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PROLOGUE
Raider…
My club became part of my family before we even sat down to our first meeting. All my brothers have been best friends since we started school, some of us since we were in diapers. The only new blood is our prospects and even they know at least two of us in one way or another. The Righteous Arms MC is well respected in our community and we stay active in most things going on in our neighborhood. We are security for our locale when there is no one else to turn to.
We aren’t an outlaw club, nor are we what some call weekend warriors either. Our club doesn’t run guns, drugs, or demean women. We don’t need to compensate women to entertain our brothers. Some of us do have wives and old ladies, but they’re there because they want to be, not because they have no choice. We don’t have club girls, twinkies, or anything else you want to call the women who satisfy the brothers in most clubs. We respect women in our club. We don’t want the drama. We want the ladies and families to feel welcome in our clubhouse.
We have day jobs within the club. We have construction crews, two garages for cars and trucks, and we own three sets of apartment buildings and some rental houses. The club’s intake of money each month keeps us in the black, with plenty left over for other investments that give us all plenty of money. We have a genius, Black Web, who is not only our intel brother but also is into buying stocks, land, and has a golden touch when it comes to making money.
The one thing I swore when I started this club was that we would never be like the club my so-called dad has, and we’ve done just that. The only similarities are we do security details for reputable people and businesses. All clubs do this same thing, so I am assuming his does as well. We also believe in brotherhood. I have never met the man and I don’t know who he is, but I know I want nothing to do with him. I don’t want our club to be anything like his. A deadbeat dad is not a man.
Some of us have done a short stint in the county lockup, but none of us have been to prison. There are no drugs in our clubhouse. We don’t have a wife, girlfriends, and an old lady. We don’t abuse the children in our club and no brother walks away from their responsibilities. What we do have is a brotherhood. We respect each member of this club and each family member. Anyone who messes with any of our members or family members will find themselves dead. Anyone selling drugs in our community or abusing their spouses or children will find themselves the same way. Those were our solemn oaths when we started the club, and it will remain the same until the day I die.
I will be a man who my mom can be proud of, not a man like my father. He left a pregnant girlfriend to fend for their son. That’s the type of man that I will never be. If the time ever comes that I’m blessed with a family, I will never walk away from them. I will protect, provide for, and love them with everything that I am.
1
Raider…
The Three Stripes Brotherhood have struck again at the high school. There were three more overdoses in the high school and two in the middle school. The youngest of the five children was only eleven years old. It’s what brought us to church this morning. The Brotherhood needs to be stopped now before the high school, middle school, and this entire town are taken over by drug addicts. That will be the end of Kings City. We’re a small community and not everyone is financially stable. Drugs run rampant, even though we try our damnedest to shut the drug houses down any way we need to. We run the drug dealers out of town or no one hears from them again.
Kings City is a small town. It’s more like a community. That’s why we decided to put our clubhouse here. The cops who come out here are useless most of the time. We have one small grocery store, a diner, a gas station and the post office. Our police station is run by an older, overweight, bald man that has been the chief of police for twenty years. His chief deputy is his son, who is a bald, overweight thirty-something, who couldn’t run after anyone for more than five minutes. Thankfully, the only crimes in Kings City in the last ten years have been at the hands of the Three Stripes Brotherhood. That was before we were ever a club. They’re the gang that started selling drugs here. The more we dispose of the gang members, the more they keep growing in numbers. They are just one of the reasons we formed the Righteous Arms MC—to protect our community from this gang.
We have a high school and a middle school which are on the same campus, and one grade school that also provides room for preschoolers. We don’t even have a library in town for the children to check out books. We don’t have a mayor or a firehouse. The closest fire station is fifteen miles away. It’s a volunteer fire department for both the next community over and our small town. Some of our brothers are volunteers there and the rest of us step up when needed.
The closest hospital is twenty minutes away in the town of Midtown. We have no doctors’ offices or dentists. To say our small town is small is a bit of an understatement. Midtown is where my mom lives. It’s where my club brothers used to live, growing up along with me.
I realize everyone is waiting for me. I bang my gavel.
“Everyone knows why we’re here. The Brotherhood has been selling drugs in Kings City. We have warned them what would happen if this happened again. The youngest child who died this week was only eleven years old. They need to get the hell out of our town. You know what our next step is. It’s not the way we normally handle our affairs, but it’s time we do what’s needed. Anyone opposed to the consequences we must dole out to run them out of town?” I look at my brothers.
“I want to reach out to Law and see if he can give me any information on how things are going in St. Angel City. I don’t like going in blind and any type of information is better than none,” Black Web says as he looks at me the entire time. Law is part of an outlaw club. We don’t do business with them in any way. Law and Black Web were once upon a time related by marriage. I have warned Black Web to not say anything about the club to Law.
“You know my position on doing anything with the Rival Sons MC. Rage isn’t to hear anything about our club that he doesn’t already know.” I stare into Black Web’s eyes to let him see my anger. I will never alter my opinion of Rage, the president of the Rival Sons MC, or his club. The man runs his club with an iron fist and he shows no mercy to anyone. I don’t want our club to be associated with that kind of club in any way.
“Everyone knows how you feel about all outlaw and one-percenter clubs. It’s not breaking news,” Buzz, my best friend, speaks up.
“No one is asking for this to involve Rage or his club. Black Web just wants to talk to his cousin, Law, in the family kind of way,” Lit, my VP, adds.
“No one except my parents knows I’m part of a motorcycle club. How would that look for my snooty parents to have it spread around that the judge’s son is in a club like this? My parents are judgmental and condescending and will never give any of their friends something to talk about behind their backs. They would never tell anyone, including family, that I’m in a motorcycle club. That includes ex-family members. Law and I get along and I can ask him without causing any red flags to go up. I can just say I came across the name of the Brotherhood during some research for my next book. He knows the type of books I write and my pen name. I let it leak to him one night when we were both shit-faced over our damn parents’ interference in our lives.” Only the club officers know about Black Web writing books about the social injustice of stereotyping all motorcycle clubs the same way. Black Web is deep and his favorite pastime is doing research. We don’t associate ourselves with any type of other motorcycle clubs. We try our best to stay on the right side of the law unless we need to protect ourselves, our family, or anyone that is being bullied or mistreated, and it’s evident that their abusers won’t back down. The only answer to that is that we back them down by any means necessary. Black Web is the one that did our research on motorcycle clubs and names before we founded our club. Our type of club has no title or type. We have our club’s name copywritten as well as anything that has to do with the club. We locked that shit down. It’s just like any other business, but it’s more important to us because this is our family. I see what Black Web is saying, but I still don’t like it.
“Black Web has a point. Let him feel the guy out. If he doesn’t like what the guy says, he can back out of it, so Law is none the wiser.” I can’t let my hang-up interfere with something that might help our club. I look at Smooth, who is talking.
“I want you to go with Black Web for backup. He can wear a wire so you can hear what’s being said. If you think Law is the least bit suspicious, then get Black Web out of there. If Law has done his homework, then he should know you two have been best friends since school. You have a reason to be around him.” I turn to look at Black Web. “If you feel anything off or the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, then get the hell out of there. Smooth is only listening in for a second set of ears and to be sure that you set the meetup at one of our locations.” I don’t like this at all. I don’t trust that club. A lot of smaller clubs who have dealt with the Rival Sons MC have ended up dead.
“You’ll see, he’s not like that. He calls me his goody-two-shoes cousin.” Black Web thinks he’s reassuring me, but he’s not. I would never believe that one of the Rival Sons MC was that naïve, nor would I believe that Law wouldn’t do a background check on his family or anyone that meets him or his club. Black Web is too trusting, and he has too much confidence. He’s not a good liar.
“He’s giving you what you want, so don’t let him down,” Buzz tells Black Web. “Does this mean we’re finally going to put these bitches out of our town and if they don’t agree to leave, then we put them six feet under?” I look at Buzz. He makes a great enforcer, always ready for a fight.
“That’s exactly what it means. The sooner the better. The children in this town need protecting, and sometimes we just need to take the trash out.” That has my brothers laughing under their breaths. “I want more eyes on the school and any school functions. You see one of the Brotherhood, then get them to the clubhouse. It’s time for a few of the pushers to disappear. That’ll get them to come to us.” I thought we could avoid a full-scale war, but that’s not happening now. “Anyone else have anything they want to add?”
“Are we still going to the produce stand to pick up some vegetables to give out at the high school this weekend?” Damn, I had forgotten about that. Buzz always keeps me on track. The first of every month we give out produce and any other kind of food we can get donated for people who need a little extra food for their families each month. The numbers have only grown since the Covid outbreak a couple of years ago. People in our community lost so much work from being laid off and missed work from the damn Covid. It’s hard for people who have very little to get caught up because they never have anything left. They live paycheck to paycheck and having some missing, even a tiny bit, from the small paychecks isn’t good. Some of the farmers in our community have been helping all they can. We have good people in our town and the surrounding rural area who give back to the community. That’s all we can ask. Our club tries to supply the meat and keep everything organized and running smooth.
“Yeah, you and I can get the diesels and go and pick everything up after lunch. We can contact the coach at school to make sure there’s room in the AG building to store it until Thursday night. Then we can set it up. We’ll split up the meat we have in the freezer for all three days and deliver it each morning. I can do that.” Buzz laughs at me, and I look at him.
“Ever since Billie Nesbit has been taking care of the produce, you haven’t minded taking over that duty at all. Something you want to tell us, Raid?” All the brothers get a good laugh out of that. I don’t want anyone in my business. I thought I had hidden my feelings toward Billie Jo better. I guess that went out the window. Well, damn.
“Is it my fault I would rather spend my day with a beautiful woman than you jerk-offs?” I flip right back at Buzz.
