***

The Red Ladies are the life of the party as usual when they are here. Dizzy commands the room with her presence. The fact that she is one of the very few I have not fucked from the lady chapter astounds me. She is gorgeous. Anyone with eyes can see that, but my brother had her one too many times for my liking. Lucy and Salt are two of my main repeats. Salt, damn that girl can fuck, but Lucy is more passionate whereas Salt is straight hardcore, rough sex fucking. No connection with her. I’m always down for a good fuck, but with Salt, it is sex and only sex. I like a little emotion and feeling to my sexcapades. Meaningless isn’t something I enjoy.

“Sniper, what’s up, brother.” Rowdy slaps me on the back and snatches my bottle of whisky.

Rowdy is as his name says. He is the rowdiest motherfucker in the charter and he happens to be from our New Mexico chapter. He smells like ass, looks like ass, and his behavior is that of an asshole. His name should be ass. Straightforward fucking ass.

“Not much, Rowdy,” I slur. Maybe if I act too drunk he will go the hell away and bother someone else. I don’t want company. I am not sitting by my fucking self for the hell of it. I want to get wasted and fucking go to sleep without thinking. That is all I goddamn want. Is that so hard for some of these fuckers to understand?

“Not talkative, eh?” He chuckles.

Oh for the love of all my guns, go the fuck away!

“He’s moody today, Rowdy. Come visit with me.” Dizzy laughs. “I might spray ya down with my perfume, but I’ll be a friend for ya.”

Take the bait, dude, or I’m afraid I might put a bullet into your knee, brother.

Dizzy’s looks win him over and he walks away to go be with the lovely little black swan. I am able to save a bullet. Dizzy has always been pretty good at reading signals. She must have spotted my ‘I am gonna shoot him’ expression from across the room.

“Yo, you ain’t gonna give me a kiss, man?”

You got to be kidding me. Now I have to deal with Roger? I don’t fucking think so.

“Hey man, I got some shit I gotta do. Catch up later, yeah?” I trudge my way over to bar for another bottle before making my way to my room to drown and pass the hell out.

***

Chapter Eleven

Sniper

“All right, listen the fuck up,” my brother shouts and my hands fling up to cover my ears. I’m fucking hung-over and not ready to be on my bike all day to scout for Hispanics.

“Red Ladies, you’re here to help guard the compound with the older members of Breakneck. Got it?” he orders.

Great. Just what I need. Lucy around to stir up more shit for my friendship with Piper. Fanfucktastic.

I fucked myself by drinking too much, and even though I know it won’t screw up my game while we’re out looking for these fuckers, I will be a miserable fucking bastard to be around. Godspeed to my brothers left dealing with my ass.

“Got it, Prez.” Dizzy salutes.

The bitch isn’t in the military. The women of our charter are great, and any other day I would find that shit funny as hell, but not right now. It annoys the fuck out of me. My age has caught up with me, and my tolerance for hangovers gets worse by the day.

“Great…” My brother trails off, and it is apparent I am not the only one sick of our present company. “Brothers, each of my men are assigned with a group of you, and you guys will be heading to a different section of town to look for these fucktards who pose a threat to my club and my goddamn town.”

For the first time in my life, I am fucking grateful to be my brother’s sergeant-at-arms. His group will no doubt be a quieter group because these brothers of ours, when they are in town, love to kiss ass. All chapters want to kiss the ass of the President of the entire Breakneck in hopes of one day getting transferred or to lower their dues. The Master Charter rules all of the chapters, and even though each chapter may have their own set of rules, they still have to follow The Original Charter’s beforehand.

“You see anyone who looks like a Cartel member, you shoot the motherfucker in the head without fuckin’ blinkin’. Understood?” my brother growls. “I want this problem fuckin’ eradicated.”

The sound of magazines clicking into chambers echoes around the room, and Braxxon progresses with his orders as the brothers prep and listen at the same time.

“My wife has to be left undisturbed by this bullshit. She’s on bed rest, and the women, and that includes the Red Ladies, are the only ones that are to go and talk with Winter. She’s got a whole list of instructions she has to follow, and this bullshit is one of the many things that can cause a miscarriage. Don’t make me regret callin’ you fuckers for help. Got it?” he threatens.

Lord, let’s get this shit over and done with. I want to shoot some idiots and get my life back under control.

“Let’s roll,” he finishes and we make our way outside towards our bikes. When I climb onto my lady, I see Piper and Jinx at one of the picnic tables. Piper turns her head and gazes at me. The look on her face hits me with an invisible brick to the stomach.

I don’t wave because it would be pointless. She is too angry with me to even care to wave back if I did. Being one of the members with a heart fucking sucks during times like these, and when most of your brothers know you wear your heart on your sleeve, it makes it harder to hide shit that you are feeling.

“Earth to Sniper, my brother, you good?”

I turn my head to look at Braxxon and straddle my bike, while I give him the look that says, ‘fuck off’. He knows what the hell is wrong with me. He is my brother by blood. He likes to give me shit, and now is not the time to give me fucking shit.