Shepard

15 - Fixed

Shepard

The filth I’m straddling gulps for air as I pound into the cunt.s face over and over again. Not one of these motherfuckin.g Devils Raiders has gotten away with their lives over the past couple of weeks. Each and every fuckin.g member has met their end by the will of a gun or the pounding of our fuckin’ fists into their miserable faces. They’re all but dead.

The fucke.r beneath me, Rake, VP of this fucke.d-up club, now looks like something from a horror film. Bastard takes his last pained breath, but I don’t have anything else to take my frustration out on.

The day I dropped Lynette and the kids off at the safe house, I made solid plans with my old man and the brothers, plans to storm the Raiders and end them for good. It took a couple of days to get everything sorted. Every little detail had to be gone over with a fine tooth comb. We couldn’t afford to make any mistakes, and we couldn’t let even one motherfucke.r get away. We killed a few Raiders we saw here and there, but I wanted every damn member gone.

That’s why we had to wait it out. We needed those who were left in one place gone. Apollo made it damn clear that he wanted this whole thing to be a clean sweep; everyone left whacked at the same time. He didn’t care how we killed them as long as we killed them, and he was coming with us no matter what I said.

‘Do it for Titus and his Old Lady. Do it for his kids. Do it for the family.’ He told us. ‘But we let Hammer have the rat bastards that offed his parents. You deserve to avenge your parents, boy.’ Hammer simply nodded at Apollo.

Hammer fuckin’ did us proud. He walked into this place, gun raised, eyes searching for the bastards who took out his parents. The fucker.s who bragged to anyone who’d listen what they’d done. There was not an ounce of fear in Hammer’s eyes, nothing but determination to avenge his parents.

Devils Raiders may have thought they were something good. They may have thought they’d be ready to face us, but they didn’t even put themselves in hiding. They weren’t ready to wipe their own noses! Cocky fucker.s are all they were.

Apollo demanded Mud, the new President of Devils Raiders, hand over those who killed our brother. He refused; Apollo shot him dead then and there.

Of course, war broke out in seconds. CueBall rang the fuckin’ life out of one of the little pissants, but not before getting the info we needed.

Hammer has a bloodlust I’ve never known. He showed no mercy to those who boasted of killing his parents. He shot them, yes, but the kid didn’t shoot to kill; oh no, he shot to maim. Then Hammer set about caving in skulls, clawing out eyes, breaking bones. He was like a wild beast attacking, screaming out his anger and sadness, taking it out on those who deserved it. His father would’ve been proud.

My father was right about that boy; he will do great things for this club. Might even be VP one day after Jett takes over from me.

I’m still pounding into motherfuckers face. He’s long gone, but my anger hasn’t. These cunt.s had my girl so fuckin’ scared she broke down in a way I have never before and hope never again to see. That will haunt me for the rest of my life!

I wanted this bastard to pay for putting that look in her eyes, that fear in her heart. But the truth of it all is, I could kill a thousand men, and it wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference; I’ll always see that look whenever I close my eyes.

Killing is second nature to me. I won’t lose any sleep over what went down here today. Yet I ain’t satisfied with the shootings, stabbings, torture of every fuckin’ kind.

What the fuc.k is it gonna take?

I’m losing the need to beat what’s no longer there. I’ve never carried on beating a dead man before. No point in that usually. The smell of blood is all around me, the smell of death just as strong. But I’m done.

Breathing heavily, I pull myself off the mangled mess that was once the Devils Raiders VP and stand at my full height. I stand over his body, looking down at my battered hands. A couple of his teeth are embedded in my fuckin.g knuckles. That’ll scar.

“You are possibly one of the craziest motherfuckers I have ever seen.” I don’t look at CueBall. I don’t need to look to know what he’s referring to. He thinks I’m crazy for literally smashing someone’s skull in. So fuckin’ be it, I’m crazy.

“Torch the place.” Yeah, that’s what I want right now, to watch this fuckin’ clubhouse burn to the damn ground with the bodies of its members inside. I want them charred to fuc.k!

“You heard the Veep!” BlackJack yells with something that sounds like excitement in his voice. “Burn the place to the fuckin’ ground!”

It’s like watching a film in slow motion, my brothers dancing around, laughing, cheering, pouring gasoline over every inch of the inside of the clubhouse, not forgetting the bodies.

Once everyone’s outside, I hand Hammer a box of matches. No idio.t lights a fire like this with his lighter; that’s how fools get caught and sent to prison.

“What’s this for, Veep?”

“Burn it down. Make Titus proud.” He merely nods and breathes deeply. I slap him on the back and walk away, but I’m not leaving until I see this place go up in flames.

“It’s time to leave, Shepard,”

“Not yet, Brother.” I want to watch the bonfire that’s now so fuckin’ high it’s warming the Gods!

BlackJack slaps me on the back. Yeah, I know it’s stupid to be still standing here when everyone else has gone; no one wants to be here when the cops arrive, but I can’t seem to force myself to move.

“The cops will be here any second. Let’s get out of here. You have a wife and kids who need you right now.”

He’s right; Lynette needs me. I’ve fixed everything. She has nothing to be afraid of anymore. For now, at least. I need to make her see that she’s safe now. She will always be safe with me.

Everything looks quiet at the safe house when BlackJack and I arrive. Most of the guys have already made their way here, the ones with wives and old ladies anyway. They no longer need to be on lockdown. Everything is fixed for them all to go home.

Hammer’s bike is in the driveway. He made his way to his little brother like I knew he would. He’s probably in there right now telling the kid how their parents have been avenged.

Speaking of Hammer.

I’m only off my bike before he comes running out of the house like his ass is on fire. Blackjack looks at me and shrugs. “Veep! You need to get inside.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask him as I drop my brain bucket on my bike seat.

“It’s Lynette,” I don’t wait for him to explain further; I won’t wait; my wife needs me. Something about the way he said her name has me in a fuckin’ panic. The whole fuckin’ house seems to be awake, everyone trying to talk to me all at once. Fuc.k them; I’m not interested right now.

I have to get to Lynette!