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“She didn’t frame anybody – Lou and Benjy did it.”
“So fuckin’ what? She deserved it! Back in the day, we woulda done a hell of a lot worse to a snitch than just fuckin’ shoot her!”
“This isn’t back in the day,” I shouted. “And for you to throw that away and just bend over for Lou – after everything we accomplished, going legit, going legal – ”
“Goin’ legit, goin’ legal,” Tex said mockingly. “Nobody wanted to go legit or legal, you stupid asshole.”
“You fucking voted me in for exactly that reason!”
He made a face like Whatever. “Yeah, sure, it sounded like a good idea at first – nobody else dyin’, nobody goin’ to jail anymore. But when the money stopped – fuck that. Lou was just sayin’ what the rest of the club was already thinkin’. We signed up for a better life, not the fuckin’ poorhouse.”
“So you had to get a job,” I sneered. “So you had to work for once in your life. Poor little bitch.”
“Fuck you, Jack – you and your fuckin’ body shop… you did alright, so you didn’t give a shit about the rest of us.”
“Fuck you, Tex. I bought that place ten years ago, back in the ‘good old days.’ I sweated and slaved and worked my ass off, and up until Lou fucked me over, I had eight other Riders working there.”
“I didn’t join the MC to work a nine-to-five, you dumbshit! I patched in to drink, and fuck chicks, and raise hell! And then you get elected president and suddenly the party’s fuckin’ over. Yeah, you fucked us all real good on that one.”
I stood there in shock.
Was this really what it had come down to?
Had I spent the last three years lying to myself, determined to build a better world that nobody else wanted?
I racked my brain, asking myself, Where did it all go wrong?
The only conclusion I could come to was, With the men I’d started with.
I’d told Fiona that I’d tried to raise a bunch of assholes and drunks up out of the gutter. To pull them up, clean them off, and make something out of them.
It never occurred to me that the majority of them might have preferred the gutter.
I looked over at Lee, Indiana, and Fishbone. “Is that what you guys wanted, too?”
They all stared at the floor, too cowed to look me in the eye.
I turned back to Tex. “Why didn’t you tell me? If you weren’t happy, you should have come and talked to me.”
“Riiight,” Tex sneered. “You were like a fuckin’ Jesus freak on crack, man. Born again! Gonna save the whole goddamn club! Wasn’t any use tryin’ to talk sense into you, you fuckin’ asshole. You were gonna steamroll right over the rest of us, no matter what anybody else wanted.”
Shit.
So it had all been fucking pointless. All three years of it.
“Give me your guns,” I said. “And take it slow.”
They all looked at each other, like they were trying to figure out what to do.
“Not THAT slow,” I snapped.
Lee, Fishbone, and Indiana slowly pulled their guns out and placed them on the floor. I slid them away with my foot, one by one.
“Now your phones.”
They did the same, and I kicked them into the corner.
“Lee, tie up Fishbone. Use that lamp cord over there.” Three minutes later – “Alright, now tie up Indiana. Use the fuckin’ string from the blinds.”
