Page 24 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Yeah. They’re looking into it on the LA side.”
The Insurgents MC, including the San Diego Chapter, allied with the one-percenter Angry Disciples MC, rivals of the Oakland-based Grim Henchman MC. The East Bay Dogs operated out of El Cajon in San Diego County and were a regional club with links to the Grim Henchman and claimed one-percenter status.
“Sounds like you got a rat among you,” Hawk said.
Iceman jumped to his feet, pushing his chair back so hard it hit the wall. “Yeah, we got a fucking rat. A brother who is a piece of shit.”
An eruption of curse words punctuated by a loud pounding on the table filled the room, drowning out the gavel. Many members stood up, fists in the air, nostrils flaring, baring teeth. Banger leaped to his feet, the gavel’s hammering rising above the anger in the room.
“Calm the fuck down,” Hawk yelled.
There was a scraping of chairs and shuffling of feet as the members sat down. A lot of grumbling echoed through the room.
“It’s infuriating and sad when a brother turns rat, but we gotta detach from our emotions.” Hawk looked between Demon and Iceman. “Any idea who it is?”
Both men shook their heads no.
“We gotta smoke the fucker out,” Rags said.
“And when you find him, I wanna be there when he dies a slow death,” Rock said.
An eruption ofwhoopsand hollers filled the air. Once again, Banger slammed the gavel several times on the wood block.
“Does everyone in the club suspect it?” Banger asked.
“Not really,” Demon replied. “It hasn’t been brought up in church. Panther, Jagged, Iceman, and me are the only ones who’ve discussed it. The last two deals went through without a hitch, so we think the fucker is laying low to avoid suspicion. He got a little too greedy and did too much, but he’s pulled back a bit.”
“Sounds like he’s a dumbass. Who the hell makes it obvious that something’s not right for eight damn months?” Diesel said. “And who are these gangsters you’re talking about?”
“Not too sure yet. Bastardo from the Angry Disciples is going to update us.”
“We’ll need names.”Maybe one of them knows of Peter Cano.It was a long shot, but it was all he had at that moment.
Demon nodded as his eyes slid from Diesel to Banger. “Do you want Iceman and me to step out?”
Banger stroked his beard for a few seconds. “I didn’t know what the whole situation was. Panther didn’t fill me in, telling me he didn’t feel secure talking about it in the clubhouse or on his phone. Now I can see why. I’m sure I’m talking for all the brothers when I say”—he glanced at Hawk and then met the eyes of each Insurgent—“we don’t need to discuss shit. We’re behind Panther and Jagged all the way. You got our help in whatever way you need it.”
A roar of applause burst from the brothers. It shook the meeting room and reverberated from its walls.
Demon and Icemen held up clenched fists. The sound of boots stomping and scraping chairs bounced around the room as all the members stood up, tattooed arms held high, chanting, “Insurgents forever, forever Insurgents” over and over.
After a while, the room quieted down. Iceman and Demon stood together, facing the brothers.
“We appreciate the help,” Demon said.
Iceman opened the door, and the two men walked out as protocol dictated.
“Betraying a brother is the worst thing a member can do,” Diesel said through gritted teeth.
“It’s the worst, and it’s something we’ve been through before,” Banger said. “We’ll get him, and he’ll get what he deserves.”
Hawk pushed off the wall and stood in front of the table. “Considering the shit that’s going on with the San Diego Chapter, we need more brothers to attend the rally over there. I know Throttle, Rags, Diesel, and Smokey are planning to go, but we need at least eight other members to make a presence. I’m sure the El Cajon fucks are gonna be there along with some Grim assholes.”
A rustle of chuckles rippled around the room.
“I’m in,” Animal said.
“Me too.” Shadow seconded.
