ask, and they all nod matter-of-factly.
“Okay, then have at it.”
“Penetrator how far to the whorehouse?”
“A few minutes, Prez. Guys finish up and get ready to drop her off.”
“Right you heard him, help her up.”
Acid pulls her to a sitting position. She flops her head about dangling from side to side as she continues to space in and out of consciousness.
“Star you with us?” Acid asks slapping her face.
She winces and moans slightly. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” she gurgles out in almost a whisper so I can only just hear it.
“This is a message for your boyfriend, Papi. He’ll know what it’s about,” Acid chirps back happily his face still covered by a balaclava.
“Are you going to k-kill me?” she asks with a slight crack in her voice.
Acid smiles and shakes his head. “No sweetheart, you’re just the messenger, your job here is done.”
Penetrator pulls up and Blade steps forward opening the door quickly. Manson grabs her by her hair, and she squeals, as he pulls her from the cage and thrusts her out the front of Cupiditas, the whorehouse where Papi and her work. She stumbles on the spot almost losing her footing as Manson jumps back in, slams the door shut, and we’re off again before she even has time to turn around. I watch in the mirrors to see her stumble toward the door and then we turn the corner before I can see anything else.
“Job well done, guys.” Turning back to my brothers in the back, I see them taking off their balaclavas.
“Hopefully, Papi will get the message and will start distributing as soon as possible,” Penetrator expresses, and I nod facing back to the front with a smile as we drive back to the clubhouse.
Chapter Two
Walking inside the clubhouse, Acid and Blade shoot past me straight behind the bar obviously knowing what I need from them. For newbies to this place, they sure are some of the most dedicated and loyal prospects I’ve come across. Acid starts pouring the beer while Blade turns up ‘No Pain, No Gain’ by the Scorpions, and I smile as I can sense a party starting in the clubrooms. The remaining club girls come in and dance together on the floor, as Penetrator joins in grinding up on Jess. Chuckling, I pick up a beer that Acid has placed in front of me.
We’ll have Papi distributing for us soon, I have no doubt of that, but we need more than just Papi. We need a couple more lackeys, but we’re yet to find anyone interested enough to join the ranks of the Satan’s Savages. Seems we have a bad rap in town.
Gee, I wonder who would be giving us that? Fucking José!
Chops comes over and sits down on a stool next to me. “So how’d it go? I’m guessing from the party that’s crept up in here, it went smoothly?”
Nodding as the amber liquid slides down my throat, I grunt in response. Placing down my stein, I smile. “All went to plan. We got her, did the job, and returned her without any issues. Now we wait for Papi to get the message and for him to fall into line. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt about Papi in the last eight months, it’s that he’d do anything for Star. So if her being hurt is called into play, then I’m sure he’ll do anything to keep her out of this.”
Suddenly, my phone rings in my pocket. Pulling my eyebrows together, I grab my phone out and smirk, showing Chops the caller ID.
“Didn’t take Papi long to call you,” Chops suggests.
“This should be interesting,” I state and swipe the phone. “Papi Chulo, pleasure to hear from you—”
“Don’t feed me your bullshit, Mad Dog. How could you do this?” he spits at me through the phone.
Taking a deep breath, I roll my eyes. “I didn’t do anything, Papi.”
“Oh really? Then why am I sitting in a hospital with my woman all banged up then, huh?”
Smiling, I tilt my head. “Like I said, Papi, I didn’t do a thing. Not personally. But the thing is, the men who did, they’re sick sons-a-bitches, and I