Page 72 of Diesel's Perseverance
“I’m working on another plan,” he replied, hoping that would satisfy Viking, but he knew better. The biker turned away and glared at the Grim Henchmen’s booth.
“Why the fuck are you just standing there, asshole?” he yelled at Cano. “Are you buying those shitty T-shirts from a shittier club?”
“What the hell’s he doing?” Tank asked, suddenly right beside Diesel.
“He’s drunk, and he’s going to fuck everything up.”
Cano turned and looked at Viking.
“I’m just looking at all the booths. We don’t have any problems between us,” Cano said.
“You breathing is a big fucking problem!” Viking started to walk toward the booth, but Tank pulled him back.
“Shut the fuck up, dude. There are citizens here with kids.”
“I don’t give a shit! I don’t like this fucking asshole!”
Several members of Angry Disciples walked over in support of their president. Diesel glanced around and noticed most of the people checking out the outlaws’ booths and motorcycles were rushing away with their children in tow.
“Who’s the asshole in black that has Viking all riled up?” Tank asked.
“He’s the fucker who’s looking for Freddy. He’s a piece of shit who was stalking Myla at the airport when she arrived.”
“How’d he know she was coming here?”
“Someone told him,” Diesel replied.
“The mole?”
“Who else? No one knew but our club and the SD Chapter.”
“Damn. Who the hell is this fucker?”
“What’s going on?” Crutch asked. “Do you guys need any help? Demon and Iceman are right behind me.”
“Shit’s gonna go down,” Tank replied.
Diesel tipped his head to Cano. “I don’t want to lose sight of that asshole.”
“Is he a Henchmen?” Crutch said.
“Worse,” Diesel replied, his eyes narrowed.
Crutch shook his head. “Who could be worse than those pieces of shit?”
“That fucker.”
Crutch looked over at the guy. “Who is he?”
Before Diesel could answer, Demon came rushing up to the Insurgents. Banger was two steps behind him.
“We got some shit going down with the East Bay Dogs. Three of their members just showed up with ‘San Diego’ on their cuts’ bottom rocker,” Demon said, his fists clenched. “We kicked their fucking asses over this shit a year ago. They’re shoving it in our faces because they got back up from the Grim Assholes.”
The East Bay Dogs operated out of El Cajon, a city in San Diego County. The Insurgents’ SD Chapter laid claim to the cityandcounty of San Diego, which basically meant that they’d allow some smaller motorcycle clubs to exist as long as they didn’t wear “San Diego” on their bottom rocker. Over the years, the East Bay Dogs kept a low profile, but they’d been growing in numbers and turning more hardcore. They became a support group to the Grim Henchmen about three years before, and clashes between the East Bay Dogs and the Insurgents’ SD Chapter had been escalating.
“That’s bullshit,” Crutch said. “Didn’t they think we were serious when we beat their asses the last time?”
“Obviously not,” Tank said.
