Blade: Havoc Outlaws MC

Chapter Two

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Chapter 2

"Blade get up you lazy asshole," Motor roars out, successfully waking the biker.

"What the fuck do you want," Blade responds his voice full of sleep.

"Church is in fifteen," Motor informs before walking out of the door he had just entered.

Getting up off the uncomfortable bed in his room at the clubhouse he heads to his closet to get a shirt. Throwing on a semi clean plain black T-shirt and his cut he head out of his room.

Church is a once a month or whenever there is an emergency occurrence, where all the patched in members meet, discuss and solve issues going on involving the club. Blade is usually the first one to know about the issues going on, being as he is the Vice President, but he was exhausted after his last ride out to Denver from Georgetown where he lives and his club is located. So what emergency Church is about he doesn't know, yet.

Walking into the room full of the bikers he takes a seat next to Psycho, the Havoc Outlaws President.

"Mornin' Sunshine," Psycho mocks.

"Morning Assface," Blade replies.

Psycho has been the Havoc Outlaws president since the death of his father Hammer. It was devastating what happened to Hammer, he was shot on the way out of "Golden Hours", the strip club owned by the club. Blade and Psycho caught the guy who killed him a few days after. It was a hired hitman, who hired him, they don't know. God willing to whoever they are when they are found.

"Okay, is everybody here?" Psycho shouts eliminating all other conversations.

The silence is his answer and so the meeting begins.

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"What do you mean this important meeting is about a baby shower?" Motor the enforcer of the Havoc Outlaws exclaims in disbelief. Being the enforcer is an important job. He's the main muscle technically and deals with whoever needs to be which is decided by the President.

"Cheryl is due in a few months and she has been hinting at having one, and by hinting I mean she cried for hours when I told her no."

At Psychos admittance the room bursts out laughing at his misery.

"Don't worry you'll all be helping," Psycho says with a big grin spread across his face.

Before anybody has a chance to say anything, there is a scream. Entering the main room, guns raised, the brothers look for a threat.

"Hey, babe."

All the brothers lower their guns with sighs of relief. It was just the lady they were talking about.

"What is going on here?" Psycho roars out.

Cheryl was standing above a terrified club whore with her fist drawn back, ready to throw another blow until she was interrupted.

"I was just informing Betsy here about the classic sandwich that she needs to try. It's called a 'Knuckle Sandwich'," replies Cheryl while getting up and dusting herself off. With a shit eating grin she stands.

"Anyway, I just came to let you know I'm going to the store to pick up a new body pillow," she informs and starts to walk out after planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Inches go with her," Psycho orders.

With a nod, Inches follows Cheryl out of the clubs compound.

"Church is over." He unnecessarily states.

After that announcement, all the brother disperse. Blade makes his way to the bar and orders a drink from the club whore behind the counter.