Serpent’s old lady. That’s what happened here. He fucked a married fucking woman who was looking to piss her old man off in the worst way and when that Serpent of hers came looking Vic gutted him without a fucking thought of what that shit could do to this club. He thought with his dick and not his head and put every brother in the line of fire for it. So instead of spending the night at the bar for your homecoming or working on my hog or, fuck, finding my own piece of ass for the night, I’m out here cleaning up his fucking mess. Don’t talk to me about the pecking order and do not fucking talk to me about where the hell Vic sits on it. I’ve been cleaning up his messes for too long.”
Vic finally lurches to his feet and stumbles a little before getting his feet right under him. Cole and Axe both stop what they’re doing and give their full attention to their Prez, here in the flesh for the first time in over a decade. He’s fucking huge too, like being locked up for all that time means he spent it all working out.
He’s easily double the size of Hellion.
“That true, Vic? You fucking around on the club like that, risking us all?”
Vic spits blood on the ground, covering Rue’s boots and I watch the tick start up on Rue’s cheek as he grinds his teeth. He doesn’t hold his temper all that well. Doesn’t lie about shit either, if he hates you it’s right there on his fucking face.
He fucking loathes Vic.
“So I fucked some bitch, who the fuck cares? I took care of shit when it came calling so what does it matter?”
I scoff at him. “You buried his body on our fucking land, asshole. Cadaver dogs ever get brought out here and we’re fucked. Now we gotta dig him up and move the body and any fucking sand that mighta touched him too, pray we get it all just in-fucking-case. You didn’t take care of shit, you just made the problem ten times fucking bigger.”
King watches between the two of us and then motions Vic over to him like they’re old friends. I guess his homecoming means he wants things to be a little more fucking peaceful and he’s going to talk his old friend’s way outta this shit.
I turn away because I don’t need to see them both yakking it up, to see the fucking brotherhood on the two of them while we’re out here busting our asses to keep shit in line, and as I bend down to grab a shovel I hear the quiet pop sounds of a bullet through a silencer.
I straighten up to find Vic’s sightless eye staring up at me, the other one missing along with half his fucking skull.
King slips his gun into his waistband and stalks over to grab a shovel. “Good call, boys. Let’s get this shit cleaned up before Keely comes after us for missing my own party. I’ll get Hawk out here tomorrow to get the smell taken care of.”
Rue stands there like a fucking statue for a second before finally turning and helping move the last of the rotting flesh.
Between the six of us it’s still another hour before both bodies are sealed in the barrels, no signs of what’s being stored inside and the ground is torn up to hell but there’s nothing there to suggest the carnage we’ve just dug up.
Cole and Axe start moving one while Rue and I snap the shovels and get them jammed into the second barrel with Vic. Thank fuck we thought ahead and got two, originally to get just the shovels disposed of but with some effort we make it work. Hellion stalks off after the other two, quietly directing them on where to go while King watches the two of us work together.
Once it’s done Rue seals the barrel up and huffs out a breath.
“Shouldn’t there be a vote? If you’re killing a brother, a patched member of your own club, shouldn’t there be a vote?”
If that isn’t my cousin, I don’t know what is. Questioning fucking everything, even if he wanted Vic gone, just to make sure that it’s what’s best for the club.
He’s going to make the best Prez someday.
“We’re on the edge of war with the Demons right now, and even with other Unseen charters. There’s rats in our club left, right, and fucking center. We’ve