Alex

The pounding bass of the music blaring from the speakers around the clubhouse makes me grind my teeth harder. I'm sitting at the in-house bar trying to dull my anger but it's not helping. It's been a week and we still have no idea who left the fucking coke back there. We all have our suspicions but it's Gin who is our information manager, he's the one that's supposed to find this shit out.

I'm tired of fucking waiting. Shit needs to be handled now.

I grab my glass but before I can pull it up to my lips a pair of arthritic hands pulls it away, "Boy, all these fucking women in here shaking their ass and tits and you sitting in front of me looking like your dog just fucking died." Mick leans down so he can yell in my ear over the music. I'd mush his face away if he was one of the original members, even though he can't ride anymore we all respect him as an OG. I wince in pain but let him continue to yell in my ear. "You keep this shit up you're going to end up driving yourself crazy . What's meant to fucking happen will happen." He pulls back and puts a small glass in front of me on the bar. He pours me about two knuckles worth of Jack Daniels and moves down the bar to get someone else's order. He may not be able to ride with us but he's a wing for life.

I slam my glass down on the bar and turn around on the stool I'm sitting on. Mick is right the club bunnies are in rare form tonight. It's probably because we just took on three new ones. The more known we get as a crew the more the bunnies want to be a part of our life. Most of them don't stay, the only one that has been with us for longer than a year now is everyone's favorite long-haired prima ballerina, Cherry. She's really taken to the club bunny lifestyle and we've really taken to her.

I look around the room and I see Clean motorboating one of our newer recruits, Georgia. He's having a ball but I can see from the look on her face she's annoyed. The club bunnies no better than to talk about any of the patched members but there's rumors that Clean isn't as well-liked as he thinks he is. The man swears he's God's gift to women but honestly, he's just an immature pretty boy. His loyalty, strength, and optimism are pretty much the only reasons Prime even deals with him. He's a fuck up, but his loyalty can never be questioned.

My eyes jerk to the side as Cherry starts to saunter in my direction, I know what she wants, what she always wants. To fuck. As much as I love fucking her until she's whimpering and damn near passed out from coming so many times, I'm just not in the right mind frame for it tonight. Our rough fucking might get a little too rough and I'd never want to truly hurt her. I wait for her to come closer and wrap her arms around my neck. She slides her curvy legs between mine but before she can say anything I speak, "Not today Cherry, Wire was looking a little pent up earlier. Check on him when he and Gin get back.

"Come on , you look so stressed out. You know you can take it out on me…" She leans further in and licks the shell of my ear, "as hard as you want to."

My cock pulses to life and I feel my hand slide over to her hip and squeeze. Maybe a quick fuck is exactly what I need.

"There he is." She purrs and just as I'm about to pull her towards my room the front doors to the clubhouse burst open.

I see Gin's bald head over the crowd and Wire not far behind him. They look like they're on the move as if they have something to share.

"Not now." I say again to Cherry and push her back. She doesn't complain, Cherry knows when club business is going on she's to be scarce. I make my way towards the two of them, Prime isn't one for the parties so right now I'm in charge as the VP. Whatever they found out I want to know.

", you not going to believe this shit!" Gin says over the loud music.

I put my hand up to stop him, I'm not going to strain and give myself a bigger headache because I'm trying to hear what he has to say over the loud music. Church is soundproof for a reason.

I look to Wire who has that glassy look in his eyes, his shirt is splattered with blood. "Wire, you good?" As our enforcer Wire is one of the coldest motherfuckers I've ever come across. He's always good but I need to make sure before I dismiss him.

"Yeah. I'm straight. I'm going to get a drink." He nods and then walks off.

"Come on." I gesture to Gin so he can follow me. We get into the church and before I can even get the door closed, he's talking.

"You're not going to believe this shit, or you might. It's who we thought, the fucking Rolling Cobras are behind this shit. I knew all that talk with Prime was bullshit. We should've taken them out when we had the chance."

I put my hand up to stop him, "Wait, how the fuck do you know this shit?"

"How you think? I'm really starting to think there's something mentally wrong with that bastard Wire. We cornered one of the Rolling Cobra prospects and your enforcer does what he does best, deliver pain. The prospect was squealing like a pig within five minutes."

I run my hand through my hair and turn to walk away. The last group I want to go to war with right now is the Rolling Cobras, not because they're stronger than us but they're reckless. They'd have no problem walking into a public place and just shooting up the place to get to us.

We can't have them making a mess in town or hurting anyone just to get our attention.

"How do we get their attention? I don't want this turning into a fucking shoot out in the local coffee shop." I look over to Gin who is smiling at me like a fucking hyena.

"That's the best part about Wire, not only does he get them to talk but he gets them to spill all the secrets. They made another drop out here and are coming to pick up in a few days. We can be ready for them." He rubs his hands together and it dawns on me that he's fucking impressed with himself.

"Why you so fucking proud? You should have known about this shit weeks ago. We should've been able to stop this from happening." I glare at him and that smile drops off right away.

"Yeah, I know I just…"

"Shut the fuck up, I don't want to hear it Gin. Get your shit, together. If you can't get the fucking information that we need, what do we need you for?" I peer at him for another second before I turn and walk out of church. Now, we know who the enemy is, we need to get ready for him.