a sentry.
These brothers in this newly formed charter were all about the loyalty and making a statement.
Pope had to admit, he was impressed.
And Beck and Core stared down at the table as the Chaos brothers rounded it, each one burying a knife in the cheap particle board at the corner of the table, walking behind Beck, circling the table and walking out.
Except Rush, who, after he buried his knife with the others, he rounded Beck and took a seat.
Tack buried his knife then set a patch in front of Beck.
Pope looked at it.
It said,
Some will walk through the pearly gates . . .
Some will ride.
Griller
Now every time they sat that table, the knives would be gone.
But the scores stabbed in meant Griller would be at that table until they got rid of it.
Pope suspected even as shitty as that table was, in some capacity, it would always remain.
Christ, Resurrection beat down one of their women, they went balls to the wall, one of them falling in a war that wasn’t their own as contrition, Chaos offers mercy.
Yeah, those Chaos brothers were something else.
Pope didn’t know if he could do that.
Though, some biker brother got his throat slit in penitence, he’d find a way to try.
Tack sat next to Rush as the door shut on the last of Chaos.
So word was true. Tack was grooming his son to take over.
Pope knew Rush. Watched him grow up. Partied with him at rallies and on joint rides.
It was a good choice.
“Pope, you called this meeting,” Tack prompted.
“Got word from Sparkle,” Pope started, felt the blast from Beck and Hardcore as their attention focused on Pope, but he kept looking at Tack. “Says this job isn’t worth it, gonna take his pay and have a very long vacation. Put some ears to the ground, the guy has ghosted.”
“Fuckin’ fuck,” Beck bit out.
He turned to Beck.
“I understand your anger, Beck, but this guy ain’t stupid,” Pope shared carefully. “He had one MC lookin’ out for him, that’s one thing. Three, Sebring’s local boys and a shit ton of cops?” Pope shook his head. “He’s gone.”
“How gone?” Beck clipped.
“Chew paid him a quarter of a fortune, he wasn’t exactly kicked back with his feet up before that, no one in Colorado will ever see him again,” Pope answered. “Fuck, probably no one in the US of A will see him again.”
Beck covered the patch in front of him with his hand.
Fuck, Pope felt that.
He felt it.
Then Beck took his hand off and sat back in his seat.
Pope looked at Tack. “Sparkle shared he thinks Chew used everything he had for that hit. And it’s so hot for Chew along the Pueblo to Fort Collins corridor, if he has any brains left in his head, he’s gone. And we already know, you don’t got a pussy or it ain’t dark and you got your back to him and he’s got a tire iron, he doesn’t have the balls to do dick.”
“We can’t take that chance,” Tack replied.
Pope nodded. “Not surprised. Just want you to know, Sparkle himself has communicated he’s out. Don’t know this fuck. He could be lying. Asked around. He’s a professional as in, professional enough to cut and run when shit gets stupid and he wasn’t paid enough for the headache. Almost as much heat on him as Chew, he took out Griller and the way he did. And he ain’t dumb, like Chew.”
Neither Beck nor Tack spoke.
So Pope finished it.
“Just here,” he looked to Beck, “to offer condolences from Range and needed you both,” he looked back at Tack, “to know that state of play. Range is still at your back. Eyes open and ears to the ground and cover if you need it. Send boys down from Boulder, you just say the word.”
“We don’t need any other bikers dead ’cause a’ Chew’s shit,” Tack rumbled.
This was why he hadn’t pulled in their boys from other charters.
Pope understood that.
Those new charters weren’t around when this shit started, so a man like Tack wouldn’t drag them in to finish it.
But even if an apocalypse hit Denver, the work and sweat and blood he put into that Club, Tack would want someone in Chaos left standing.
“Offer stands,” Pope replied.
After Tack nodded, Rush entered the conversation.
“Griller got close, you got anything else?” he asked Beck.
“Only on Sparkle,” Beck grunted, eyes still on the patch. “But all leads to him dried up after he did Grill. Digger’s tapped out on news about Chew, though from what he