🎵...ALL MY BROTHERS GOT THAT GAS AND THEY ALWAYS BE
SMOKIN' LIKE A RASTA...🎵
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FRASER
"Don't you dare to come to this meeting, Vixen. I fucking mean it."
"Why the hell not!?"
"You fainted at the sight of blood. That never happens. So you are not coming and risking your and our child's lives. I can take care of the issues arising without worrying when the next time you got cross-eyed and drop on the floor."
"Fuck you!"
This is one of the rarest times that I have heard Lethal...well not being Lethal. As they keep arguing, the only thing I can do is laugh. Hell, I even forgot the name he called himself when he took me in. The same year Mad Dog got kicked out of the clubhouse. This is the same Lethal who punched me in the face to relieve himself from his intense anger hoping I would punch him back.
The crazy and unstable Lethal was now almost a father...Fuck.
"What the fuck are you doing here listening to them like a creep, Reaper?" Turning back I am welcomed by a scrawl. Foxy's face to be exact.
"Hey, I am talking to you! Don't you have a meeting to run?" Her scrawl deepens when she sees me still laughing.
I look back to where Vixen and Lethal now kissing against the wall. Guess the meeting will have to be postponed for a while.
"I came here to remind Lethal of the meeting," I tell her with a wink. "But oh look, they are busy making another kid."
She also looks past me and sighs. "Fucking pervert. Let them have their moment and let's go. It's important."
I have every fucking reason not to listen to her whinings. But the look she gives me is what makes me follow her to the office. In the way, the new dancer steals a kiss before Foxy can stop her or me. But the moment we are in the office everything crashes down. Hawk is already sitting with his head down and his hands shaking. Now that I look at the other people on the room, every one of them looks tense and somehow angry. Even the bar is almost empty besides Scar cleaning up with a bored look.
"What the hell is going on?"
Rather than answer, Tucker walks up to me his hands mixed with blood and thrusts one of those fancy letters in my hand. There's a marking over the letter and if I'm not mistaken it looks like some kind of official papers.
"The fuck is this?" I ask again.
Hawk pulls himself up and I notice his hands are still shaking. I have never seen him this freaked out. Looking around I see Xavier with bloodshot eyes taking a gulp of beer. Even Ginger is looking at me in despair.
"It's starting again." It's Rider who answers. I'm not sure what he means when Hawk adds. "Another Serpent is dead, Reaper. I don't know what this means but hell if I'm ready to lose my brothers or sisters again."
It's starting again. Did he mean that another massacre around the clubs? Again?
My blood boils at the thought of some lowlife thinking they can take anything from us. "Who was it, Hawk? Who the fuck dared to touch a Serpent?"
"I don't know. I got a call from Bob, he was trying to say something urgent. When I reached there, he was already dead. And there were numbers on his forehead. He was number twelve. It's been the twelve murder in the Southside in this week." Hawk hides his face looking away. I know Bob was his best buddy. Fuck, this is going to take a toll on him.
"And what's this letter? Where's this came from?" I'm already ripping the envelope up when a voice stops me.
"Why the fuck there's blood on the entrance of the club?"
Lethal.
He looks murderous. No, murderous will be less of a what he looks like now. He could have set the world on fire by the look of his hazel eyes. Foxy is quick to look up and explain the shit that's happening again.
"Prez, we got Bob's dead body an hour ago. There was marking of twelve on his forehead, the number of murder in this town. And then Tucker got this letter-" She grimaces looking at the letter in my hand. "Already in the entrance. There's something wrong with the whole incident-"
He's already reaching for the letter before she can finish. His jaw is tense when he rips open the envelope, more aggressive than me. I don't know what he reads in there but I know it's going to be a fucking problem. Shit! Bob was dead and we have none to kill.
"Reaper." I have only now heard him calling my name. His eyes promising not only murder but something else. Revenge, vengeance, you name it. "Get ready for a war. We have got a fucker to rip to shred. Fuck...he's out. He's out to get us because of Snip-"
He stops just at that I can't help but blurt out. "What? Who's out?"
"Lorenzo. The fucker escaped a week ago. No fucking wonder murder started again in the town." Lorenzo? I watch carefully for a reaction over the Serpents and to my surprise none of them seems surprised like they knew he would be out anyway. "Shit! Vixen is..fuck."
There's no question how fucking worried he is over the club at the same time over Vixen. She's pregnant. A weakness any fucker will just love to use against Lethal.
"Lorenzo sent that letter?" Foxy asks narrowing her eyes at the offended piece of paper. He shakes his head, crumping the letter with his fists.
"No. Funny thing is not only us are in danger but the whole underground and other civilians. The cops think he's in Southside. So they are sending one of their own in our club."
"Prez, what?" I could have laughed if the situation was not serious. A cop sending their own in our club? Who to say they didn't just want to raid our club? "This...This is a prank, right? How the fuck-what the hell did they write?"
He laughs, choking on a bitter irony. "This is from an FBI agent, Reaper. It was a direct order to take the agent as our own. If not, they really would burn our club to the ground. So it's either that fucker kills us all or we all go to jail. Pick your option. Not that I have much to offer."
Jail or dead? Fuck, what sounds scarier?
Ginger steps in first. "We will agree to whatever you decide, Prez. As always."
Hawk also nods. "Just as she said. Whatever you want."
Lethal's eyes meet mine. And I have never seen him this desperate. "I know you will do whatever I decide but anyone have any regret-"
"I'm in." I try to erase the uneasiness of every fucking thing that's happening but my voice has never come out this strong. "I'm in, Prez. Whatever it takes."
"In unity, there's strength!"
All the Serpents yell their agreement. Every one of them is ready to take the fucker down. So am I. I can already feel a grin forming to the think of punching the little shit out of this town to jail. Lorenzo has been a pain in the ass for a few years anyway.
Judging from the way Lethal is looking, he can't stop himself either. His grin is too close to a snarl when he informs about the cop. "Agent Becker will join us tonight. The director requested we teach her our ropes and take her as a Serpent for the time being the fucker is out. He said it will be like a deal. She's not hurt, we don't go to jail. Fucked up deal, but as we all agree, we will do anything to save our skin."
He keeps talking but all I can hear is her. The cops sent a girl alone? To a biker club, they know nothing about? The fuck were they thinking?
I'm almost startled when I feel a hand on my shoulder. My gaze drifts around me to see all the Serpent leaving the room and Lethal staring at me with purpose.
"Prez, you wanted to say something?"
He sighs, shoving his hand to keep the unruly hair from his eyes. I think he even starts to walk out but something makes him turn. When I thought he would just leave, he surprises me with a rather gentle tone.
"I-I am sorry I didn't appreciate how much you have taken over the club business in absence of Snipper before. I'm fucking proud of you, brother."
He turns and heads back to probably deal with the cop coming here. But I can't get his words from my head. I'm fucking proud of you brother. In other words, he's proud of what I have become. More than just a manwhore prankster. And, I think-
So am I...