Ryder: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel Rae Lake (motivational novels .txt) 📖

“Brother wait a minute, let me get him,” Clean said from behind the pack.

“Fuck that noise,” Storm continued on his path.

Clean hurried to the front of the pack and grabbed Storm hard by the back of his neck. “I said fucking wait.” He held Storm still and glared at him. Wire was not only his president and leader, but Wire was also Clean’s best friend. He would do anything to protect him and right now it looked like Storm had some ill intentions.

Storm grabbed Clean’s hand and tore it off his neck. “Get the fuck off me Clean.”

Clean stared Storm down one more time before he opened the door and called out for Wire.

“Brother, Storm is out here, something’s up.”

There was silence for a moment and then we heard Wire answer, “It can wait.”

“The fuck it can! Get out here right the fuck now.” Storm tried to push past Clean again, his anger flaring up.

Clean stopped him again, “Wire, I think you need to come out now.”

I stayed towards the back, trying to make sure I stayed out of the way but I wanted to know what was going on. Storm went out this morning to do the weekly pickups and he didn’t walk back in with any fucking bags.

Finally, after about thirty seconds, Wire started walking towards the door, he had been in the room behind church, and he was shirtless and trying to put on his jeans on his stroll towards us.

“Oh ain’t that a fucking sight, here we are running around like little pussy bitches and you are in there getting your motherfucking dick wet. I should have fucking known-” Before Storm could finish his sentence, Wire, in the calmest fashion I had ever seen quickly placed the blade of a knife he had in his hand between Storm’s lips. Wire held the back of the man’s head to make sure that there was enough force, if he slashed in any way, Storm would be renamed the Joker.

“Storm let me tell you something, I am the president of this club but don’t for one second think that means I will be political or give a holy fuck about how you are feeling at any given moment. Disrespect me again and I won’t strip you of your patch I will put an icepick right between your eyes and stare at you while you die slowly. You’re pissed and you have something to say, fine, but don’t let this shit happen again. You got it, brother?”

Storm nodded softly once and Wire backed up.

“Now what the fuck was so damn important.”

“Did you set me up?” Storm said loud and plain as day.

Wire blinked a few times, his eyebrows squeezing together in confusion. “What are you talking about? Set you up for what?”

“Did you fucking set me up to be jacked, because that’s what this is fucking looking like right now.”

This time Clean was the one to step up, “Watch your fucking mouth Storm. Wire would never do some shit like that.”

“That’s for fucking sure.” Wire put the knife away and paced over to one of the chairs in the room, “You get robbed again?”

“Not only did I get fucking jacked again for everything that I had but there was a tracking device in the fucking van. They took it out right in front of me. Why am I driving around with thousands of dollars in dirty money in a marked vehicle, my president? Please explain that shit to me because right now I don’t know what the fuck to think.”

“You gotta be shitting me, they took everything?” I asked rolling towards him.

“Did I fucking stutter old man, you need hearing aids?”

I looked him up and down, “You don’t look beat up, you sure you didn’t just give it to them?”

Everyone looked back at Storm, and I was right, he was in perfect condition, not a scratch on his face.

“Did you not hear what Prime said? They are 5-0, you think I’m going to put my freedom on the line for some cash?” He pointed at Wire, “You’re the fucking be all end all in this place but we still don’t know who the fuck these Boys of Djinn are, what the fuck they want from us, who we should be working with, who we should shoot on sight. I got no motherfucking information besides if we go against them, we are all going to jail.”

Wire put his hand up to stop Storm’s tirade, “You’re right. We need to see what and who we are working with.” He pulled a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I don’t even know how to get in contact with these pieces of shit.”

Like a fucking orchestra, phones one by one started to go off. The shock on Wire’s face was incredible.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Clean laughed.

Everyone was so dumbfounded by the craziness of the situation that no one bothered to answer any of the dozen or more phones that were blaring in the room.

I pulled mine out of my pocket and placed it on the table, everyone crowded around waiting to find out who it was.

I hit the small green indicator on the screen and pressed the speaker button right after so everyone could hear.

“Yeah?” I said not wanting to give anything away.

“Ryan? How are you doing brother? Heard you were looking for me?”

I looked around, this had to be some sort of joke. Who the fuck was this and how did he know my civilian name?

“Who the fuck is this?”

“Liam.” He let out a sigh and waited.

“I don’t know anybody named Liam”

“Don’t be such a fucking cunt, yes you know me. And you know my father, Liam Djinn Senior. Dillon said he wanted to talk to me, here the fuck I am. Start talking Wire.”

I backed up and looked at my president. I didn’t know how he was going to get out of this one but I hoped he had something good planned.

“How the fuck did you