“Then we kill the fuckers.” Bull just throws it to her straight. Dani nods her head in knowing and takes off to her room; my room. I wonder what is going on in that mind of hers; wonder if she thinks we really are the beasts her mother has been crying to her about. We are; I am.
“Shadow, Doc is on the way; 'til then, fill me in.” We sit around the wooden table where we handle club business. My arm is on fire, making it hard to focus.
“We were sitting around watching T. V.; Dani went up for the night; next thing...” Bobby throws his hands up in the air, “bullets came fucking flying into the side of the house. I grabbed my pistol and went toward the shit storm-“ Bobby stops short.
Bull points at me. “Where were you?”
“After I realized we were under attack, I went to make sure Dani hadn’t been hit. Must have caught the bullet when Bobby threw the door open.” I eyed Bobby. Fucker never feared death; always went running toward the bullets instead of away from them. Bull nods and looks back at Bobby to continue.
“They were shooting with pistols; I think five gunmen on bikes. That’s all I could make of 'em.” Bobby shakes his head, ashamed he can't ID who it was. He hated when he couldn’t deliver 100% to the club. He'll be drowning himself in cheap booze and worn out pussy for the next twenty-four hours.
“Pistols,” Bull repeats, astounded. “For a drive-by?” Usually, a drive-by is handled with fully-automatics; more damage and half the time. To use pistols seems amateur.
“Tell me more about the call you got from your mom.” Bull points at me again. I hate when he calls her my mom; bitch is not my mother, just a fucking junkie who carried me for nine months.
“Called me this morning saying she wants a kilo in coke or twenty thousand... if I didn’t deliver she was, uh...” I pause. She said she was going to take my new little girlfriend, but I'm not about to fucking tell Bull that. I’m not even sure how the junkie knows about Dani. She must have followed me around to insinuate that Dani is mine to even take; and that will raise questions about Dani and me. Her threatening me pisses me off to a whole other level; makes me see black .Throwing Dani into the threat, though, makes me feel something I can't even put a name on. All I know is Dani’s safety has become my number one priority.
“She was going to take something else, like the girl,” I finish, avoiding eye contact with Bull. I hate fucking lying to his face, but if he thinks I am after Dani in any way, he’ll kill me. Bobby eyes me suspiciously, he knows I’m lying. I hate that he knows me so well, no doubt I will be hearing it from him later. He’s worse than a bitch sometimes, always nagging me.
“Said she needed the money badly. Haven’t heard from the bitch in years; not since she put me down as an emergency contact after her junkie boyfriend and drug dealer,“ I scoff. I remember getting the call; the nurse said my mother was incoherent from a drug overdose and they needed to know if they could treat her. She was too fucked up to sign herself in, or some bull shit. I don’t know, as soon as the nurse said her name I told her to take me off the damn emergency contact list. I could care less if the bitch died in a fucking ditch; putting me on the list seemed asinine.
“What about Lady’s ex-boyfriend?” Bobby asks, to no one in particular.
“Could be. Might have found out she ran back here. Maybe thought he would put a club in his pocket, have them take out his witnesses.” Bull rubs his scruffy jaw again; that shit irritates me. “Hawk, we good on shipments and dues?”
Hawk gruffs under his breath before answering; bastard's mean as a snake.
“Have I told you we were off? We are still on for the drop in two days, supposed to call us tomorrow with the drop location,” he huffs under his breath again. Bull raises his eyebrows waiting for Hawk to answer his question. ”Yes, Princess, we are good on dues. See, that’s the problem with this club today, you get these pretty boys in here to do your-”
“Thanks, Hawk!” Bull cuts him off. Hawk gruffs, but continues his bitching under his breath. Only Bull could get away with that shit. If we did something like that... if Bull didn’t pistol whip you first, Hawk would break your fucking arm. Bobby knows.
A knock came at the door.
“What!” Bull yelled at the door, his body rising slightly with the force of his voice.
“Doc’s here,” Charlie says, poking his head in between the double doors. He isn’t allowed in the meeting since he hasn’t earned his patch yet. He's a good prospect, though; I’m sure he'll get it before too long; always gets the bitch jobs and never complains.
“Alright,” says Bull. “I will have Locks check into some local clubs, make sure we don’t have any problems...” Hawk raises up out of his chair and eyeballs him, pissed that Bull isn’t trusting his word.