Sons of Mayhem 1

Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jase

Jase looked at Bigfella. "What's up Bigfella?"

He sighed. "I don't know Jase, I don't-fuckin-know. But something ain't right."

Jase sighed. He agreed. He wasn't sure why exactly, but he could feel it too. "What do you think is going on?"

"This shit with the Mexicans. It doesn't make fucking sense. Why the fuck would they target you in particular? You said you haven't even spoken to them in weeks."

Jase nodded. "Yeah. It's weird. I guess just because I'm a VP or something?"

"Then why not The Doctor?"

Jase thought for a moment before replying. "Well I guess he's higher profile, right? A fuckin' doctor at the hospital getting whacked would be major news. A fucking bouncer like me? Who'd give a shit, apart from the club?"

Bigfella clapped Jase on the shoulder. "Plenty of shits would be given. But I don't think that's it. Why the fuck would they be so upset over us doing business with the Koreans anyway? It doesn't make any fucking sense at all."

Jase nodded. "And there was one thing bothering me."

"What's that?"

Jase leaned forward. "Why'd they use fucking meth heads? They've got enough of their own guys. Why pay some incompetent white boy drug addicts instead of using their own men."

Bigfella nodded, his great mane of hair shaking as he did so. "Yep. Look Jase, I think someone's got it out for you. Thing is, I don't think it's the Mexicans."

Jase nodded. It hurt to admit it, but it seemed to be the case.

"Those assholes are still in the warehouse right? I know you spoke to them before, but I want them spoken to again. Spoken to hard."

With a grim face Jase nodded. He knew what that meant. The Doctor. With his medical training he knew better than anyone how to get information out of someone who didn't want to speak. That, and he was used to blood and screams from working in an ER. It was dirty work, but sometimes it had to be done.

"Alright. I'll let him know. Anything else?"

Bigfella sighed. "No. This is fucked though. Someone's trying to fuck with us, and the only person I like fucking me are slutty young bitches. I do not want to be fucked by the Mexicans. I do not want to be fucked by the Koreans. And I definitely don't want to be fucked by whoever-the-fuck-it-is fucking with us right now."

Jase almost grinned; Bigfella certainly had a way with words. But the situation was too serious for that.

"Now, I heard you brought some bitch in today. Good. Go fuck her and forget about this shit for a while."

Jase nodded. He wished he wouldn't refer to her as a bitch, but he knew that was just Bigfella's way.

They stood and hugged, clapping each other on the back, before Jase headed out the door. He left the older man behind, who remained sitting at the head of the table, his brow furrowed as he sat and thought.

***

Jase fought his way across the noisy clubhouse floor and then cursed. The Doctor was dragging away Red, one of the new pledges, from Nicole and Lucy. He hurried over.

"Are you girls okay? What happened?"

Lucy and Nicole exchanged glances and grinned. "We're good. We took care of it." They clinked their bottles together. Jase shook his head. Thank fuck for that.

"Give me a minute, I gotta talk to The Doctor about something."