Skulls

Two

Skull

Skull gritted his teeth as he stared daggers at the man before him, beaten and bloody; with the same blood that now coated his fist.

"I'm going to ask you again," he paused, "What are you doing on my property?" He asked.

The man before him that Skull hadn't been able to recognize, only spat out blood in response to his question pissing Skull off more. Said man had been caught sneaking into their shed in the dead of night. Of course, Skull had been notified as the cameras he'd installed picked up on the thief and here they were, an hour later, with the intruder on his knees before the President of Skulls MC.

Skull looked down at him before chuckling lowly, "So be it," he muttered.

Skull had broken his jaw moments later before his VP, Killer, put a hand on his shoulder, "He ain't gonna talk now, Skull— best leave him for tomorrow night,"

He grunted a response, his vision never wavering from the man before him bound in ropes, his head leaning forward, looking towards the concrete floor he was kneeling on. Skull hadn't broken him yet, but he sure as hell was going too— that shed wasn't just any shed, the contents within it was on a need to know basis with a select few of the men in his club and Skull needed to who'd disclosed that sensitive information, so he could take care of it, as soon as possible.

When Skull finally let the words of his VP wash over him, he grabbed a towel that was hanging on a nearby chair and wiped his hands.
"Move him," he ordered to two of his men who were standing towards the back, "No one is to visit him until I see him tomorrow night, got it?" He yelled.

There was a series of yes' before Skull departed with Killer by his side.
"Do you think it's—"

"It better not be," Skull cut him off, "If I find out King had anything to do with this then all bets are off and this time he won't be able to beg his way into a truce,"

King, or Kristen Coleman was the President of the Scorpions MC, a rival motorcycle club that was also situated in Oakley. The two clubs were sworn enemies and had been causing problems for the regular townspeople ever since King had declared war on Skull when he'd wrongfully accused Skull of killing two of his men. The bad blood between the two groups had only recently come to an end a year ago when King had begged for a truce, seeing as most, if not all of his men had been beaten and or killed.

The town had been peaceful ever since, except on Friday's when the two MC's would congregate at a bar on seventh avenue, Pixie's. The place was shared half and half between the Skulls and the Scorpions and was known to be rowdy especially since fists always ended up being thrown. For twelve months, the truce had held up, no one from either MC had had contact with one another but Skull had a feeling that something had changed and the bloody man on his property was testament to that. Of course, he wouldn't outright accuse King, Skull had to do his research first but it was only a matter of time before he learnt the truth, and he was going to learn the truth.

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Skull yawned lazily the next morning as he fixed himself scrambled eggs, his leather club jacket on his back as he picked up his keys after eating and headed to the door. His house, was a ten minute drive from the clubhouse that most, if not all of his brothers lived in. The compound covered ten acres of land, with the clubhouse in the center, the three sheds towards the back and the garage for their motorcycles and other equipment towards the front.