Biker's Redemption: Fallen Angels MC

Chapter 10 Gabe

Chapter 10

“Hey Gabe, got a minute” Mike says, coming into my office.

Right about now, I don’t think I could handle any more bad news. It felt like it was one thing after another, and not much of it fell into the good category. If it wasn’t important, though, Mike wouldn't be here, as my new Veep, he would just deal with any minor issues.

“What’s up, Mike?” I asked with a sigh.

“Just got off the phone with Luci” he tells me. Right then, he had my full attention.

“What did she say? Is she home? Fu.ck Mike speak” I said impatiently.

“Calm your ti.ts Gabe and let me talk” he replied, frustrated. I just gave him a nod to continue, before my verbal diarrhoea started again.

“Pop must have had a talk with John cause she was asking if his version of events was true. Still pi.ssed at him, but for once he has done something right” he tells me.

“And?” I say, getting frustrated again, I mean, is he intentionally being vague and drawing this sh.it out.

“Luci says she is coming back. Most likely at the start of the week. Sounded like she believed it, so I think it will all be good” he says.

“Thank fu.ck for that. We can give the brothers a break from watching her house for now. Pass it along” I tell him.

“No problemo, will get on it now” he says and leaves me to think about it.

On the one hand, I am pi.ssed she is not coming back now. If she knows the truth, then why the fu.ck wait any longer. On the other hand, I am over the fu.cking moon she will be back in a matter of days. It has been like hell without her. I miss my girl so much it physically hurts.

I know she probably needs to digest this new information. All the pregnancy books go on about the wacky hormones and mood swings they get while cooking the kid, so she may be a bit whack a doo for the foreseeable.

The last picture Luci has in her head is of some sl.ut with my co.ck in her mouth. I guess it is hard to remove that image. It ain’t good for her mental health or our kids, so I hope she has managed to get her head on straight, especially now she knows the truth.

The books say the kid should be starting to move soon, probably got a couple of weeks until that on account of it being her first pregnancy. I want to be there when he kicks hard enough to feel it on the outside for the first time.

My thoughts are stuck between kissing her senseless when I see her or tanning her a.ss for leaving without a word. Then again, if I saw some fu.cker going down on her, he would be dead before any words passed my lips.

I'm still not happy with my pops either. He may have gotten us somewhere with Luci, but his fu.ckery isn’t just to do with this situation. Luci, mom, and my kid brother or sister, if they are alive, will have to forgive him before I do.

The other issue I have right now is also because of good old pops, and it goes by the name of the Devil’s Rejects. A direct slap in the face to pop and the Club from Axe his old Veep, and now Prez of said club.

The fallen Angels kicked them out, so now they consider themselves Devils Rejects. To give them credit, it is a decent play on words.

We dont have much dealings with them, on account of us being mostly legit. The dirty stuff they can keep for themselves. They do like to come into town and cause issues from time to time. Nothin major, but it has been escalating with the new generation.

Axe’s kid Jake, known as hatchet, is ages with me. He hasn’t taken over from his pops yet, so I was hoping to put the past behind us before he does. By all accounts, Axe is easier to deal with and doesn’t fly off the rails as easily.

Unfortunately, they ignored all attempts from us to reach out. Finally got a hold of their number, and was basically told to go fu.ck myself. He didn’t care pop was no longer the Prez. He is still bitter that he walks with a limp.

I don’t think they will agree to a truce unless we hand pops over gift wrapped for them to play with. It’s tempting right now, but even if he is a bas.tard, he is still blood. Axe doesn’t give a fu.ck that the truth is finally out, makes no difference to him.

I wasn’t expecting us to be all buddy buddy, going for drinks and shooting the sh.it. Just to calm sh.it down and stop it from escalating any more. Which it will, Hatchet is a loose cannon, and doesn’t care about the old rules. The club is going to go even more in the gutter when he takes over.

They deal in drugs, guns, skin, basically anything you can make a buck out of. So far, at least the skin trade is consensual and adults. Unfortunately, I have heard that Hatchet has a thing about barely, and not quite legal when it xomes to women, so we are keeping our eyes on it for now.

We are a bigger club with more connections, so we can take them out if we need to. They can cause a decent amount of damage to us before we do that. We definitely won’t make it out without a few casualties if it goes to war.

I really dont need this sh.it on top of Luci being fu.ck knows where, and also don't want war with a kid on the way. Anythin happened to Luci or our son I dont think I could survive it. A world without her has no light. It is a dark place.

Even when I have had to deal with some pretty fu.cked up things, having my girl to go back to got me through it. Her softness counteracted the hardness of the lifestyle. I needed her to balance me out. It was going to be a fu.cking long 6 days, that's for sure.

By Friday, I was practically coming out of my skin. I was so on edge. Kept thinking someone was gonna say it was all a pi.ss take, and Luci wasn’t coming back.

“Come and have a drink with us Prez” Cash shouted as I walked into the club house.

“Nah mate need to stay sober” I replied as I joined them.

I may not be drinkin, but I can still sit with them. They were all in good spirits knowing Luci would be back, and they no longer had to sit outside her house. Not one of them had complained about it, so I was grateful for that.

“It’s days till she is back, let loose a bit, ain’t good to hold all that tension” he said, holding out a beer.

“Nah, if she gets home early, I don’t wanna be too sh.it faced to see her. Not the impression I am going for” I said, taking a can of coke.

“Fair enough. Good to see you here with a smile for a change. The prospects have been to sh.it scared to even look at you the mood you have been in” Cash says with a shrug.

Most other fu.ckers wouldn’t get away with saying that sh.it to me, but Cash is part of my inner circle. I mean, I trust him enough to let him deal with the club money, and it has made us a fortune. He is some kind of stock genius or somethin.

For the first time in weeks, I managed to relax. It was good to sit with the brothers for a while. Though some of them were still nervous, I would blow up if they came near me.

Saturday, more of them felt brave enough to come and shoot the sh.it with me. Stayed sober again just in case my girl came home early.

Finally, on Sunday, a little before lunch, my phone rang. I ain’t a crier, but when Luci’s names filled the screen, I am not ashamed to admit a couple of tears escaped.

“I am back. Can you come over?” she said quietly.

“Be there in 10” I replied and hung up.

Didn’t want to waste time talkin over the phone when I could be right in front of her. I moved so quickly through the club it was like my a.ss was on fire. Didn’t stop to say a word to anyone, just got in my cage and drove.