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“Go on.”
Keys leaned, folding his hands together on the table. “John Stevens was an attorney. A criminal attorney, to be exact. He worked high-profile cases, defending the scum of the earth. His clientele was a list of every bad actor you can think of. From child murderers to serial rapists. The man defended anyone who could pay. One of his clients is Alejandro Vasquez.”
No one moved.
When we learned it was the Vasquez Cartel that ordered the hit on our club five years ago, the remaining club members and several residents along with Justin Conroy and a few other first responders went hunting. The Vasquez Cartel didn’t just kill club brothers that day. They slaughter mothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews. Several of which had grown up in Lawton and the surrounding towns and had families that still mourned them today. We eventually found the cartel deep in Mexico, where we murdered all of them, even the women and children. We took the proverbial eye for an eye to heart and made damn sure there wasn’t a single genetic line to spawn a new generation.
None of us talked about what went down those dark days in Mexico. We just did what we needed to do, but for me, it was more than that. What I did still haunted my nightmares some nights. What I did, if my brothers ever found out, they would never forgive me for because in the end, I did exactly what the cartel did.
There was a pregnant woman there, hiding in a closet. I knew it was wrong. I should have walked away, but all I could see was what they did to my Katie.
When I was done with the woman, she was unrecognizable.
All of us were after that day.
In the months and years that followed, I tried to forget the fear in that woman’s eyes, but I couldn’t. I still saw her sometimes in my dreams. Even after five years, there are days I can still see her scared face, hear her voice begging me not to do what I did.
What we all did.
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I asked. “Why does fucknut’sclient list matter? Don’t care if he represented Ted Bundy. Fucker is dead when I get my hands on him.”
“It matters because there is a lawsuit about to make its way through the federal appellate court, claiming that all the members of the Diamondback M.C. snuck into Mexico and slaughtered Mexican citizens. This Alejandro Vasquez is demanding that our federal government bring our club to justice and pay restitution to the families and the Mexican Government.”
“You got to be fucking kidding me!” Monk roared. “Those sick fucks wiped us out. Killed our brothers, the women, and children and they want us to pay them!”
“According to the lawsuit, Alejandro says it wasn’t his family. He claims we unjustly slaughtered them because of their race.”
“What the fuck!” Whisper shouted. “I’m fucking half black and Pakistani. Jesus Christ, there isn’t a single pure white blooded man in this room, except for Kansas. Fucker is so white he shits snow!”
I grinned, flipping Whisper off as Widow added. “That claim is bullshit. No one in this club has a racist bone in their body. Apparently, this asshole doesn’t understand the meaning of brotherhood.”
Raising my hand, I halted all arguments. “What evidence does he have, Keys, because he can’t just bring a lawsuit like against us without some sort of proof?”
“From what Storm found out, Alejandro Vasquez has a blood sample that he claims belongs to one of us.”
“That’s bullshit. We were all covered. We made sure of it.” I stated, remembering how I took a page out of my father’s handbook before going down to Mexico. Every one of us, including the civilians, dressed in all black. Hell, we even wore masks and colored contacts.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Whoever’s blood he had, it wasn’t ours.
“Could it be one of the civilians, maybe one of the responders?” Pence asked.
“Possibly. We’re going to have to inform Justin about this. He can reach out to those who also went. We don’t need this shit. Our plates are full. What does Storm say?”
Keys sighed. “Not much. He’s trying to get a sample of that blood. He said once he has it, he can easily rule you out, but he wants samples from everyone who went that day. As for the lawsuit, he doesn’t think it will amount to much because if the U.S. Government sides with Vasquez, that opens the door to anyone harmed by an American citizen.”
“Okay, keep us posted. Anything new, call a meeting. We will all be here. In the meantime, I’ll call Justin and he can ask the others. Until we know more, it’s business as usual. Got me?”
My brothers nodded, agreeing.
Fuck, this was a clusterfuck.
Nine
Kali
I was happy.
