off, right?"

The other VP looked at Jase with a cold look. "I thought we should bring it to the table. And in light of today's events, I think that was a good idea. Don't you?"

Jase saw Brodie catch Bigfella's eye and received a nod in return, allowing him to speak. "Call me a fuckin idiot if you like," he grinned good-naturedly as Bottle and Lonnie complied, "but what's the connection here?" A couple of the other members nodded, not understanding the link. "What the fuck does the Mexicans going after Jase have to do with the Koreans speaking to the Doctor?"

Jase thought he had a pretty good idea what was going on. Sitting forward again Jase spoke, "I guess the Mexicans got wind of what was up, and they don't want us dealing with the Koreans. Right?"

The Doctor nodded. "Yep that'd be my guess too. Approaching me in the hospital was stupid. Half the janitorial staff are Mexicans, and you know they all know each other. Everyone's someone's cousin twice-fucking-removed."

"Or fucking someone's cousin," said Lonnie to mumbled laughter.

"Of course," said Jase, "this just goes to show the Mexicans are fucking idiots. We're not going to have anything to do with the Koreans, right?"

Jase's open question drew a couple of approving nods from the men seated around the table. Of course they weren't going to have anything to do with the Koreans.

The Doctor spoke again, "Of course, dealing with them is far too risky. I mean, it's potentially a lot of money, but we're doing well enough on our own, right?"

The nods of agreement were halfhearted. They weren't doing that great on their own. Jase felt several pairs of eyes looking at him. The security company was making a profit, but not that much. They weren't exactly living big these days. But then again, what the fuck did The Doctor, or Bottle, or even Bigfella bring to the table for that matter? Lonnie and Brodie had a thing going with some women; putting the party chicks to work as they called it, but that shit hadn't gotten all that far yet.

"How much?" said the previously quiet man in the corner.

The Doctor looked over, "Well Eag, let's just say they talked six figures. Big six figures." The room was filled with muttering as each of them figured out just precisely what that meant. It meant they'd be rich.

Jase looked over at the Doctor, his voice was unimpressed as he asked, "And what exactly is it they want us to distribute? I'm assuming it's not pot, we already do that and it’s barely a five figure business a year. It ain't a six figure business a month."

"Crystal meth." There was muttering around the table.

Bigfella raised his voice, "We don't deal that shit! We've never dealt that shit, and we ain't gonna start now. Let's vote it!"

Jase breathed a sigh of relief, glad Bigfella hadn't been swayed by the promise of more money than their club had ever seen. Bigfella had clearly seen the danger of further talk when that much money was on the table.

He should have guessed of course. Bigfella hated heroin with a fiery passion, and there were certain other drugs he lumped in together with it -- crystal meth and crack were equally deserving of his ire.

The Doctor spoke again, "Of course, you're right, I just felt the issue should be brought to the table. All in favor of doing business with the Koreans say 'aye.'"

Only one man said 'Aye', and of course that man was Eag. Jase wasn't surprised, if there was one thing Eag loved it was pussy, and if there was one thing he loved even more than pussy it was money.

"The motion is denied." Bigfella looked around the table. "All right. Go fuck some bitches and drink some fucking whiskey. Jase, Brodie, stay here a minute."

Brodie sighed and caught Jase's eye. They both had things they'd rather be doing.

"Sorry boys. Brodie, I want you to clear this shit up with the Mexicans. Let them know we ain't doing shit with the Koreans. End this before it begins."

Brodie nodded. Jase could see the pride in Brodie's eyes. He'd only been brought up to the leadership council a month before, and this was the first time he'd been given a direct order from Bigfella on serious club business. "I'll get on it first thing boss."

Bigfella sighed. "Sorry Brodie. I want you to get out there tonight."

Jase saw Brodie look crestfallen. He knew exactly what Brodie wanted to be doing tonight. Or who, anyway. But of course he didn't, couldn't, complain. "Sure thing."

"Alright. Get with you."

Brodie pushed his chair back. "Later," he said to Jase and they bumped their fists together. "Keep Juicy warm for me?"

Jase laughed. "Uh-uh. That dirty girl's all yours brother. I'm stickin' with the sweetness."

"That what you calling her?"

"Maybe I am." Jase realized he quite liked the nickname. He'd have to start using it on Nicole.

When Brodie had left and closed the door, Bigfella turned to face Jase.

"Son, I don't think I like this."

Jase didn't like the sound of where this was going.