MC: LaPonte-Karr: Book Three Read Free Page A

wouldn't have given him a second thought."
    "Jonesy needs to be taken seriously.  He's escalating fast.  Used to be it'd take him a month before he'd start spouting shit.  Now it's almost weekly.  I looked for him but didn't see him.  I'm going to talk to VP but he's been tied up because of this meet.  I can't wait to get it over with.  Maybe everyone will relax."  He says blowing out a breath.  I'm glad Bob is seeing this too, I need to stop assuming no one else sees this shit.  I nod.
    We shoot the shit with our northern friends and some new Brothers in the New York chapters until we see our Brothers moving toward their bikes.  We follow them to Shooters.  Pres tells us he wants High Security forming a perimeter around the building and Security and Brothers inside.  VP comes to me, "Trouble, send Patches in to let us know.  I'll send Digs out to let you know."
    "Got it VP."  I tell him and get the Brothers spaced every ten feet with Patches at the door.  I don't like Patches being out here but VP wants to use him.  I stand away from him with Bob on his other side.  The other chapters stand in line by teams.  I nod to their leads on each side.
    Other clubs are in and out of the place with wannabe's, the biker groupies are milling around the outside.  High Security ignores them.  I'm proud and want to laugh all at the same time, the chicks are getting pissed.  Bob tells them we're on the job.  They calm down and invite us in when our job is done.  A group of twelve one percenters pull up eyeing the MC Brothers.  I know some of these guys are Officers and give them a nod being civil.  They walk into the bar.  When the door opens we hear how fuckin loud it is in there.  Fuck.  There’s a fuck of a lot of people in there.  A bouncer comes out and stands in front of the door.  "Need people to leave before anymore can come in."  He tells me as an explanation.
    "If trouble hits, my Brother on the side of you is going in."  He looks at me then down the line of Brothers standing alongside of his building.
    He nods but doesn't look happy.  "Fuckin meets should happen in an empty fuckin field."
    I'm thinking everyone single one would be a fuckin shoot-out.  At least here no one wants innocents hit or witnesses.
    People start leaving and the bouncer goes back in.  For the hundredth time today I wonder what the meet is about.  Officers are playing this close to the vest.  After twenty minutes Outlaws show.  Fuckin great.  There's got to be twenty of them.  Again, I nod to the recognizable Officers showing respect.  They walk by without saying a word.  Bob looks at me.  "Patches stand to the other side.  When the door opens, pull it all the way open so I get a clear shot at who's coming out.  I look for Hammers High Security second.  He's watching me. "Trouble, you move your team into position at the front."  He throws chin.  Pres is right, training everyone the same way works for all of us.
    Three minutes goes by and people are running out.  Digs is at the door.  "Team one in."  Bob yells to the side.
    Milt yells, "Team two to the front."
    We're trying to get into the fuckin building against a tide of fuckin bodies.  "Left."  I yell to Bob, fuckin MC is fighting both Outlaws and one percenters from RI.  As we get closer we circle the group.  Most of the Outlaws are down and stripped of their weapons.  Security is standing back watching.  The fuckin Officers are fighting the group left standing.  Ben hits the biggest Outlaw with his signature ‘I’m fuckin done’ move, an uppercut that drops him.  Doug from Security strips him while he's out.  My father slams another with a kick to his face, he falls flat on his back, he's out.  I'm fuckin smiling watching these fuckin old guys wipe the place up.  Hammer takes a one percenter by the head and smashes him onto the side of a fuckin pool table.  Bob is cracking up.  As the fuckin guys are falling Security is stripping them.