Butch

“What do you want?” Butch asked.

“Can’t two old enemies chat?”

“We’re not enemies. We’re not even friends. I don’t know shit that went down all those years ago, and I don’t care to.” He folded his arms, not caring how much he stank from going through the trash. Butch took a step closer to his past enemy.

“Becca Stanford helped you, didn’t she? She made sure you were hidden and kept safe.”

The mention of the doctor who’d helped him made Butch pause. He’d not been in touch with Becca for some time. Was she still alive?

“I like to make things happen. You’re a mistake from the past. One I’m not sure how to rectify.”

“You’re threatening to kill me?” Butch asked, finding it all amusing.

“I’m not sure yet.”

He started laughing. “No offence, I’ve had a lot more people threatening me who scare the shit out of me. You’re a man in an expensive suit. You don’t scare me.”

“You don’t think I’m scary?”

Butch shook his head.

“I killed Jerry.”

“Still doesn’t scare me. A f**king kid can kill anyone if they’re handed a gun.”

Gonzalez laughed. “I’m not intending to scare you. You’ll know when I am.”

Folding his arms, Butch took a step closer. “What do you want?”

The silence lengthened between them. Butch wasn’t going to talk. He had nothing to say to this man.

“I find it interesting that you’ve left The Skulls. The club is sought after. You worked your ass off to get there.”

“You think facts about my life are going to scare me. I know how to get facts without working your ass off for them. My life is there on the ‘net for everyone to know.” Butch stared at him, waiting. The Skulls were easy to find as they were a club. It didn’t take a lot of hard work to find them. They’d made the local news a couple of times.

“What about your recent woman?” Gonzalez asked.

Butch grabbed the man’s jacket and threw him up against the wall. “What is your f**king game?” He snarled the words in his face.

“I’ve got no game at the moment.”

The bodyguards drew their weapons and aimed them at his head. Butch would give anything to end this f**ker, but he didn’t have any gun or weapon on him to take the bastard out. Gonzalez was a sick little shit as he was smiling.

“I suggest you make a choice, Butch. Kill me, or live to see your woman and her bastard son.” 

“Do you think I give a f**k what you’ve got to say? You’re a criminal who gets off on control. I don’t give a shit what you’ve got to say to me. You will stay the f**k away from my woman and her kid, do you hear me?”

“Leave him alone,” one of the guards said, moving closer.

Gonzalez grabbed his hands trying to let him go. Butch was stronger. He kept the man in place, ready to hurt the bastard at the first opportunity. Trying to ignore the gun pointed at his head, he focused on Gonzalez. He wasn’t going to kill him.

“You want to f**k with me and the club, then you’ve got another think coming. Stay the f**k away from The Skulls and get out of Fort Wills. You take us on, and I swear to you, you’ll be a dead man.” He threw Gonzalez to the ground.

“You’ve just made a big mistake.” The man with the gun spoke up, glaring at him. Butch was surprised he hadn’t been shot by now.

Landing his foot on Gonzalez’s thigh, Butch put all his strength behind him. He was once the muscle to The Skulls. Any threat, he and Lash took care of it. It was time for some people to realize who they were messing with.

“Get the f**k out of this town or the next time you and your men will all be dead.”

Turning his back, Butch entered the café. He told the manager he was leaving for the day and he’d make up his time on another day. Butch climbed on his bike and was gunning for the compound. His heart was racing, but he didn’t have the time to think about what was going on. Why didn’t the bodyguards shoot him? Gonzalez must have told them not to. It was the only explanation for what he did and got away with it.

Putting the bike into park, he climbed off and entered the club. Tiny and Eva were talking while looking over a list in front of them. Sandy and Stink were cleaning. The Chaos Bleeds crew was dotted around the main room. He saw the mixture of two clubs, knowing in his heart that Gonzalez was going to hurt them all. There was no getting out for any of them.

“I need to speak to Whizz,” Butch said.

“What the f**k is going on?” Tiny asked.

“I just had a special visit from our resident enemy.”

“He’s in Fort Wills?” Devil asked.

“Yeah, he’s here. Why are you not back home?” Butch asked.

“Club rules,” Alex said, coming out of another office.

Butch couldn’t contain his anger. Grabbing the nearest chair, he launched it at the older man. Alex ducked, missing the flying chair.

“What the f**k?” Alex asked, glaring.

“You and me, we’re not good. We’re never going to be good.” He turned back to Tiny. “I upset Gonzalez. I don’t expect he’ll have much patience with the rest of you. I’m sorry. I really don’t know what’s going on here.”

“Tiny, this is club business. This f**ker doesn’t deserve to be part of it.” Alex spoke up.

Fisting his hands, it took every ounce of control from Butch not to hurt the other man.

“I need Whizz to find an old contact from my past. The bastard mentioned her. I need to know she’s okay.” Butch wasn’t going to beg. “I can pay him to find her, if you don’t want me to ask Whizz for a favor.”

“He’s not club,” Alex said again.

“Alex, shut up.” This came from Eva.

At least some people had his back. He nodded at Eva before turning back to Tiny.

“Fine, talk to Whizz, but you will owe us for this. This is our last favor for you. You’re not part of the club, and I can’t go wasting resources for a non-club member,” Tiny said. “Devil and his crew need our help a lot more than you do.”

Nodding, he made to pass the other man. Butch didn’t mind owing a favor to the club. 

“Get your inked blacked out soon, or the boys will take care of it. You’re not part of the club, you don’t get the ink of respect either.” Tiny grabbed Eva’s wrist and pulled her away from the club.