Page 22 of Colton (Raging Barons MC #17)

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“Colton, I’m going to speak with Axel. You want to come with?” Web asks from my room doorway.

“This about your father?” I give Web a knowing look.

“Yeah, I want to speak with Axel about getting a restraining order against him. I don’t think my father is going to leave me alone.

Now he knows I’m with the MC, he will keep pushing for cash.

I’m not helping him Colton, he’s nothing but trash.

Treated me bad all my life, and now there is nothing I’d want to go back for. ”

I know Web’s kept in touch with his mother over the years, but even that was rare. “Web, now your mother is gone, you can cut all ties with him. How long is it since you spoke with him?”

Web rubs his chin in thought. “Got to be over ten years. Not since coming here and being a prospect. I honestly do not want any kind of contact with him.”

“Come on, I’ll go with you to speak with Axel. I reckon Forest will put a stop to it without you having to go through the courts.”

Standing behind Web, I wait as he knocks on Axel’s office door and we hear, “Come in.” As we enter, I close the door and stand to one side while Web speaks with Pres.

Drag and Buzz give both myself and Web a chin lift before they continue looking at paperwork on the second desk in the office.

“Okay, Web. What’s going on?” Axel, as always is straight to the point.

“As you know, Pres, my father came here and demanded to see me. I have not seen or had anything to do with him since I came here as a prospect. I want nothing to do with him. My mother had already paid for her funeral, so he lied about needing money for that. As far as I can tell you, he’s been gambling at Oscar’s Chips three towns over.

Maybe he has a debt, I don’t know, and I don’t care.

Would you be fine if I asked Forest for official help?

You know, to get him off my back.” Web fidgets a little.

I see Axel’s lip twitch with amusement, but he maintains his stoic self in the end. “We can either see what Forest thinks he can do, or we can do something ourselves. We have a nice place we can get rid of evidence, and I’m sure Nell’s gators will be up for the challenge of having an extra snack.”

Buzz chuckles, and I turn to see what he’s doing.

“I’d be happy to remove the asshole from the world.

He’s nothing but a piece of trash. You are far better without him, Web.

He’d just bring you down. Look at where you are now.

You have a business, working alongside Mensa, Roadrunner and Scott.

You’ve already risen above him in every way. ”

Drag nods in agreement. “You are a brother and have every one of us supporting you. Many of us have left family behind, as they are not family in the real sense. Blood doesn’t always make you family, actions do. Let us get rid of him if it comes to it.”

“Okay. But, I would like to try Forest first. If that doesn’t work, then yeah, let's give Nell a visit.” Web nods to Axel, and I follow him out of the office, having not said a word.

“You okay, Web?” I ask.

“Yeah. I reckon it could come to Nell’s, but I’m hoping he’ll just fuck off.” Web cringes a little when he says that, but I think we both know the asshole is going to be trouble.

Later in the morning I’m surprised to see Forest, Dep, Francis and Aaron arrive.

I’m watching from where I’m seated at the bar in the common room.

Axel is lounging in one corner with BS, Wings and Drag.

Meat appears from somewhere, and Forest takes a seat along with his deputies.

Heads get together and I’m seeing head nods, head shakes, along with grins or frowns.

Turning my back, as I don’t want to be seen as sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong. If I was needed, I would be brought into it. I drink the bottle of water in my hand and consider having another when I hear my name called. Turning, Drag beckons me over to their table.

“What’s up?” I ask when I stand at the side of the tables they are all occupying.

Wings leans forward and is the one to speak out. “If an order to stay away from Web doesn’t work, how do you think taking out his piece of shit father would affect him?”

Looking at Wings as I think on his question before turning to Axel.

“I have known Web as you all have, and I mean know as in his character. He is honest, reliable, and totally committed to the MC. His family hasn’t factored into his life in a long time.

He kept speaking to his mother but rarely, and that was in case his asshole father caught them speaking.

I would say he’d be happy with either option.

Have Forest tell him to stay away from Web, or hand him over to Nell.

There is no emotion there now. He has no love for the man. ”

Axel nods to show he understands what I’m saying.

Wings responds, “I agree. I’ve spent time with the Recovery Team at their place and none of them speak about family.

They are wrapped in the business and I have to tell you they do one fuck of a good job.

I know I mess around, but these four work hard and take everything seriously. ”

Forest speaks quietly with his deputies, and after he gets what he needs, he turns to the table.

“We’ll give him a warning, and if he contacts Web again, we’ll haul him to Nell ourselves.

I know who he is as we’ve pulled him in a few times.

Public intoxication, excessive noise, and disorderly conduct. I made up a few, too.”

Everyone chuckles at Forest’s admission, and the deputies smirk, which shows they have been in on the mess at times.

Dep shakes his head as he speaks. “I brought him in for being intoxicated and threw him in a cell. I waited until he was out of it, snoring like a fucking tractor he was. So, I poured a bottle of water over his dick and he thought he’d pissed himself when he woke. ”

The tales keep being told, and the atmosphere is light. We all know however, that Web's father is on borrowed time. How long that is, is totally on his own shoulders. Me? I’d take the fucker out tomorrow if given the opportunity.

I leave the common room when I notice it's time to go on recon with Target. I clean up and grab the Glock and Sig I keep. Then head to the destination Target messaged to me earlier.

Pulling up on my hog, I see Target is already here. He’s waiting with his rifle strapped to his back, and a large bag carrying other weaponry, I’m sure, in one hand. The truck he’s arrived in, he locks up and gives me a nod to follow.

I know better than chatting with Target on business. I’ve been told, and seen, he likes quiet when he’s working. Whether that is recon, as we are doing now, or working at the range with a client.

The mill is in sight, but quite some way off. No way will they be alerted to us watching them. Or hearing us discussing them. “What do you want me to do?” I ask Target, but I keep my voice down.

“You are going to watch them through the scope. Get used to being inactive. I want you to learn that you move not an inch of your body. Only breathe, slowly, in and out.” Target snaps together a sniper rifle from a case inside the gigantic bag, or what I would describe as a duffle bag.

I’m not sure what he calls it, but it is huge.

He hands it to me and points at a spot a little in front of us.

I hunker down, set up the rifle, and look through the scope. I make sure I’m as comfortable as I can get. I keep my trigger finger away from making a mistake, and before I know it I’m watching boys, as young as fourteen I would guess, walking in and out of the mill entrance.

My eyes only flick to Target, who is set up next to me. “Yeah, I see them,” Target states, but continues to look through his scope.

I keep watching, and it has to be over an hour before eight men arrive. They range from twenty-three-ish to forty. They are speaking to the boys, and it looks like they are giving orders. A beat-up truck arrives, and I mean it looks like it’s on its last hoorah. I whisper, “There you are.”

“Oh, yes, we see you,” Target murmurs.

Stefan Peters. He struts over to the boys, and begins shouting, pointing and eventually back hands one of them.

The force throws the boy to one side where he falls to his knees.

Stefan laughs cruelly, and I watch the reaction of the men.

All but one are smirking, but the one is not smiling at all.

In fact, he looks like he would love to take Stefan out.

“You reckon we might have an ally, Target?” I ask, as I’m sure he hasn’t missed what I’ve just witnessed.

“Maybe so, Colton. Maybe so.”

We watch for another hour and when I hear Target curse, I can’t stop myself from looking at him. “Look over there at the fuckers.”

I look to the right and follow where he’s pointing, and shit, dug in are Meat, Wings and Chaos. “Oh, what the fuck are they doing?” I mumble.

“Going to cause shit if we don’t stop them.”

Before I or Target can do anything, the three assholes jump to their feet and run full out to the mill, bellowing what you can only describe as a war cry.

Stefan bolts to the truck and leaves everyone else behind to fend for themselves.

The eight men turn and scatter to vehicles sitting around.

The one we noticed makes sure he takes some boys with him, but they won’t all fit into his vehicle.

He takes off and the few boys left run for all they are worth.

I feel sorry for them in a way because they have no idea that we are not the bad guys; they are.

Wings grabs hold of a boy, and so does Meat. Chaos is stomping around as he missed the opportunity to get himself one, and it looks like Wings is taking the piss out of him.

“Let’s pack up, Colton. They’ll take those two boys, and we’ll head to the compound. Nothing more to do here. I just hope that these three have not caused Stefan to move out of town where we’ll have to start again trying to find him. ”

Passing the rifle back to Target, he passes me the bag he took it from, instead.

Breaking the rifle down, I place it in its bag, and as I go to pass it to him again, he frowns.

“Colton, don’t be so dense. The rifle is yours.

A gift from Winter, Chaos, and me. You proved yourself worthy of a good rifle, so we decided to get one for you. Don’t make us regret the decision.”

I’m speechless and only manage to mutter a quick thank you before he’s on his way back to the truck he came in.

Back at the clubhouse I stay in the common room as I hear Axel bellowing at Wings, Chaos and Meat about fucking up opportunities.

Oh, now they are on punishment. They miss a month's pay, and they have to clear the perimeter of the compound. No weeds are allowed near the fencing. Now, it’s an enormous compound, and this could take them weeks.

At least they don’t have to do punishment like that other MC we’ve dealt with, where they have to wear frilly pink aprons.

Target walks into the common room and steps over to me. “I’ve reported to Pres. We’ll have some of my street people watch for Stefan going back to the mill. It could take a while, but if things stay cool, they may think it was just some fuckers playing pranks.

“I’ll keep my ears to the ground, too,” I state.

Opening a bottle of water, I take a few mouthfuls as Target walks out of the clubhouse.

I can’t help but think all this water is making me piss.

What is the point if I pour it in one end and shoot it out the other?

Maybe have to have another conversation with Stitch, about how many bottles of water I should drink because I’m feeling like I’m going to drown.

I watch the three idiots walk into the common room and then the kitchen. All without a word to anyone. The two boys are with BS, so I know he’ll be watching them closely. He’ll also be getting answers to his questions. He’s a damn good interrogator, and all without touching a person.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes.

A memory of Nyx as I kiss her and the soft moan she allowed to escape has me reposition my dick, which always seems to stand at attention when I think about her, or she gets near.

Damn, if she isn’t my woman, then I have a medical issue.

My dick springs to life whenever her name is mentioned, or even thought.