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Gia smiled as she put her arm around Riker’s waist and rested her shoulder against his chest. “Nothing more badass than beet colored baby shit, Riker.”
Riker let out a low laugh. “You could be right darlin’.”
Prosper ended the awards ceremony like he always did with a tribute to the Armed Services and a pledge to the flag. The crowd was just about to disburse into the yard to start up the bonfires and tap the kegs when a loud whistle sounded out through the microphone.
“Aww Christ.” Riker scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “Here we fucking go.”
Gia looked up at the stage where an obviously drunk guy had climbed up on the stage. He had a long greasy ponytail, a big beer belly and a Hells Saints Cut on. He was holding a beer in his hand and waving it in the air.
“Hells Saints! Hell Yeah!” The man bellowed out in slurred words. Then he did this odd jig across the stage that made him look like a demonic leprechaun. “Been with this damn club fifteen fucking years putting up with all you assholes’ bullshit. Where’s my fucking award? You ain’t got no damn award for me? But hey, how’s about I give you something instead?” Then he grinned with the malice of Lucifer, whipped out his dick and began pissing all over the stage.
A hush fell over the shocked crowd and for an instant nobody moved. Then all hell broke loose as every man wearing a Hells Saint cut galvanized into action and rushed toward the platform.
“Let’s go. I want you out of here.” Riker grabbed his wife’s hand and began to pull her towards the exit gate.
Gia pulled back and stood rooted to the spot as she watched the man with the demented smile run helter-skelter across the dais.
“Gia? You okay?”
“Riker, that man up on the stage. I know him. Well, I don’t know him exactly, but I’ve seen him before.”
“No doubt. That’s Drummer. He’s a brother. But won’t be for long. Not after this stunt.” Riker told her as he continued to move her away from the fray.
Gia kept looking back at the stage. Drummer, who still had his dick out and a huge piss stain on his pants had managed to avoid his pursuers by waving a nine millimeter haphazardly towards the crowd.
“Wait! Please Riker, listen to me.” Gia stopped him just as they were about to go through the gate to the parking area.
“I saw him. I was at this little out of the way rest area where I stopped to use the bathroom and I saw him.” She stood still.
“So, he stopped for a piss at the rest area, just the same as you did. Not sure why that’s a big deal, Gia. Come on, babe. Things have a way of going to shit real fast when the guys get riled up and they are definitely riled. I want you out of here and I’m not going to say it again.” Riker now had his hands on his wife’s shoulders, ready to push her out the gate if necessary.
“No. Riker! Will you stop it!” She twisted out of his grasp and said with insistence. “Drummer wasn’t there to use the bathroom. He was sitting at one of the picnic tables with an ATF agent. One of the ones that raided the house.”
“What?” Riker stopped cold.
“Drummer was sitting at a picnic table talking to ATF.” She repeated.
“ATF? You sure?”
“I’m sure. The agent caught my eye because he’s a ginger.”
“A what?”
“A ginger. It’s another name for a red-head. The agent I’m talking about has this full head of orangish- colored hair. Hard to miss. I saw them together sitting at a picnic table. I’m positive.”
Riker scrubbed his hand over his face. “Christ, Gia. Did he see you? When you saw him, did he see you too.?”
“He did.” Gia whispered fearfully. “And there’s more.”
“More?” Riker raised a brow.
“He was there at the accident, Riker. Hecausedthe accident. It was his motorcycle that ran through the stop sign and caused that poor boy to cross over the median and hit me. I think maybe he followed me, maybe he meant to cause the accident. Maybe he didn’t want me to make it home to tell you what I saw.”
Riker didn’t waste another minute. He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a key ring.
“Here, take the keys to the truck. Go home and stay there. Tell Dolly to stay there with you.” Riker put the keys in Gia’s hand. Then he lifted his chin to a recruit walking by. “Prospect, I want you to follow my woman home and camp your ass out on my front porch until I tell you otherwise.”
The Prospect sent Riker a look that said he was relieved to be doing something more agreeable than cleaning up piss, vomit, shit, or blood. “Sure thing. I’ll get my bike and meet her down at the gate, boss.” Then he was off.
