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“He cut me! He took a knife out and cut me! Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Drummer cut me.” Daisy was shaking violently, her eyes had started to roll back in her head and blood was everywhere. Jules reached she was about to collapse to the floor, by the looks of it she had already begun to go into shock.
“Call an ambulance!” Jules yelled out as he threw Diego a cell. Then he called out to Reno to put pressure on the knife wounds while Jules covered her and began to treat her for shock. Riker took off at a run towards the bunk house. As he ran across the year, fireworks thundered and lit up the sky. The club was celebrating Saints style, clueless as to what was happening just a few feet away from them.
Riker entered the kitchen house and hesitated just outside the hallway that led to the bunker wing. He moved carefully and quietly. He wished that he had stopped long enough to grab a firearm but with the way he was feeling, he figured he could bring that fucker down with his bare hands anyway.
Riker stopped just outside Drummer’s room. The door was slightly ajar and there was the sound of sniffling coming from the room.
Soundlessly, he kicked the door slowly open with the toe of his boot.
Drummer sat in the middle of the room. He was naked, shivering, and covered in shit and blood.
He had the barrel of a nine- millimeter pressed under his chin.
“I fucked up, Riker, I fucked up bad.” He sniveled.
You mother-fucking piece of shit, you bet you didRiker wanted to shout out to him. But his next thought was that he had to stop Drummer from killing himself. It was too painless, too quick, too easy, and something that Drummer did not get to decide.
“Heybrother.” Riker choked that word out. “We all fuck up.”
“Not like this. Not like this.” Drummer whined between sniffles.
“She’s gonna be okay.” Riker told him. Even as he said it, Riker had his doubts that Daisy was ever going to be okay.
“Who?” Drummer looked confused.
Who? WHO?
“Daisy.” Riker snarled out. “You cut her up pretty bad.”
Drummer huffed and tried to focus his bloodshot eyes. “Yah? You like that Glasgow grin? Cut the bitch from the corners of her mouth to the ears? perma-smile. Next time a brother wants her to take it up the ass, she’ll be smiling the whole damn time. I did the boys a favor by slicing her up.”
Drummer let out a high pitched giggle that made Riker sick, then he took the gun away from under his chin and began to wave it around in the air.
“I fucked up with the club. Sold my brothers out for thirty pieces of silver. I am a fucking Judas Iscariot.” Drummer whined.
“We’ll go to the boss, together. You tell him what you gave up to the feds, we’ll figure it out and it’ll all be good. What you give us will put the end of the shakedowns and you’ll be a goddamn hero.” The words tasted like poison in Riker’s mouth.
“Yeah, yeah.” Drummer’s eyes filled with less crazy and more cunning. “That might work. You helping me out now ‘cause I helped you out, brother?”
“What did you do to help me out?” Riker’s jaw clenched, and he clamped down on his teeth so hard, he felt his back molars crack. He moved slowly and deliberately. Drummer still held the gun in his hand and was punctuating the air with each word.
“Tried to get rid of that bitch who’s going around telling everyone that kid she’s carrying is yours.”
Riker moved towards him. “Yeah? You sure it wasn’t because she saw you talking to ATF?”
“Yeah, well there is that too.” Drummer said casually as he held the gun pointed at Riker’s chest. “But you just wait. That mob bitch is gonna fuck up your life in ways you didn’t think possible. Just like Deirdre fucked up mine. That cunt has been wishing me dead for years. Even talked me into taking out a life insurance policy on my damn self. At the time she said it was on account of the kids, with the lifestyle and all she wanted to make sure they’d be taken care of, but now I see that for what it was. She knew somewhere along the line some asshole would do me in and ….cha cha ching! Bitch would be able to collect on that. But insurance don’t pay if it’s a suicide.” Here Drummer cackled merrily. “You’re gonna find a way to kill me anyway for causing that accident. Even if I kill you first, the club ain’t gonna let me get away with selling them out and I’m too old to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. But if you think I am going to let that ass bitch ex -wife of mine benefit from me being gone from this world? Not fucking happening.”
Then Drummer put the gun to his head and blew his brains out.
It was a few moments later that Riker entered the clubhouse. It seemed like hours and hours had passed, but in reality, it was just a few minutes. Jules and Reno were still on the floor applying pressure to Daisy’s wounds. The pile of blood soaked towels was growing exponentially as they attempted to staunch the flow of blood pouring out of her shredded face and prevent her from going into further stages of shock.
Riker gave a dazed glance toward the monitor on the wall. One of security cameras situated on the outer perimeter had picked up an ambulance, a firetruck and a cruiser heading towards the club house.
Riker was bleeding from one ear and there was what looked like gray matter and visceral blood splattered all over him.
“Drummer’s dead.” Riker explained to the stunned room. “Blew his own brains out.”
“Holy shit.” Reno shook his head as the sirens sounded out closer and closer.
