Murphy

The two older men glared at each other.

“We’ll handle this,” Tiny said.

“Yeah, we f**king will. No more running drugs, that’s the way we deal with this. If Alex doesn’t like it tell him to go f**k himself,” Mikey said. “Your guilt over Patricia has nothing to do with this.”

Tiny stepped closer to Mikey.

Murphy watched the room go tense.

“I’m not f**king guilty. Cancer took my woman, not the club. I deal with Alex for business,” he said.

“Drugs are bad for business.”

Murphy frowned. The Skulls had been transporting drugs out and away from Fort Wills for a long time. Why would now suddenly be different?

“What if they’re connected?” Murphy asked.

“What?” Mikey and Tiny turned to him.

“The Lions were stupid. I mean, they were f**king stupid. I was with them for a couple of years, and none of them had the kind of cash or resources to the do the shit they did.” Looking at Killer he tried to draw him into a conversation. “Drugs were always available for everyone, remember?”

“Yeah, Jeff would leave for days at a time, and when he got back, coke, money, and whores were always with him,” Killer said.

“Maybe the shit that went down at your house those months ago wasn’t The Lions like we thought, like I thought, but was Jeff acting out in desperation.”

“Jeff was a crack head,” Killer said. “He was hooked on drugs, but he was always fine apart from his rages.”

The guys followed the leader they understood. The Lions admired Jeff for his ability to take charge. They were nothing like The Skulls. There were no morals in the other club.

“You think the druggies were bank rolling, or do you think they came to collect a debt and Jeff didn’t have the money?” Tiny asked.

“It could be one or the other,” Murphy said. “Think about it. Druggies want in Fort Wills. They owned this town once before, so what better way than to get a rival club to take out The Skulls? That’s theory one. The second theory is Jeff was a crack head, and he owed lots of money. The Skulls have money, and he needed it. Both theories work.”

“It’s too close to home,” Tiny said, tossing a table over. “My daughter almost got killed in my own f**king town!”

Murphy and the rest of the men watched as Tiny finally lost it. The other man had been keeping his shit together for far too long.

“Should we stop him?” Killer asked.

“No, he needs to do this.”

Tiny lifted up the comfortable chair in the centre of the room. All the guys winced as Tiny launched it against the wall breaking it. All of them had to sit or sleep in that chair while working at the warehouse. Tiny had just destroyed one of the few pieces of furniture that was comfortable.

“He’s so replacing that,” Zero said.

“Fucking pu**y,” Stink said.

“Shut up,” Mikey said, slapping both men around the back of the head.

Murphy smirked but didn’t say a word.

****

Tate sat with Eva, Angel, Rose, and Kelsey at one of the tables. Several of the men were muttering about babysitting duty. Blaine was sat beside them with his woman, Emma, and little girl, Darcy.

Angel and Blaine were great friends in the most unusual kind of way. Tate had watched them getting close. There weren’t any intimate feelings between the two. Angel was the one responsible for Blaine getting his woman and kid back.

She glanced at Eva to see her downing another shot.

“Are you all right?” Tate asked.

“I’m fine. I’m just going to get drunk, and then Tiny can know what it’s like cleaning drunken people up.” The shot was replaced with another. Rose chuckled.

“It’s how our men learn. Hardy would come home stinking of perfume because of the sluts rubbing against him. I went out the next night, rubbing against men. When I came home, there was yelling along with the best f**k I’ve ever had,” Rose said.

“There won’t be any sex, no, that’s a mistake to have sex,” Eva said. “Does he think it was good? I mean, Tiny’s the leader of this f**king club, and he’s got sluts f**king him all the time, but they don’t get to talk about his technique.” Eva stopped to take another shot. Angel and Kelsey were giggling, sipping from their own beer. “I mean, he’s got the equipment, but I didn’t come once. He humped, groaned, and that was it.”

Eva then imitated some sounds that just disturbed Tate.

“Guys, are you forgetting this man’s my father? Ew,” Tate said, covering her ears.

“Not to mention my boss,” Blaine said, looking sick. “You women are tough cookies.”

“We’re the old ladies of the men,” Rose said, shouting the words. “We’ve got a lot of shit to put up with.”

The sweet-butts were sat together. Some were a bright red, but none of them said anything. Tate refused to feel bad for them. They all chose to be the women who f**ked the men.

Sandy took a seat. Tate waited for Rose to send her away.

“I’m not just any sweet-butt,” Sandy said. “I f**k the men who are not taken. I told you, easy sex, nothing else. I don’t want to be an old lady.”

“She doesn’t. Zero offered her the chance to be his wife,” Rose said. “She turned him down flat.”

Eva took another shot, and Tate shook her head.

“So, is Murphy good in the sack?” Sandy asked.

“Excuse me?” Tate looked up at the blonde haired woman. The men stopped to look at her.

“It’s no secret. Tiny already knows about it.” Sandy poured herself a drink. “I just wanted to know seeing as you’ve had to listen to prowess about your father.”

Laughing, Tate shook her head. “I wish he wasn’t a good f**k, but he is. I hate him so much.”

The table burst into fits of laughter. Tired of not drinking, she downed three shots in a row and then lined up another three. She needed the buzz from the alcohol to get her through the rest of the night.

Emily left with Darcy, and the rest of the children were put to bed. With Eva and Rose’s help Tate got the rest of the girls drinking. Angel and Kelsey were now swaying from side to side. The empty tequila bottle was changed for a full one. Wandering over to the sound system, Tate put on a song and started dancing.

Steven caught hold of her shoulders. “You need to stop this.”

“It’s lockdown. I’m bored, drunk, and want to dance. Back off,” she said.