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must have bled out from a bullet wound.”
“Oh God,” I said. “You mean he’s gone.”
“Yeah,” Bruce said as he put on his cut. “I got to get down there.”
“Okay,” I answered. “I’ll follow as soon as I can.”
“Just go to the clubhouse Lila,” he said walking out the door. “Don’t stop at the hardware store.”
I knew he didn’t want me to see the carnage, but I’d likely see enough of it from the outside. What the hell happened? Who would shoot up the store and kill Frito in the process? It sounded like a rival club, but the SODMC didn’t have a beef with anyone. Yes the club sold stolen cigarettes and alcohol, but the big money was in drugs and guns, something the SOD didn’t deal with. Too much death and destruction in that game. Which is why this made no sense. I got dressed and flew out the door to the clubhouse as fast as I could.
*****
As I drove by the hardware store on Broad Street, the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance punctuated the horrific sight in front of me. Glass from the front window lay in shards on the sidewalk. As I drove slowly past I could see police officers inside the store, likely looking for evidence. I didn’t know if Frito was still in there or inside the ambulance at this point. It didn’t really matter…he was gone either way.
I pulled into the clubhouse parking lot where members stood around their bikes, smoking cigarettes and discussing what the hell just happened. I walked into the clubhouse where I knew most of the old ladies would be.
The chatter was loud as soon as I opened the door. Several of the younger girls came running over to me.
“Lila, do you know anything? Is Frito dead?” Asked Merci, one of the newest girls dating Cig. She was thin with short brown hair and big brown eyes. She wasn’t like some of the girls who would come and go. She was a smart cookie and I hoped Cig didn’t screw it up.
“Yes hon, he is.” I answered as I walked into the room.
“Oh no,” several of the old ladies replied in unison who were listening.
“We all need to stay calm for our men,” I said entering into the center of the bar area of the clubhouse. “They have enough on their minds without us adding hysterics to the mix. They’re out there right now taking in every bit of information the cops will give them, then I’m sure they’ll hold a church meeting. It’s best for us to stay busy. Let’s get some coffee made and start working on breakfast.”
I knew no one was hungry after hearing about Frito, but I find it’s better to keep women busy than for them to sit and wring their hands. So we ventured into the kitchen and started cracking eggs and chopping green peppers for omelets.
Not long after we started Natalie, Elijah’s old lady and wife, came into the kitchen. She and Elijah were married a year ago and she was six months pregnant. I liked Nat the moment I met her and knew she was a good match for Elijah. She was a big girl, not like the stick thin girls that populated the clubhouse on the weekends looking for a tattooed biker to call their own. While she might have a few more pounds on her, the curves just wouldn’t quit. I thought she was more beautiful than the rail thin girls who couldn’t understand how Elijah would end up with someone like Nat. What they didn’t understand was these burly beefy bikers liked to grab a handful whether it be tits or ass.
Nat and Elijah were out of town for the weekend and hurried back when one of the club phoned them with the news.
“Lila, how could this have happened?” Nat asked as she raced to my side. “My heart is breaking.”
I gave her a hug and walked her out of the kitchen to a table in the bar. She was six months pregnant and she didn’t need this kind of stress.
“I don’t know what’s going on Nat, but if I had to guess it’s retaliation for
“Oh God,” I said. “You mean he’s gone.”
“Yeah,” Bruce said as he put on his cut. “I got to get down there.”
“Okay,” I answered. “I’ll follow as soon as I can.”
“Just go to the clubhouse Lila,” he said walking out the door. “Don’t stop at the hardware store.”
I knew he didn’t want me to see the carnage, but I’d likely see enough of it from the outside. What the hell happened? Who would shoot up the store and kill Frito in the process? It sounded like a rival club, but the SODMC didn’t have a beef with anyone. Yes the club sold stolen cigarettes and alcohol, but the big money was in drugs and guns, something the SOD didn’t deal with. Too much death and destruction in that game. Which is why this made no sense. I got dressed and flew out the door to the clubhouse as fast as I could.
*****
As I drove by the hardware store on Broad Street, the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance punctuated the horrific sight in front of me. Glass from the front window lay in shards on the sidewalk. As I drove slowly past I could see police officers inside the store, likely looking for evidence. I didn’t know if Frito was still in there or inside the ambulance at this point. It didn’t really matter…he was gone either way.
I pulled into the clubhouse parking lot where members stood around their bikes, smoking cigarettes and discussing what the hell just happened. I walked into the clubhouse where I knew most of the old ladies would be.
The chatter was loud as soon as I opened the door. Several of the younger girls came running over to me.
“Lila, do you know anything? Is Frito dead?” Asked Merci, one of the newest girls dating Cig. She was thin with short brown hair and big brown eyes. She wasn’t like some of the girls who would come and go. She was a smart cookie and I hoped Cig didn’t screw it up.
“Yes hon, he is.” I answered as I walked into the room.
“Oh no,” several of the old ladies replied in unison who were listening.
“We all need to stay calm for our men,” I said entering into the center of the bar area of the clubhouse. “They have enough on their minds without us adding hysterics to the mix. They’re out there right now taking in every bit of information the cops will give them, then I’m sure they’ll hold a church meeting. It’s best for us to stay busy. Let’s get some coffee made and start working on breakfast.”
I knew no one was hungry after hearing about Frito, but I find it’s better to keep women busy than for them to sit and wring their hands. So we ventured into the kitchen and started cracking eggs and chopping green peppers for omelets.
Not long after we started Natalie, Elijah’s old lady and wife, came into the kitchen. She and Elijah were married a year ago and she was six months pregnant. I liked Nat the moment I met her and knew she was a good match for Elijah. She was a big girl, not like the stick thin girls that populated the clubhouse on the weekends looking for a tattooed biker to call their own. While she might have a few more pounds on her, the curves just wouldn’t quit. I thought she was more beautiful than the rail thin girls who couldn’t understand how Elijah would end up with someone like Nat. What they didn’t understand was these burly beefy bikers liked to grab a handful whether it be tits or ass.
Nat and Elijah were out of town for the weekend and hurried back when one of the club phoned them with the news.
“Lila, how could this have happened?” Nat asked as she raced to my side. “My heart is breaking.”
I gave her a hug and walked her out of the kitchen to a table in the bar. She was six months pregnant and she didn’t need this kind of stress.
“I don’t know what’s going on Nat, but if I had to guess it’s retaliation for
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