Page 52 of Sangre
Chapter Thirteen
Sangre tilted backthe folding chair until it hit the concrete wall. Church had been going on for over two hours, and he’d grown weary of all the yelling and pounding the brothers kept doing every time someone mentioned the Satan’s Pistons or the Deadly Demons. He figured there would be trouble with the asshole clubs in Sturgis, but with the Insurgents and Fallen Slayers willing to help, he knew the Night Rebels could handle any shit they threw their way.
“The more immediate problem is with those damn 39thStreet punks,” Diablo said.
“They need to stay the hell in Durango,” Goldie said, and the brothers whooped in agreement.
“You’d think the Los Malos fucks would be clamoring to do some shit seeing that we wiped out their strip bar in Silverado,” Chains said.
“They’re pussies now. We cut their balls off,” Paco answered, and the whole brotherhood roared.
Steel leaned against the wall, laughing, then when the noise died down, he pushed off and looked each brother in the eye. “They think Silverado is open now that the West Avenue Bandits and Los Malos are outta business. They also think each of them double-crossed the other. The Pistons have been itching to establish a smack trade in the south for a long time. There’s no fucking way I’m letting heroin anywhere in this area.”
Silence descended on the room as an air of sadness fell over the members. Paco clasped Steel’s shoulder, pulling him in a bear hug while the brothers lifted their fists in the air.
“We’re all with you, bro,” Sangre said.
“There’s no way we’re gonna let that shit get through,” Shotgun added.
Each brother voiced his support until Steel stepped forward and raised his fist. “Thanks, brothers. I knew I could count on you. Each of us is strong, but together we’re a fucking atomic bomb.”
The members rose to their feet, their fists pumping in the air as they chanted, “Night Rebels forever, forever Night Rebels,” over and over. After several minutes, they sat down, and Diablo came up to the front.
“Chains is monitoring the activities of these assholes.” He looked at Chains. “We’re in awe of your computer genius, bro.” The members clapped and whistled. “Brick, Knuckles, Patriot, and me are feeling out some informants in Durango and Silverado. We’ve gotta crush them before they make a move, but right now it looks like they’re not doing much but yapping.”
“Satan’s assholes haven’t forgotten what we did to them. I don’t think they’re gonna want to butt heads with us any time soon,” Muerto said.
“I agree, but we still gotta watch them. It’s when we get cocky and too lax that shit happens.” Diablo crossed his arms.
“Keep us informed,” Paco said to Chains and Diablo. “I guess that covers it for now. We need to take the threat of this street gang seriously. I’d like to annihilate them and the damn Pistons.”
“You may get your chance,” Sangre said, standing up. “There’s no way we’re gonna let any shit happen, so I think we need to allocate some funds to building up our arsenal. We took a hit when helping the Fallen Slayers out a while back.”
Steel nodded. “All those in favor of spending some of the club’s money for weapons, sayAye.”
“Aye!”
“Looks like you got the okay. Give Liam a call and arrange a date and time we can meet up with him in the next week.” Steel brought the gavel down on the wood block. “Church is over. Go forth and booze, fuck, and get high.”
The men guffawed as they pushed back their chairs and left the room. In the main area, Sangre went to the bar and picked up a bottle of beer and a shot of Jack. He walked over to an empty table and sat down.
“We got some major shit that’s threatening to hit the fan,” Army said as he joined him at the table.
“Tell me about it.” Sangre threw back his shot.
“What’s going on with the strip mall?” Jigger asked, pulling out a chair with his boot.
“Still getting the numbers together. I should have something concrete in the next couple of weeks. Chains is helping me gather the data.”
“I don’t know how the hell he can do all that computer shit.” Army motioned to the club girls who were sitting on the couch next to the wall.
Angel pointed at herself and mouthed “Me?” Army nodded and held up three fingers. Kelly and Lucy jumped up and followed Angel to the table.
“You gonna play with all three of them?” Jigger asked as he watched the women approach.
“Maybe later, but right now, I want some damn food,” Army said.
“What’s going on?” Angel said softly, wrapping her arms around Army’s neck from behind.
