Page 68 of Tinsel & Chrome

“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...

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“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.

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Two

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Emberly

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Hell yes, it’s Friday!