Page 40 of Tinsel & Chrome

Frosty

Present day...

The clubhouse is rowdy, fucking crazy. The Brothers are fucking the club whores, and I’m chilling at the bar.

I flag the Prospect, and he brings me another beer. I take a long pull, turning to look at Ice. He’s going crazy with the club whores. I’ll tap one soon, but right now, I need to get fucking drunk to drown the memories.

The night we ran was brutal, one of those moments that changes your life.

My thoughts are on the past, the day that I patched into the Merciless Few MC and gained a family. The Brothers welcomed Ice and me.

I’m forever grateful.

That night, Ice and I went to Big T. The fucker was messing with a kid. Of fuckin’ course we killed him. We made sure that the kids never suffered again.

Today is our anniversary, fifteen years since we ran away. We showed up to Prospect, back then, the Prez Hard gave us a room to share. We took the GED test, and we Prospected.

Yeah, we earned it since we don’t talk unless absolutely necessary, nothing fazes us, and we keep everything inside.

Yeah, we’re fucking vaults.

After living in hell for so many years, the MC is heaven. At the time, we didn’t want to risk not patching in, so we kept our trap closed. We still do, but now we’re seasoned Men Of Mayhem, we do everything to take care of the MC, kill for it.

At eighteen, Sam and I patched in. My road name is Frosty, and Sam is Ice.

I pull out my cigarettes from my Cut’s inside pocket. I pull one out, light up, and inhale deeply. I exhale the smoke, making smoke rings. I stare at the smoke rings that travel up and dissipate.

“Frosty, let’s have some fun,”

Twix whines, leaning against the bar countertop, smiling.

I stare at her; she’s sexy and exactly what I need to take off the edge.

“Twix, come here,”

I growl, pulling her close.

“Frosty, let’s go to your room,”

She says, kissing my neck.

“No, I have to do a run so I’m fucking you here,”

I growl, pulling her up onto my lap.

“Fuck,”

Twix yells, resting her hands on my shoulders.

I move my hand up her short skirt and rub her flesh, and she’s fucking ready.

“Damn, you’re so ready for me,”

I growl, moving my hand.

I undo my jeans, grab a condom from my jeans. I tear the foil with my teeth and roll it onto my hard flesh. I lift her up, and bring her down onto my cock. She slides on, clasping me, groaning.

“Frosty, you feel good,”

Twix yells, moving her legs on my muscular thighs.

“That’s it, ride me nice and hard,”

I say, grabbing her ass. I help her move, and she rides my hard cock.

*****

Hours later...

Twix was good and all, but I don’t do fucking clinging bitches. I’m not into having any fucking relationship, so the bitches need to get used to it. It never fails, they want more, and it’s not happening. I don’t want more. I’m fucking happy single, living the MC lifestyle, and having the Brothers have my six.

I pull out my cigarette from the box and light up. I look over at Ice playing pool with the Brothers. I tap my fingers on the bar countertop. I need to decide whether to invest some of the money I have saved. I can’t have it in my room. The Brothers won’t take it, but you never know. I don’t fucking trust anyone, not a hundred percent.

You never know when they will turn on you.

That’s all anyone has ever done in my life in Foster homes, except Ice. The Brothers have been good, but a little mistrust is good.

Right?

I have to always be ready because you never know.

Perhaps I should ask Midas; he’s the MC’s treasurer and has developed software for investments. That could work.

Nitro walks over to me and looks around the clubhouse at the Brothers.

“Prospect, get me a beer,”

Nitro yells, sliding onto the stool next to me.

“It’s time for the run. We need the fuckers to go down.”

“Yeah, the fuckers should be drunk, so it should be easy,”

I say, nodding.

“Brothers, get ready to ride out,”

Kevlar says, walking up.

“Nitro, you’re in charge, so don’t fuck it up!”

“All good,”

Nitro says, nodding.

I take a pull of beer, looking at the Brothers.

“Text me when it’s done,”

Kevlar says, walking away.

“Let’s get gone,”

Nitro says, looking at me.

“Yeah, I’ll get the Brothers,”

I say, pushing off the bar stool.

“Great,”

Nitro says, taking the beer from the Prospect.

I walk over to the Brothers playing pool and lift my chin.

“It’s time,” I say.

“Right,”

Shooter says, nodding.

“Okay,”

Midas says, resting the pool stick against the wall.

“Ready,”

Ice says, lifting his chin.

We walk over to the bar, stopping next to Nitro.

“We’re ready,” I say.

“Brothers, it’s time to go,”

Nitro says, walking out of the clubhouse.

I walk out with the Brothers, and we get on our bikes. We ride out of the clubhouse onto the road, driving in the middle of the night. It’s a full moon, and the clouds drift, covering up the moonlight.

It’s perfect night to get the fuckers, West Side San Jo Boys. The little shits are like a fucking mosquito, buzzing around. For being a small crew, they’ve been causing a lot of shit, but last night, they broke into the warehouse. They took the guns and drugs. Thank fuck, it was a small amount since we had already delivered most of the shipment to the buyer.

But’s we’re not letting the fuckers off, fuck no. The West Side San Jo boys went too far. Now it’s time to stop them, like forever.

We ride down the street and pull into one of the many abandoned houses. The entire block consists of homes that are empty; only a handful are occupied. The small old houses need to be demolished.

It's late, so it’s quiet, and we get off our bikes. We walk over to the house at the end. That’s where the fuckers are. It’s a small crew that messed with the fucking lion.

What were they thinking?

I walk to the back of the house with Ice and Midas. We wait for the Brothers to kick the door. We kick the back door and rush inside with our Glocks ready.

Ice rolls on the floor, and shoots a fucker running towards us. I run to the other side, and shoot at the fucker that’s aiming his gun on Nitro. His fucking head explodes like a watermelon.

Fuck!

I rush down the hall in search for more fuckers. Some fuckers are playing cards in the bedroom, but they’re pushed off their chairs when they see me and hear gunshots.

I shoot at them; one rolls onto the ground. I shoot at the other two as they move to pull out their guns. fucker down, another fucker goes down. The other fucker on the carpet shoots at me, hitting my thigh.

“Fucker!”

I throw the table over, and take cover; we shoot at each other. I look around the table, and shoot, but I miss. I have to get to the fucker. I fucking push the table to distract him, and push up ignoring the pain in my leg. I aim and shoot the fucker between the eyes. I ran out of the room to help the Brothers. The other rooms are clear.

I walk down the hall and into the small open living room and kitchen.

“Clear,” I say.

“Fuckintastic! Let’s get our shipment, and then we light it up,”

Nitro says.

I tear off a piece of my t-shirt and tie it around my leg to control the bleeding.

I’m fine.

I help get the shipment, and then we set the small house on fire, light up the sky.

*****

The next day...

“Motherfuckers, Church is now in session, so shut the fuck up,”

Prez Invictus growls, looking around the table.

Invictus was voted into Prez when Hard was killed at the MC’s bar. It’s been a few years, and the MC is doing great.

I lean against the chair, leaning my arm on the armrest.

“Brothers, the raid was successful, and we got most of our drugs and guns from the little shits. They’re never going to mess with us! That sounds a strong message to all of the other fuckers,”

Invictus says, pressing his lips tight.

“Brothers, you did a great job keeping on the down low,”

Kevlar says, nodding.

“Brothers, the toy run for Christmas Joy run is also working with the po-po’s Christmas fundraising. This is the opportunity where we show the motherfuckers who we are. I want you on your best behavior,”

Invictus says, pointing his finger.

“Brothers, this is happening in a few days. We’re all participating, and so are the fucking po-po,”

Kevlar says, raising his brow.

“VP is going to send out the schedule, and I want you all to fucking show up, do the fucking run! Motherfuckers best be on your best behavior,”

Invictus growls, lowering his eyelids as he looks at us.

“Will do, on it, yes, of fuckincourse, hell yes,” we yell.

“Fuckers! Don’t forget to take care of your scheduled MC jobs. We have lots of fucking money to make. We have some guns that we need to do a run,”

Invictus yells.

“I’ll send the text to the Brothers that will be doing the run,”

Kevlar says, pulling his beard.

“Fuckers, Church is now adjourned! Give No Quarter,”

Invictus growls, looking at us.

“Show No Mercy,”

we yell, pumping our fists.