A Wild Ride (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 7]

Chapter 5: Bullseye Motherfucker

Happy Friday everyone! Enjoy chapter 5! It was one my favourite to write.

~Blaze~

I don't know why the fuck Cash bothered calling me to church. It wasn't like he actually let me in the chapel for the meeting. My prospecting year might as well have been over, but I hadn't been voted in yet, therefore church was still unchartered territory for me. I itched to get behind that big wooden door. I was antsy with anticipation to finally be sitting at that table with my brothers. I wasn't sure why that validation was so important to me but it was. I wanted to be doing the important jobs, the ones that might be dangerous but were crucial to the Tribe's success and earnings. I was capable of doing a lot for this club, and I just wanted my chance to prove it.

For now, I was stuck with pouring a bunch of coffee into styrofoam cups so it was ready for the guys when church was over. I was a glorified fucking barista, but if I had sucked it up this long, I could handle a few more weeks. A little more bitch work wouldn't kill me, but fuck it was boring. I would've rather been at home with Murph, sleeping off the massive food hangover I had from yesterday, but when Cash called, he didn't make my attendance optional.

I had to admit, I was genuinely more curious than ever about what they were talking about in there. I knew it had something to do with our connection down in Mexico and was somehow linked to Maggie and that Owen guy, but other than that, I was in the dark.

Did the reason Maggie stayed away all these years have something to do with the cartel and the Tribe's drug sales?

It didn't sound quite right, but what else would link Maggie's return to a drug cartel in Mexico?

I fought the urge to ask Cash when I got to the clubhouse earlier, but then I thought better of it.

I was reminding myself not to go above my pay grade.

Stay in your lane Blaze, stay in your fucking lane.

Admittedly, part of my fascination had to do with why Maggie was involved in this at all. It seemed strange to me that killing her boss— a random shmuck who was dealing snow out of a little bakery in St. George had led back to Fernando and his guys.

What are you into Maggie?

I didn't doubt that with the shit I'd heard about her that this wasn't surprising to anyone but me, but clearly, the guys recognized something else was happening here too.

The chapel door opened and out came Cash, followed by the rest of my brothers.

"Prospect, tell me that pot of coffee is ready," Mick pleaded.

"Nice and hot," I assured, handing him a steaming cup.

It was safe to say, everyone was a little pissed off at this early call time, but it must have been really important for Cash to call everyone back here so soon. He wasn't a fan of early morning church, especially not when he had Nora back at his place waiting for him. I couldn't blame him for that. If I had a woman like Nora in my bed, I might not wanna leave it either.

"Alright, I'm gonna split," he announced, to absolutely no one's surprise. Cash didn't stay at the clubhouse longer than he needed to anymore. He was a far cry from the man who might as well have lived here permanently when I began prospecting. He had grown into the role of president, even if Mick hadn't technically stepped down yet. We all knew that Cash was now running the show, and he was good at it. Nora had a lot to do with it if you ask me.  Cash changed when he got with her, he became more of a leader.

"Doesn't your old lady ever get tired of you?" Mick teased.

Cash shook his head with a smug smile. "Nah, I keep her happy."