Beretta (MC#1)

Chapter 23- Him

I flinched as Prez banged his hand on the table. Shocked out of my blatant staring at Rose as she talked animatedly with Roadkill in the corner of the room. That's how it was now- no matter where she was, I would always be aware of her or searching for her. It's like I had this default mission to spot her as soon as I enter a room.

"Brothers settle down", Prez barks out then motions to his sister with a wave. Rose straightens with her hands on her chair.

"Firstly, you all must know that we have agreed on a small and undistinguishable tattoo. It will be unrecognizable to all but men of this club", Rose takes off her jacket and a prospect hands her a cold beer. But all of us are following the intricate tattoos on her arms; a chain of skulls and roses from her elbow up to her shoulder and maybe even further.

She bangs loudly on the table just like her brother and everyone sits right back in their chairs. Don pretends to not have drooled a little at the beauty of her ink and Prez laughs at his terrible act.

"Cane McCarty top fish in the outlaw world. Also known as Crow. The man who bought me as a killing machine", she leans further on her chair ignoring the looks from everyone. "He wants one thing- utter domination of the outlaws. What better place to start than from the outlaw motorcycle clubs?"

"But wouldn't he target the harder prey first- the mafia families?", Don asks clearly frustrated by the revelation.

"No, he wouldn't because he thinks top mafia leaders are dead. Killed by the only assassin skilled enough to bypass their security. Me. What he doesn't know is that they are simply underground, hiding and waiting for the right time"

"That's why he has taken over all the other clubs and kept us for last. He thinks I am dead", Diesel messes with his beard and tugs painfully at the hair. Yeah, he's murderous right now.

"He thought so. But he definitely made the connection and according to what Shadow and Ghost told me he definitely knows that you're alive. That man has spies everywhere", she says. I fall more for her at the definite weight to her words. A hard woman who knows how to earn respect. Because everyone in the room realizes the consequences of her actions. Actions she did to protect the club.

"You've gone rogue. Punishable by death", Roadkill rasps out. The rules were always plain and simple. Known by all part of this side of the world.

"But I'm an extremely difficult woman to kill. Even death hates me. So, it isn't taking me anytime soon; I'm right here to rain hell", Rose smirk evilly and it makes me want to kiss her. I hated that darkness, lived in it for too long and now I want to kiss the darkness. I think I'm going insane. 

Psycho shakes his head at her antics while Hound and Bulldog fist bump for some reason. Roadkill and Diesel look to be deep in thoughts. And Don seems to have a lightbulb go off in his head.

"Don't you think it's time to call our passive members?", he asks Prez.

"We'll put that to a vote. Brothers, all for calling in passive members of the Reaper's Disciples?", the majority of the men bang on the table meaning they approve and supports the decision. Biker culture, y'know.

"Now let's hear what Tank has to say. Go ahead, Brother", Diesel nods at Tank.

"We went on an unofficial visit of some ally clubs. Bacchus, Serpents, Cobras, Wizards. All have one reason for the takeover of their clubs. This Crow guy has legit dirt on them, like the real stuff. The one you pay the cops for, yknow", Tank scratches at his bald head. "He's paid more cops than the actual police department because that man is loaded and he can and has bought everything and everyone", Rose gets up from her leaning position on her chair and paces the remaining area. The prospects shrink back in fright of her fury clearly visible on her face. Tank follows her with his eyes as he speaks.

"Real CCTV of places that couldn't possibly contain a camera anywhere. Signed and stamped documents allegedly long burnt. They all know one thing for sure: there is a spy amongst them, and the men haven't slept easy since then. Crow has threatened their old ladies, their children. How could they sleep easy?"

"Do they know where this 'blackmail material' is kept or if it even exists?", I ask, standing up and grabbing Rose by the elbow to drag her back to her chair. The pacing is doing my head in. I rub my temples and motion for two beers for us.

"They've seen it on video and haven copies of the original documents mailed to their doorstep. As for where it is all they know it's  at his main database in some kind of underground warehouse where he has his main team. That's what I would do so that's very much possible but-", Tank looks hesitantly at Prez. "-the main reason he's so successful is because he's unpredictable. So, we could be totally off here. He most likely may already have dirt on us-"

"So, you're fucking telling me that you know absolutely nothing?", Prez snarls as he stands. Everyone collectively flinches at the loud slam his chair makes on contact with the floor. "Unpredictable? That's your fucking excuse?", Tank shrinks back in his seat as I inch forward to keep Diesel from pummeling his face. He looks that furious. "I don't fucking care if he is the god-damned Reaper himself! Get me something or I will break your fucking skull with my bare hands! you-"

"Calm. Deep breaths, D. Deep breaths. It's not his fault", Rose counsels with her hands firmly on his shoulder as Diesel closes his eyes and lets out a puffed breath, counting backwards. 10, 9......5,4,3,2-

"Church over!"

A/N:

Hi, guys. I might take a few more days for the next update because I'm going for a staycation at this resort. 

Anyway, happy reading!

Love, Jare