Wild Child (31 page)

Bullet had heard him talking to Wacko, crowing how he’d shot Crabs in the back of the head while they were riding together and let everyone think it was another club. Bullet had come to him and told him all about Flop's big mouth.

His
'boys'
were all handpicked for what they could do for him. Thrash being a Jersey boy was in the right place to pick up information and New Jersey was also Rabid's home. Letting him keep his shop open made sense. He could call on him at any time and he'd be there within an hour or so. Yeah, him settling down now suited his purposes just fine.

Now to deal with Jersey. He hoped Jerz was loyal to him because he knew Nailz, Veiko, Thrash, and hell, most of the New Jersey members loved him. He knew some were wondering about
him,
but if these men were on his side the whispers would stop. They were well respected among the club and that was exactly what he needed right now -
Respect.
So, he'd see where Jersey stood and feel him out. If his gut said to trust him, then he’d be welcomed back into his inner fold. If not, he'd get rid of him.

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Bullet, another national SAA, walked over to Nailz, Veiko, Thrash, and Jersey. They were listening to Flop piss and moan about how badly Rabid was treating him. He was wasted as usual.

Nailz nudged Jersey, “Here it comes, Jerz. Hope you're ready.”

“Bullet, whats up?” Nailz hugged and clasped arms with the big man. They were pretty tight.

“Rabid wants you all, and Jersey, for a sit down.” He looked pained saying it.

Thrash looked at Bullet. “Trouble, bro? We didn't come here to turn Jerz over to Rabid and won't.”

Bullet shook his head. “Nah, I don't think so. He’s been freaking over Jersey stepping down as an SAA - you know how he gets. Needs to lay off the dust, bro. Got worse when you left, man. Anyway, we gotta see the Boss man.” He smiled in sympathy. “He ain't stupid enough to touch Jersey here. Wouldn't go down good. Lets go.”

Jersey looked at his brothers. “No time like the present. I got this.”

The group made their way to Rabid, who was impressed by their size and the fact they came at once. He hated to wait. All the men hugged and did that biker handshake.

Jersey stepped forward. “Prez, sorry I didn't step up when Crabs died. It hit me so hard I went off for awhile, trying to track which club did it when I got out of the hospital. I know how tight you and Crabs were and I wanted justice. Then I met a southern belle and took off for some pussy. Fuck, I was thinking of making her my old lady. Turned out she was a fucking shrew.”

Rabid looked at Jersey. “Hit me like a motherfucker. Me, Crabs, and Nailz were all together in Nam. You find out anything?”

Jersey shook his head. “Rabid, I don't know. Dirty cops? I know Crabs paid some off, but I ain't sure which ones. That’s the best I can come up with. Wasn't the Dead Demon Riders, Jerzee Devilz or Filthy Fiends, that I can tell. Sucks 'cause he was loved by everyone.”

Rabid clasped his hands together and called for Bullet to come over.

“Bullet, tell us what you know about Crabs’ death.”

Bullet was uncomfortable and Thrash knew something serious was coming. Bullet was loyal to the whole club and not as fond of Rabid as the president thought he was. He took a long moment to speak.

“Flop's been crowing he shot Crabs. Jersey, if you hadn’t stepped down, you'd have been next on his list. Flop is scared to death of you, Bro, and he’s outta his mind.”

Nailz was livid. “Rabid, how long you known this shit?”

Bullet spoke up again. “Flop was pissed about being sent back to Central Jersey chapter. He was drunk last night, talking shit and I overheard it. Wacko was wasted and didn't remember talking to Flop. I told Rabid this morning.”

Rabid sat back and looked at the men before him. All were furious. Good, just what he wanted.

“Jersey, this is your problem now. I want it handled and I want Flop to disappear. No sense in the entire club knowing about this. So we're all good with this?”

Nailz wasn’t and spoke up. “Rabid, ain't on Jersey alone. I'll be helping him. We'll make Flop disappear. Do you to do it here or back in Ocean Cove?”

Rabid was extremely pleased. He had Jersey back in the fold and Nailz on board. The entire club was his for sure!

“Your call. Wherever the fucker can't be found. We don't need no murder raps. I don't need to know nothing ‘bout it. Figure it out while I talk to Thrash and Veiko.”

He easily dismissed Jersey and Nailz. His gut said to trust Jersey.

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Jersey spat on the ground. “Fucking Flop! You know Rabid had him do it.”

Nailz looked around. “Shut the fuck up, Jerz. You don't know who’s listening. Flop's always at the clubhouse - we'll take him out there. Get some confusion going. Hell, Flop will probably cause it himself.”

Jersey was disgusted, “We got time to make this perfect but Flop is gonna feel pain. Nailz, it was my job to watch over Crabs. I take that shit seriously. If I hadn't been in that accident I would’ve been riding with them.”

Nailz shook Jersey. “Ain’t your fault you were in the hospital. Crabs had other SAA's. He didn't use his head. But you're right - Flop gonna suffer for this. Pain like he ain't never imagined. Hell, we might get some information out of him too.”

Both needed a beer to wash the foulness from their mouths as they looked at Flop with pure hatred.

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Rabid was watching Nailz and Jersey. Both were seriously talking, which meant the issue of Flop was done for him. He knew Nailz would just shoot Flop. He liked clean kills and Jersey would follow Nailz's lead.

Good to have Jersey back he thought. He had stepped right up, which he'd doubted he would do. Well, he had been in an accident and he had tried to find out who killed Flop.

Rabid was glad Jersey had steered Bound for Hell away from the Filthy Fiends MC. He didn't want any wars right now.
He
had plans in the making.

Rabid smiled as he asked V, “So I heard you took an old lady? Your mama is going to be pleased about this?” Then he set his eyes on Thrash and inquired, “She know your bitch isn't American?”

V spoke first, “Hell Rabid! We ain't had any time to tell her. She will be fine with it. If they last long enough to take 'em home to meet her.”

Thrash looked at Rabid with amusement, “Prez, Mama won't care what China is as long as she gets some grand babies. She was asking about you last time I spoke with her.”

Pleased Rabid smiled, “Tell her I want some of her wonderful cooking. Maybe we will all go together to introduce your old ladies to her, eh?”

Thrash nodded. “I'll tell her and we'll see. These Virginia fuckers tell you how Skunk hit on Nailz's old lady?”

Rabid looked pissed. “How fucking dare Skunk touch an old lady belonging to one my 'Boys'. He is another one that needs to go. I'll tell 'em to get his patch, he's out bad. Always causing issues. It's a done deal. Hard to believe Nailz took an old lady too. Something in the water in New Jersey? My mother is wanting me to settle down. Gotta find an old lady soon too.”

Rabid looked edgy. “ I need some dust. Go tell Bullet to get some.”

Thrash and V walked toward Bullet, glad to get away from Rabid and his craziness.

V muttered, “Mama cooking for him? He'd come dusted and that would be the end of him.”

Thrash just grinned.

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Flop was drunk and getting in Rabid's face. “I got shit on you, Prez, that will turn the whole club against you.”

Rabid looked coolly at Flop. ”You got nothing! I'm taking your patch, fucker. Ain't nothing stopping me right now from putting you out bad.”

Flop swung at Rabid and hit him in the face. Rabid's boys rushed forward. Rabid motioned them away. “Bring Flop outside. We have an issue.”

Usually Rabid didn't bother to fight but Flop had gone too far and this was working right into his plan. Flop was tossed on the ground and fell with a thud. He was drunk and spewing nonsense to anybody who would listen. Rabid walked out of the door and looked at his entire club.

“Flop says he wants to take over Bound for Hell from me and he punched me in the face. So I think Flop and me need to fight this out.”

Bro's that had never seen Rabid fight came to watch. Rabid was not huge like Nailz but he was a mean motherfucker. He was a handsome man with his devil like goatee. He was always very clean and neat. Rabid didn't look as wild as some of the Bound for Hell members. Then again... looks are deceiving.

He stood waiting for Flop to get up. Flop was muttering he didn't want to fight. Rabid didn't give a shit. His boot came out and kicked Flop back to the ground and he began kicking the shit out of him. He aimed for every part of Flop's body and Flop didn't have a chance in hell to fight back. Rabid was fast, determined and crazy. By the time he was done stomping Flop, he looked like a bloody, fat rag doll in the dirt. Rabid never even used his hands on Flop but he wiped them on his jeans anyway.

Rabid raised his fist. It was eerily quiet as he spoke. “Flop is no longer President of the Central New Jersey chapter. He's out bad. I wanna ask you to consider Nailz as the new National VP. Tramp is retiring and is going out with honor. Nailz has always been a stand up brother. Club first. Do you say aye or nay?”

Shouts of aye roared through the bikers.

“Then as President of Bound for Hell I will have Nailz as my Vice President if he will accept. Nailz?”

Nailz stood there thinking. He had no choice and decided he'd better pull this off well. He looked to all his brothers and stated, “I'm ready to step up and be at Rabid's side. I'll be here for any brother in need.”

The members of Bound for Hell MC nodded their approval.

Rabid commanded, “Bullet, grab Flop and take his colors. He can have a ride back to New Jersey but his bike stays in the club.”

Flop staggered up and was ready to swing at the back of Rabid's head but Nailz was a fast man. He easily broke Flop's jaw and the ex member went down groaning.

Nailz grinned, “Already got your back, Prez.”

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Rabid was sitting with Nailz. They were discussing what Rabid was planning.

Rabid looked at Nailz, his dark eyes glinting, “Flop ain't going back to New Jersey. There's a hog farm near by. Bullet's cousin owns it. He says that hogs will eat anything - even fat fuckers like Flop. Bullet's got him out back and I'm gonna shoot him. That fucker's gonna pay and I feel blood thirsty. So you get Flop's bike if you want it, or you can give it to Jersey.”

Nailz nodded, “Jersey sure could use it and he'd probably change it around to his own style. I got enough bikes. I don't want it. Never thought Flop would go crazy and attack you though.”

Rabid stroked his goatee deep in thought and surmised, “It's the dust, bro. Now I see why I need to get an old lady. Might make me smoke less and lay off the speed. You remember my mother? She wants grandchildren. Guess I owe her that much.”

Nailz thought;
Just kill me now!
He remembered that evil female tyrant and had met her on several occasions. She was an evil sociopath like her son Sean, aka Rabid. Sean was sure in a mood to bring up his sainted, martyred Irish mother.

Placating Rabid he said, “Your mother is a wonderful woman. She was always so thoughtful and kind to me. Didn't she give you the name Rabid?”

“Hm - you recalled that Nailz? Smart man. She caught me trying to shave when I was a toddler and I had shaving cream coming outta' my mouth. She said I looked like a rabid dog! Funny how we get our club names; most people don't have a fucking clue! Like, I used to think you were named Nailz for being a soldier and always hitting your target. Then one day I hear the sluts talking and they said you nailed 'em all. Fitting name for you, bro!”

He laughed manically and Nailz joined in, but for a different reason. Nail's thought to himself that Rabid's mother had named
him
correctly.

After Rabid got over his laughing fit, he slapped Nailz on the back and ordered, “Hold down the party while I take a ride with Bullet. On the way home have Jersey let a prospect ride his bike. I want him in the van with Pops and a bundle that looks like Flop. Shove Flop's bike in too. I guess you can explain that Flop took off when you get to the Cove, eh? Oh... and we need to make Veiko President. I think it would be too much to make Thrash VP, so Jersey can take that slot. That work for you?”