“The only difference
Between the saint and the sinner is
That every saint has a past,
And every sinner has a future.”
~ Oscar Wilde
Chapter 1 – R.J.
“Watch your six,” I whispered, moving in tandem with Edge.
“Plan on it,” he answered with a low chuckle. “And if I don’t, got about six brothers doing it for me.”
He had that right.
“You sure Bryce is good?”
Edge scowled. “Wish you would let up on my brother.”
“He’s not RRMC. That’s an issue and you know it.”
Edge paused, closing his eyes briefly as we both tensed, waiting on the movement we could hear down the hall. “Bryce puts the club first. Said as much to all the brothers and Mack. That should be good enough with my word.”
“Maybe, but it’s caused a lot of tension among members. They need to know where Bryce’s loyalty rests. He can’t keep one foot in the RRMC and the other in the SOMC. Just isn’t possible.”
“I promise you. He’s one of us, remember?”
“I know.” Wasn’t enough. I was sure Mack would agree.
“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”
“I will,” I promised, just as the pop, pop of gunfire could be heard a short distance away. “Guess Ghost and GQ found the Outlaws.”
Edge shook his head and we moved silently forward into place. “Devlin is stupid. Thought he would have been smart enough to leave Providence. He’s leading his club into trouble.”
“They’ve always hated us. That rivalry is at least a decade old. Mack and Striker made sure we all had enough personal vendettas to keep this feud going for years.”
“That doesn’t mean we’re gonna do it,” he reminded me.
“Yeah,” I agreed but it was still an issue.
Devlin and the SOMC were our biggest rivals but it was the blood feud between the clubs that made the difference. We both lost our pres and neither side was forgetting all the shit that went down just a few months back. That was why we were here, infiltrating one of their underground parties where they held illegal dogfights. Shit was brutal and I didn’t like how the animals were treated. Edge wanted to teach them all a lesson. I had no problem with it.
The howls of the animals could be heard above the gunfire and I realized the noise was intentional to spook the dogs and make them more vicious. They were treated mean on purpose. Vicious dogs took their opponent down fast. It was bloody and gruesome. I couldn’t figure out why anyone would find enjoyment in it.
Edge and I moved into the main arena and kept to the back, out of sight. The rest of our club had closed in as I spotted Ghost across from me, GQ further down on the right, and Valan off to the left. Mack was probably a bit higher up since there was multiple levels of seating. The pit below us held two dogs that were literally ripping each other apart as money exchanged fists and people shouted, waving and yelling at the fighters.
I should have been more careful, but I didn’t realize I had stepped into a little strip of light. Devlin must have sensed something was up. He lifted his head and our eyes met as he reached behind his back and
pulled out a gun, firing immediately in my direction. I ducked, cursing as I hit dirt.
That stupid fucker! He could have shot anyone.
I scrambled behind a giant partition that separated the cages from the arena. The place was crude, but it served their purpose. I peeked around the barrier and found Devlin waiting. He fired off a couple more shots as I leaned back. As soon as I heard a lull, I poked my head out and aimed a few bullets in his direction. One hit, slamming his body back as it entered his shoulder.
“Fuck!” he cursed, yelling more profanity as he backed away and exited through the other side of the building. Gunfire was exchanged on both sides as the place emptied out and the SOMC made a hasty exit.
Devlin was heavily wounded, but he wasn’t dead. That sick fuck would be back and probably with a greater vendetta that before. I would never forgive him for the role he played in the deaths of several people that I cared about. He was going to suffer, even if we had to take him out one piece at a time.
Today served its purpose.
We weren’t going to stop until he left Providence. Maybe this time he would come to his senses and leave town before he ended up with a bullet between his eyes.
Edge cursed as a low whine snagged our attention. One of the dogs in the arena was dead. The other was fatally wounded. Pissed, I knew we had to put him down. It was far worse to leave the animal to suffer. Just another reason Devlin and the SOMC were a stain on society.
“He’s not getting away with this shit. Sooner or later, we’re gonna catch up to him and he’s not gonna be able to run anymore.”
Edge was right.
“We’ll get him,” I agreed. “And we’ll make him pay.”
“I want to be there when he realizes he’s meeting his maker. He needs to suffer for what he’s done to this club and my family.”