Old Lady (Iron Disciples Book 2) (5 page)

“I can earn for the both of us.” Cade protests.

“You’re kidding right? Do you have any idea how much I
paid for the pumps you destroyed running over me?”

“I don’t know for sure…but I’m guessing somewhere around
five hundred bucks.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. He still has no clue about my
lifestyle. “Try fifteen hundred bucks. And my suits usually are around two
grand. Even my bra is forty dollars. Are you prepared to keep me in the
lifestyle I am accustomed to?”

“Shit! You are
high
maintenance!”

“Are you fucking kidding? That’s not high maintenance. I
just like nice things and I have worked my ass off to get these things.”

“Okay so there’d be an adjustment period then.”

“Adjustment period, are you kidding me? It’s like going
from the princess to the pauper and I ain’t gonna become a fucking pauper. I have
to stay here. I understand you have to go into exile, but I can’t follow you
there. I’m sorry.”

“That’s… that’s too bad.”

“I don’t even know what we have here.” I begin. “There’s
no ring on my finger. We haven’t made promises to each other. Where the fuck do
I stand anyway?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re my old lady.”

“But I don’t know what that means. What’s it mean to be
an old lady anyway?”

“I’m sorry babe sometimes I forget you are from such a
different world. That you’re my old lady, the old lady of the president of the
Disciples means a hell of a lot. It’s like being married…to the fucking
president of the damn country; almost.”

“I did not hear you say that. Tell me your ego isn’t that
fucking inflated!”

“You get the idea. In my world, in the world of this town
of 300 thousand people, the president of the Iron Disciples is the fucking
king. When I say jump everyone else says how high. And I’m not talking just the
average citizen here. I’m talking about cops and politicians too. They mayor
doesn’t have the power babe,
I
do. Well…I did anyway.”

“You’ve been deposed. How does
that
feel?”

“Pretty fucking shitty actually!”

“So do something about it. Instead of running away with
your tail between your legs where your cock and balls should be and fight back.
Where is the man who fought his way up through the ranks to be president of the
most powerful outlaw biker club in the state? He sure as hell isn’t standing in
front of me now. Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my man?”

“Look…I’ve got some thoughts about all this shit-”

“No more thoughts! You need to act now before it’s too
fucking late. You got that?”

A sudden change comes over his face. He sits up, squares
his shoulders and gets up off the bed. He seems to have decided something. Just
what that something is I have no fucking idea. I watch as he gets dressed. I
really hope he chooses to keep that tattoo on his back. It’s freaking awesome.
It’s the exact replica of the clubs three part patch and it spans his entire
back; shoulder to shoulder, from the nape of his neck to his kidneys. I’d hate
to look on him from behind and see a huge black spot. He’s a beautiful man. He
has muscles where he should have them, but not too much. He obviously spends
time with weights but he hasn’t made a career of it. He’s about six foot three
I think and he has a long well defined muscular structure and I love it. I find
myself licking my lips as he finally pulls on a faded black tee and his
characteristic black leather cut. That’s a good sign. It means he plans on
keeping it; I think. He leans over and gives me a brief kiss.

“Where you going?” I ask him as he opens the bedroom
door.

He turns and looks back over his shoulder. “To find my
balls babe…to find my fucking balls!”

Seven motorcycles enter the fenced in area of the tow yard
and if all goes well, seven will leave there as well. The first three bikes
that pull in are sporting the Disciples’ patch on the fat bobbed tanks. Then
next two bikes belong to a pair of Outkasts, while the last two riders come in
riding on black, non-descript Harleys. The seven bikes make one line facing the
yard’s entrance should their riders need a fast exit. The riders get off their
bikes, hang helmets on handlebars and cautiously approach each other forming a
small circle of sorts. After traditional fist bumps, shakes and pats on the
back the men get down to business. Each man believes he controls the agenda and
thinks the other five are all in his court. Everyone is in for a surprise
today.

Eddie believes his brother has come to set the time for
the removal of his club’s patch tattoo that covers his broad back. Eddie’s
right hand man, Shooter is here to keep the peace between his club and the
Outkasts. Why they’re at the meeting is beyond his comprehension. Evidently his
new president doesn’t trust him with sensitive knowledge like this and for him,
that’s a fucking problem!

Bloody Ryan, the president of the Outkasts is still
feeling the sting of betrayal at the hands of Eddie when he helped him wrest control
of his club from his brother. Ryan had thought that the two clubs would combine
and they would co-run the united forces. Once the two clubs had united he would
use his drug trade to finance the guns he needed to keep a powerful Latin gang
from crushing his charter. The Latin Kings have been growing, expanding their
borders and pushing up against his club with an increasing regularity. He’d
lost good men for the cause that would never come about and he is pissed!
Without the alliance of the two clubs, the Outkasts and the Disciples, any
truce they come up with now will always be on shaky ground. Only a marriage
between the two clubs would really be solid.

Bloody Ryan speaks up first. “Gentlemen…what are we going
to do about our little problem? You fucked us over Eddie when you backed out of
our agreement. How are you gonna make that right?”

“Sorry bro, but way too many brothers have been at odds
with your club for too long. They would have never agreed to give up their
patches for a combined club of Outkasts and Disciples. But you helped me gain
control of my club from my brother so I am grateful. There must be some
compromise we can come to that will prevent unneeded bloodshed and be good for
our two businesses.”

“I don’t know man,” Ryan begins. “We need guns and muscle
to keep our territory. Latin Kings are pushing hard and right now we can’t push
back with enough force to hold what we got. Your move Eddie is gonna doom my
club if we don’t come up with something. You gotta know, if we fall to the Kings,
your next in line.”

“What are the Kings after?” Eddie asks.

“They want our H distribution channels.” Ryan replies.

“And no doubt they want Disciples guns. They’ll also need
to increase their drug business to pay for the guns, just like Ryan here.” Cade
says, jumping into the conversation for the first time.

“So we have to stand together against those Mexican
motherfuckers!” Eddie declares, clenching his fists. He looks like he’s about
to lash out against whoever is the closest.

“I don’t want to go to war against the Kings,” Bloody
Ryan begins. “But I can’t be giving up club territory to those fucking
wetbacks!”

“You may not have to.” Cade begins.

“How’s that Mr. Ex- President?” Ryan snaps.

“There’s something else the Kings are after. They got their
own problems with the Juarez Cartel. It should be obvious to you guys. They’re
trying to increase their drug trade same as you Ryan, to finance gun purchases
so they can hold their own too. But they’re not buying the guns to use against
you two; they need them to hold off the Cartel. That’s it plain and simple.”

“How do you fucking know this?” Eddie asks.

Cade ignores the question and continues on. “They don’t
want a war on both fronts, but if they have to they’ll crush you Outkasts to
get what they need to fight the Juarez Cartel.”

“Then we have to combine forces to fight back!” Ryan
shouts. He is so enraged he can’t begin to stand still. As he paces about his
hand keeps straying to the Glock he has stuffed in his waistband. It’s almost
as if he wants to just start the killing right now.

“There’s a better way to do this.” Cade says.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Eddie asks.

“What’s going to happen if the Kings fall to the Juarez
Cartel? We’re next,” Cade says. “So we give them what they want. We open our drug
trade to the Latin Kings and we sell them guns. Not only do our two clubs get
money from the drugs but we get it from the guns as well and in greater
proportions. Our gun and drug business will triple and that just makes everyone
more powerful and able to hold back the Cartel.”

“What are you in bed with the Kings now?” Bloody Ryan
asks Cade. “You sure seem to know a hell of a lot about them. And why the fuck
are we here talking to you? Seems like we should be sitting down with the Kings
and not some wounded animal that used to head the Disciples.”

“You are.” Cade replies. Then he turns and waives to the
two guys on the bikes that came with him. The second they take off their helmets
it’s obvious who they are; the head of the Latin Kings and his enforcer
Blackjack.

As they join the group introductions are made. Eddie
turns Gunnar, the leader of the Kings, “Is it safe to assume you know all about
Cade’s plans to combine forces?”

“We’ve already been through it with your brother.” Gunnar
replies. “It’s the best plan for all our crews and keeps everybody safe from
each other and more importantly from the Cartel.”

“I know all about your beef with the Cartel, Eddie says.
“But why make it our beef as well? The second we start supporting anything with
the Kings, we become a target same as you. Why would we want that?”

“The Cartel’s coming, like it or not!” Cade replies. “You
can either stand against them with the Kings or stand alone after the Kings
have been decimated. But if you think you’re powerful enough to go against the
Cartel by yourself then we have no reason to keep talking.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Eddie replies. “I just am
not convinced we’re the next on the list for the Cartel.”

“Yeah bro,” Bloody Ryan begins. “I’m not convinced
either. I don’t trust Kings or you Eddie. If there’s anyone here who I may be
inclined to trust it’s you Cade.”

“Then hear me out.” Cade replies. “What the Cartel is
doing right now they have done down south in LA. Remember the Blind Bandits,
that club out of San Bernardino?”

“Oh shit, that’s right.” Bloody Ryan exclaims. “It was
the Cartel who ran them out a couple years ago. I remember that now. They were
a pretty strong club too. The Juarez Cartel did it to help compete against the
granddaddy of all Cartels, the Sinaloa Cartel. They got representation in about
twenty states here in the US.”

“That’s right,” Cade confirms. “And Juarez are gonna do
it up here as well. When we fall all the smaller clubs will fall as well and
pretty soon the Juarez Cartel owns the entire bay area. We either stop them now
or not at all.”

“So who’s gonna keep all this straight?” Eddie asks. “We
need someone to make sure all these moving parts move together and not against
each other?”

“I can,” Cade replies.

“Sorry bro, but you don’t got the muscle anymore to
enforce this.” Eddie replies.

“He may not have the muscle,” Bloody Ryan replies. “But I
trust him more than I trust you Eddie. Cade’s never betrayed me.”

“And the Kings trust him.” Gunnar replies with
confidence. “You we don’t know.” He says, pointing to Eddie. “And we only just
met Ryan, so it’s Cade or nobody, and that’s a deal breaker for the Kings.”

“It’s the trust we have in Cade that gives him the
necessary muscle.” Ryan concludes.

“Fine!” Eddie says. He may agree but he clearly doesn’t like
the thought of his brother having any sort of power and with the other two
crews faith in him that makes Cade one powerful fucker.

“We got another Issue,” The Latin Kings leader announces.

“What issue?” Eddie asks, clearly not liking where this
may be going.