The Filthy Few (Iron Disciples MC) (20 page)

Back to the business at hand. I already know without asking
which method of dealing with the Outkasts he prefers; the bloody one. Shooter
will vote with him as well on this one. Just about any other time he votes the
way I vote, no questions asked. The debate is heated and at this point I have
no idea how the vote is going to go. If I was really convinced about taking one
side over the other I would have lobbied for enough votes to get my way before
even walking in the door. This morning I just walk in.

My brother is fidgety for some reason and he keeps glancing
around the room like he’s looking for something. Twenty minutes into the
meeting I have identified seven other brothers who are out of character. Like
my brother, they are…nervous. My brother and these guys are fucking nervous
about something. Are they worried about the upcoming vote? Not likely. So what
the hell is going on? Something is or I would not have put on my vest. I sense
something bad coming, no doubt about that. Maybe I’m jumping the gun here.
Maybe there’s no immediate problem. It could be the problem will happen during
a patch-over party or a raid on the other club; impossible to say.

The debate over the Outkasts problem is long and getting
downright boring; another unusual meeting. Most issues are put to vote in the
first twenty minutes. This one has been going on for almost an hour. Finally my
eyelids cannot stay fully open anymore. I am just too tired, and that’s why it
takes me so long to react when something really wrong does happen! Suddenly my
brother stands up, along with seven or eight other brothers and they all take
off their cuts. At first I think they’re quitting or just protesting our
decision. That’s when I notice that under the Disciples cuts they are all
wearing Outkasts cuts! They are fucking attacking us right in our own inner
sanctum. Then it’s chaos!

Guns come out and suddenly there are seventeen angry bikers
shooting it out like the OK Corral! It’s so fucking surreal that I can hardly
believe its happening. In fact I don’t even fire my first shot until the guy
across the table from me fires his first shot. He hits me square in the chest knocking
be back head over heels. I go down hard but the vest has saved my life. He
thinks I’m dead so he doesn’t expect my next move. I manage to hang on to my
own 9mm so I just aim and fire at his boots. The second he hits the floor I put
two into his face from about three feet away. The noise is horrendous! I have
been in a number of gun battles but have never had so many people shooting it
out in such a small enclosed space. It’s a fucking nightmare! Brother shooting
brother. Now I know why those guys were so nervous. They were about to betray
their brothers. None of them are getting out of here alive though. At the first
sound of shooting there’ll be a hundred loyal Disciples pouring into the
clubhouse. I can’t believe it. These guys are throwing their lives away to
switch with my brother to the Outkasts MC.

As I struggle to my feet bodies are falling around me. I’m
having a hard time breathing right about now and I feel like I’ve been caught
between the hammer and anvil. If my sternum isn’t cracked I’m gonna be
surprised. That fucking bullet would have gone clean through me if it hadn’t
been for the Kevlar. The instant my head clears the table a bullet hits the
hardwood surface sending painful splinters into my face and narrowly missing my
eyes. I duck and cover.

When I come back up the second time the door to the inner
sanctum is wide open. Two Outkasts are leaving through it. I bring my gun up,
focus, and squeeze off two shots in rapid succession; tap tap, your dead! The
guy on the right falls but the other disappears out into the main clubhouse. I
don’t feel bad at all about shooting an enemy in the back; not after he
betrayed his club. I hurry around the table and pause to see who I shot. I grab
his long brown hair and turn his face up so I can see him. It’s Stone, the
clubs treasurer. I remember his patching in party. He was a good guy. I wonder
what the hell happened and why he would betray his brothers. If I am going to
have any chance at keeping this club together I need to find out what caused these
members to turn and see what I can do to make sure no one else has any thoughts
in that direction.

Soon as I get out into the main clubhouse the picture
becomes clearer. Judging from the body count it looks like a number of Outkasts
came in from outside under the same disguise and my door wardens let them in;
why wouldn’t they?

The sound of gunfire continues outside but it’s sporadic.
The rest of the Outkasts that are in here are either dead or too close to death
to continue to fight. Looking around I see a number of my loyal brothers lying
dead in great pools of blood. There are three or four club whores that got
caught in the crossfire as well. So far it looks like the causalities are
limited to whores and the old ladies who were present are okay; physically that
is.

A few minutes later the gunfire stops, then the clubhouse
door opens and in walks Shooter, my Sargent at Arms and Smokey, our surveillance
expert. I’m gonna have some questions for him soon as the immediate medical
needs of the club are met.

Over in one corner, sitting on the couch are Morgan and
Stacy. They are both covered in blood and gore but appear to be unharmed.
They’re talking quietly to each other and watching the progress of the three
club nurses as they begin triage. I motion Shooter and Smokey to join me.

“What’s up boss?” Shooter asks.

“I need a body count on both sides. If you come across any
living Outkasts I wanna know about it. Smokey, I want you to do whatever you
can to assist the nurses in caring for our fallen brothers then later I’m gonna
be asking why this happened and why no one saw it coming.”

“Yes sir!”

“And Shooter, find whoever is left of my officers and get
them ready for an emergency meeting; at least the ones healthy enough to
attend.”

“On it!”

Now it’s time to check in on my old lady and her friend. I
grab two towels from behind the bar and a couple bottles of water. They’re
going to need some cleaning before they can even step out of the clubhouse to
go shower. As I get closer to them I see just how this whole mess has affected
them. They both look seriously shell shocked. This ain’t something they’re
gonna be able to shake off with a good night’s rest. The same goes for me for
that matter.

“Are you guys okay?” I ask as I walk up to the two stunned
girls.

“Do we fucking look okay?” Morgan asks.

“I meant are you injured?”

They both shake their heads so I open one of the water
bottles I brought and go to douse one of the towels when Morgan stops me.”

“Wait,” she says. “Can I get a drink of that? I can’t get
the taste of blood and vomit out of my mouth.”

“Here.” I hand her the other bottle and proceed to soak the
one of the towels.

She takes one last swallow and hands the bottle to her
friend so I can begin to wash her face. Gently I begin to wipe away the already
crusting blood and detritus from Morgan’s face. I start with her mouth. Her
full cherry lips never fail to get a response from me, even now with it covered
with another man’s blood. As gently as I can I wash her mouth then move down to
her chin then up to the rest of her face. In some places where the blood is the
thickest and driest it takes a lot of water and multiple wipes. Before long my
towel looks more red than white and has me wishing I’d brought another. This
will have to do until she can go home and shower.

I have been around some gorgeous club whores in my time but
they can’t hold a candle to either woman. Stacy is clearly more stunningly
beautiful than Morgan but it’s my old lady’s strength that makes her more
attractive in my eyes. Stacy also could use a once over with a towel and some
water but It’s going to have to be someone else! Just the simple act of washing
Morgan’s face is an incredible turn on. All the while I am washing off the
blood I can feel my cock straining against my pants. I’m in serious need of a
blowjob…or a cold shower. I should probably go for the shower. I need to be
100% focused in the meeting. Now that the traitors have been weeded out we need
to plan our course of action. If I’m going to convince the other officers that
a careful planned approach is better than a haphazard violent reaction, then
I’m going to have to reign in Shooter and Smokey and some of the younger
members. They’re all going to want revenge tonight and I can’t see that ending
up in anyway but a disaster like this afternoon. Now we’re short numbers,
weapons, and Intel.

Stacy and I just sit in the corner of the clubhouse numb
with shock and watching the proceedings around us. There’s the wounded and the
dead to take care of and a shit load of repairs that are going to be needed
around the club before it’s habitable again. Two hours later when Cade and his
officers wrap up their meeting and come out, I am surprised at the amount of
progress made in such a short time period. If I had no idea what happened and
just walked in I would think this is a pretty clean. Two things give it away.
The smell of gunpowder from the guns and the bullet holes in the walls and
ceilings. Oh, and the new cardboard fashion that about half the windows and mirrors
in the place.

When the doors to the inner sanctum open I look up
immediately. Cade is the first person out and he looks…well, relieved I guess.
I’m not sure what that’s all about but I hope he’ll fill me in soon.

“We’re going to do a patch over.” He says as he walks over
and takes a seat beside me.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s the smartest option and the less violent and less
risky option. We’re riding to Los Gatos in one hour.”

“We? Does that mean I’m coming too?” I ask, hoping that’s
the case.

“You’re my old lady are you not?”

“Yes!” I reply. I never thought being called an old lady
would be such a turn on.

“Stacy,” Cade says. “You need to come with us. It’s the only
way to keep you safe. You can ride with Shooter. He doesn’t have an old lady or
a girlfriend. We’ll be gone for a couple days.”

Stacy jumps at the chance. “Of course I’ll go.”

“Is it safe for her?” I ask. “I mean, she’s not an old lady
and I don’t want her to become a club whore…”

“Relax Morgan. This isn’t the first ride I’ve been on and
patch over parties are a riot!”

“Shooter has agreed to protect her,” Cade says. “As the
club’s new VP, he has the right to take her under his protection and no one
will touch her.”

“I kinda like that.” Stacy says. “He’s cute.”

“Yeah he’s a real babe.” Cade responds sarcastically.

“I’m serious!” Stacy proclaims.

“He gets the most pussy,” Cade says. “So I guess that’s
saying something.”

Stacy’s eyes sparkle. Is she going to turn into a real
wildcat now? I wonder. Ever since I met Cade she’s been showing me a new side
to her that I’ve never seen before. Maybe it’s always been there but I haven’t
been around to see it.

“So which one is he?” I ask, scanning the room.

“See the dude with the chaps over there next to doors.” Cade
says.

I follow his finger. He’s pointing to a butt ugly biker with
grey hair.

“What the hell?” I ask. “How does he get pussy?”

“Shooter!” Cade hollers.

 “What’s going on Pres.?”

“Cade you little shit!” I exclaim.

Cade laughs. “Hey, you gotta take laughter where you can
find it. It gets pretty fucking serious around here. Shooter,” Cade says to the
tall drink of water. “My cousin is going to be riding with you the next couple
days. Think you can keep your dick in your pants for a couple days?”

“Absolutely boss!”

The way Stacy is looking at the Disciples new VP I can tell
this is going to be an interesting road trip. But first I have some calls to
make. I have vacation time stored up for about three weeks worth. Time to call
in the chits. Stacy will have at least two weeks as well so Jason will have to
hold down the fort a Capital America while we’re gone sewing our wild oats.

“You two come with me,” Cade says, indicating that Stacy and
I should follow. “There’s a place you can shower and get cleaned up. The
brother who lives in the apartment had an old lady close to you guy’s size so
he’s got a shit load of nice clothes you can go through before we leave. You
can shop later for whatever else you want.”

He takes us out the clubhouse where it looks like a real
military compound. There are brothers everywhere and they’re all armed with
anything from pistols to AK-47’s. Everyone has a dead serious look plastered on
their face. They’re taking the loss of four brothers and one prospect very
hard. Near the back of the compound not far from the shop area are several
‘apartments’ that brothers use for periods of time depending on the need. We’re
welcomed by a guy about my age or a little older. He doesn’t have that hard
look that so many others have, even though he experienced the loss of his old
lady just a few months ago. Cade informs us that we have about 90 minutes to
get ready to ride. I can think of several things to do in the meantime.