Page 67 of Tinsel & Chrome

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. One fucker down, another fucker goes down. The other fucker on the carpet shoots at me, hitting my thigh.