Axle: Savage Skulls MC Vol. 1

Chapter 16

The roaring sounds of motorcycles rang loud inside Cathedral. Harper and the girls already had breakfast made. Axle was drinking a cup of coffee at the bar awaiting his fate that was about to walk through the front door.

And just as that thought crossed his mind, Viper busted through the front door with the rest of the Vegas charter of the Skulls marching right behind him.

"I didn't realize Viper had that many members," Priest mumbled, "I'm seeing a lot of nomad patches."

Axle barely placed his mug on the bar counter when he heard the heavy boot sounds quickly approaching behind him. He spun around on the barstool to be met with a hard fist to his jaw knocking him over onto the floor.

Considering Viper was Prez of the Mother Charter, he outranked Axle and every member in the room except for Irish. There was nothing Axle could do but take the brunt of Viper's anger.

If it were any other member, Axle wouldn't hesitate to fight back, but this was different, not just the ranking, but he felt as though the beating was deserved.

Viper pounced on Axle throwing a few more punches before his enforcer Stone pulled him off. Priest and Capone helped their Prez off the floor.

"Viper, get your shit on lock." Irish hissed approaching the scene. The elder stood between his nephew and Axle. "You two have some problems to address, but you're going to have to table that shit until after we find my niece." "Is that understood?"

Axle nodded, wiping the blood from his mouth. Irish looked over to a fuming Viper. "Is that understood?" Irish reiterated giving a harsh tap on Viper's shoulder. "Yeah, uncle...understood."

Irish scanned the room. "Everyone out except for officers."

Axle nodded to his member to leave the room. Viper did the same. "We'll go check on Maddox and gather more supplies," Bas said.

"What the fuck happened to your leg?" Capone asked Shakespeare, who let out a slight chuckle. "This fucker started shooting up the clubhouse in El Paso when he heard your Prez claimed his sister," Shakespeare began explaining, "Ricochet bullet."

"You heard about that." Axle grimaced. "I told you nothing escapes me...nothing." Viper gritted back, squeezing the arms of the leather chair he was sitting in.

"Pipe down...that's a different conversation for another time." Irish groaned. The elder focused on Axle. "Now what the fuck happened."

Axle told them everything, from the embezzlement, Beast, the LOH, Bianchi, and the Cartel.

Viper jolted from his seat and began pacing back and forth. "Why in the hell are you just now telling us this!" He shouted. "What the fuck were you thinking?" Irish asked in disappointment.

"I was going to tell you when we had confirmation, but then Charlie got kidnapped!" Axle yelled back.

"We didn't know about Beast until yesterday." Priest chimed in for more clarity.

Irish looked at the surveillance photo Spook had. "How was the LOH running heroin across the border?"

"Surfboards," Spook answered with a slight smirk. "Sorry, what?" Viper's Sergeant at Arms, Viking asked.

Irish started laughing. "That's an old trick, but clearly it still works." "Your dad and I did that a few times, running shit from Baja for a brief moment."

"Dad never mentioned you all ran drugs over the border." Viper stated. "As I said, it was for a brief moment." "It wasn't a habit we wanted to pick up," Irish explained.