it over. The only time I ever see him truly on edge is when we’re around the other bikers, anyone with an Unseen patch who isn’t Roxas.
I know what the Boar did to him.
The old asshole deserves to burn for it.
But now isn’t the time to be thinking of old betrayals, I need to keep my head. I need this asshole to sign off on extra men and I’m willing to bleed a little for it.
I’m also willing to bleed some fucker out for it. More than willing, my fingers have started to itch for blood. It’s been too long since I rescued Odie and got to let my demons out to play.
As we walk through the clubhouse there’s a whole lotta eyeballs on me, none of the men here happy to see the Butcher strolling through during their busy Thursday night.
Fuck them.
Harbin nods at one of the guys that’s hanging out behind the bar and he takes off down the hall without a word between them. Roxas stalks over for one of the couches, a sour look on his face that isn’t usually there. Whatever the hell has been happening here tonight isn’t good.
I stand in silence. I have no fucking appetite for their personal brands of bullshit tonight. Not at all. The men around us seem to be talking a little quieter, like they’re trying to eavesdrop on whatever it is I’m here for and it makes my fucking skin crawl. How the fuck do Harbin and Roxas deal with this every goddamn day?
It takes five long minutes, but finally the door to church opens and out steps the Boar, only taking a half-step out of the room. He’s taking up the whole door frame, the way he’s holding himself a little too tense so I know instantly there’s something in that room he doesn’t want me getting an eyeful of.
We stare at each other for a second, then he frowns and shuts the door, scratching at his beard. “I don’t really have time for this shit. My niece is here and I have boys from the Coldstone charter coming to pick her up. I don’t need that little girl seeing the likes of the Butcher and freaking the fuck out.”
The Boar has family? First I’ve fucking heard of it. “We can do this out here. It’s not a secret, everyone knows I want Alcatron’s head.”
The Boar grunts and nods at the bartender, a glass of Johnnie slides across the bar to him. They don’t offer me anything but I’m not welcome here at all. They want me out of this place and off into some other dark hole in the Bay.
“I can get him taken out but I want a favor in return.”
Fuck no. Not only is that the exact fucking opposite of what I want but there’s no fucking way I’m owing this asshole anything. “I’m not a fucking member of your little Club. I don’t give out diamonds so name a real price or I’ll look up someone else, and I’ll fucking remember this.”
The Boar shrugs and adjusts himself so he’s standing at full height again, the glass already half empty in his hand. “You gonna kill me, Butcher? You gonna add my life to your little collection of Twelve members you’ve killed?”
The club quietens down at his words, as if the entire MC is waiting for my answer. Half of them look ready to throw down for their Prez… but the other half look fucking pissed that he’s starting shit with me. Yeah, my name is well known around here and even bikers think twice about starting shit with me. If only the fucking cartel knew it too.
“I’m telling you that I’m willing to exchange a job for a job, no bullshit favors hanging over my head. I don’t live my life like that, that’s your bullshit. So gimme a fucking job and I’ll do it. In exchange, I want ten of your men for the night. It’ll be an easy night's work for them. I’d pay but we both know my skills are worth more than any amount you could ask for.”
He rubs his chin and relaxes a little. Finally, he jerks his head at the bartender and there’s a glass of Johnnie for me now too.
About fucking time.
“There is something I need that might be more up your alley. Fuck, follow me. Don’t wake the little girl, I don’t need her having nightmares of your ugly mug. She’s got enough on her