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Chapter Thirty-Three

Dr. Smile Opens His Eyes

T he table was quiet and somber. Tension filled the room thicker than the smoke from the joint Custer insisted on lighting. He helped himself to deep hits off the joint while the rest of the outlaws sat there with beer and whiskey. Each deep in thought. Each reflecting.

Cyrus found himself looking at all the empty chairs. The club could not function without a full table. They needed to figure something out.

“Should I start this, Prez ?” Linc asked.

“No, I’ve got it,” Cyrus said. He downed his shot of whiskey. “We all know why we’re here right now. It seemed like a quick and easy thing until you actually sit down to talk this out. A vote on Dr. Smile showing up is a vote that changes the club. It’s not something to take lightly. There are other forms of punishment. If we vote this, we have to ensure it’s all or nothing. I’ll talk to the other charter presidents and make sure it works for them too. This is the highest form of punishment. Dr. Smile is bloody. Painful. Worse than torture. We all endure. We all need to be reminded of what this club means and what this brotherhood represents. With that said, does anyone have anything to say?”

Monte raised his left hand. “I’ll let Darrow have my vote. That’s two for what he wants. What he needs. Fitz turned on all of us, but he really fucked up Mara’s life. Whatever you want, brother, is what I want.”

Darrow nodded.

“I second that,” Custer said in a frog-like voice. “Darrow, take mine too.”

“We have empty seats for a variety of reasons,” Cyrus said. “I think we can safely assume what Priest would do here. And we know that Fitz’s chair no longer gets a vote.”

“I give my vote to Darrow too,” Slade said.

“Same,” Linc said, raising his hand. He looked at Darrow. “I trust you, brother.”

Darrow swallowed hard. Now it was just down to Darrow and Cyrus.

“You sure about this?” Cyrus asked. “You’ll never get rid of this weight.”

“I appreciate everything, guys,” Darrow said. He stood up. “I think I should vote myself for a visit from Dr. Smile .”

The entire table exploded with shock. Everyone speaking at once.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Slade growled at Darrow.

Cyrus slammed his gavel down to shut everyone up. “Darrow…”

“It’s okay, Prez ,” Darrow said. “I want everyone to know the truth here.” Darrow took a deep breath. “Mara ran to me when she found out Fitz was the rat. I had her with me for a little bit before we came to the clubhouse. It wasn’t just some instant thing. I was keeping her away from everyone here. And the pregnancy wasn’t real at first. She’s pregnant now for sure. But before that… we faked it. Lied. Cheated. Did what we had to do. I would give up my life for that woman. I’ll get a visit from Dr. Smile for that woman. I just wanted you all to know that. I’m sick of feeling bad around here. This rat bullshit lingering around. I’ll leave so you can vote me first.”

Darrow made it two steps before everyone at the table stood up.

“Sit the fuck down, Darrow,” Linc said. “You think we give a shit about you getting your dick wet?”

“Who hasn’t fucked someone’s inked up old lady, right?” Monte asked.

“Who the fuck have you been fucking?” Slade asked.

“I fucked Ginger many times,” Custer shouted.

“You did what?” Cyrus growled.

“You fucked JC ’s old lady?” Linc asked.

“That’s right,” Custer said. “Never knew for sure if JC caught wind of it. She was a pretty thing, huh? Sexy. Fine. Her cunt tasted like sweet watermelon on a hot summer day. Just as wet too.”

“Jesus Christ,” Slade said.

“Okay, enough of that shit,” Cyrus said. He looked at Darrow. “It’s fine, Darrow. Shit happens. This club needs to come together and rebuild a little bit. There are fights out there, brother. SS13 . Rattlers . Yellow bunny on the streets. The way I see it, Mara wears your ink and is carrying your baby. What the fuck else is there to care about? Agreed?”

Everyone at the table agreed. They all sat back down. Darrow swallowed hard once again. He looked at the SOFRAW logo in the middle of the table. Burned into the table. A mission. A legacy. A purpose. A world on the outskirts of society. Where laws and lawlessness fully came together to form its own brand of justice as needed.

“I have your votes,” Darrow said. “I appreciate you all doing that for me. For Mara. For our baby. I have to take that away though. I can’t bring my personal life to this table. It doesn’t work that way. Here’s what I do know, brothers. We have a rat in our club. A rat at our fucking table. A rat who wanted to give us all up. A rat who got caught and then attacked another brother. Put him in a coma. If that doesn’t warrant a visit from Dr. Smile then I don’t know what does. My vote and all the votes given to me… yay .”

All eyes went to Cyrus. He was the final vote. The final say. He thought about it for a minute. Right now he could just simply vote nay and then go out to the old office and put a bullet in Fitz’s head. Just end it. That wouldn’t send a message. Cyrus nodded. He grabbed the gavel and held it up.

“We’re calling in Dr. Smile ,” the President of Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West said.

He slammed the gavel down and all the guys stood up. They all looked around at each other.

Dr. Smile… was on the way…

Before another word was spoken, someone knocked at the door. Cyrus curled his lip and nodded at Monte. He opened the door.

“I’m sorry,” Virus said, standing outside prayer, showing his hands. “I’ll take whatever beating I deserve for this, but it’s worth it. The phone has been ringing like crazy.”

“About what?” Linc yelled.

Virus grinned. “Priest woke up from his coma.”

There was no stopping the crowd of bikers from entering the hospital room. The nurses yelled. The doctors yelled. They called in security to try and stop them, but that did nothing. Virus picked up one of the security guards and launched him down the hallway like a football. Soon they were piled into the hospital room.

“Holy fucking shit,” Cyrus said, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning.

Priest was slightly sat up, his eyes open though. Blinking a little fast. Looking around. Completely disoriented.

“Priest,” Linc said. “You fucking wild man.”

“Someone get him a cunt to lick,” Slade said. “He needs his elixir.”

Darrow stepped closer to the bed. “Hey, brother, we got him. We got the rat. He’s chained up and waiting. We took a vote. Dr. Smile. ”

Priest’s eyes grew wide. He then smiled and started to nod.

“He’s really here,” Monte said. “Holy shit. He’s back from the dead!”

The outlaws all started to cheer for Priest. Once again doctors and nurses started to yell. More security began to push their way into the hospital room. This time they had police officers too.

In a matter of seconds, there was pushing, shoving, and Dolph was placed under arrest. That was followed by Custer and then Monte.

Cyrus cracked up laughing. “We’re getting arrested for celebrating our brother waking up from a fucking coma?”

“This is a medical setting! You can’t be in here like this! This is not safe!”

They all kept celebrating until one by one they were all put in handcuffs and led from the room. Cyrus was the last to get cuffs slapped onto his wrists.

He looked at Priest and nodded. “Welcome back to this side of hell, brother.”

“ Prez, ” Priest’s weak voice said.

“He’s talking to me,” Cyrus growled at the officer. “Let me talk to him.”

Cyrus threw a shoulder and knocked the officer away. He turned and looked at Priest again.

“What is it, brother?” Cyrus asked.

“Need… deecee ,” Priest said. “My cock… has never been so full…”

Priest smiled. The officer zapped Cyrus with a hand taser, making his legs go rubbery. Now all the bikers were out in the hallway. Each one in handcuffs. Nobody gave a fuck about that. They were all smiling, nodding.

“Priest,” Darrow called out.

“Priest!” Linc roared.

Monte, Custer, and Slade started to whistle. Just as Cyrus was about to start a chant for Priest, his mouth opened but nothing came out. A figure appeared at the end of the hallway. She turned the corner and walked with purpose. Wearing a skirt. Wearing heels. Walking so prim and proper, one foot in front of the other.

One by one, all the outlaws looked at the woman. Every one of them had no idea who she was. They assumed she was maybe a lawyer or something of that nature based on the way she dressed. She wore huge black sunglasses and her hair looked as though she spent four hours in a chair getting it done. Halfway between all the bikers, the woman stopped and took her sunglasses off.

“Hello, Cyrus,” she said.

Cyrus curled his lip.

“They said he’s awake,” the woman said.

She put the sunglasses back on her face and strutted toward Cyrus, then turned at the last second to go into the hospital room.

“That’s not good,” Linc said in half a whispering voice.

Virus asked, “Who the hell is that woman?”

Cyrus looked at the hospital room, showing all his teeth. And he answered Virus’s question.

“That woman… is Priest’s wife.”