Clean: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel Page 2

  It didn't take long for me to finish and once I did, I could feel all the energy being drained out of me. The fucking on top of me being drunk and the stress of all the shit that we were going through at the club, was enough to have me wanting to tap out.

  "Alright, I'm done, get the hell out," I said as I tapped Cherry on the thigh to get her to move. She hopped right off of the bed like she hadn't just been riding hard on my fuck stick.

  "What? Why? I mean we could do more." Agra said clearly not used to the way of my world. This was my way, I fucked fast, I finished fast, I went to sleep fast.

  Cherry grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the bed, she knew the deal.

  "This was fun Clean, anytime you need us, you know where we are." Cherry gave me a sly wink and a sugar sweet smile. Then she hurried out of my den with Agra closely behind her. I heard them start laughing once the door closed, and I thought I heard something like 'minute man,' but I just didn't have the energy to question them about it. I might be a minute man but I got my nut, and they just went downstairs to find someone else to try to please them. Their problem, not mine.

  I pulled the jimmy off my cock and dropped it in the small bag I had for waste, I pulled the sheets off my bed and kicked one leg out of the jeans that were still wrapped around my ankles, and spectacularly dropped right on the mattress.

  Hell, it was good to be me.

  Chapter 3

  *Bang, Bang, Bang*

  I let my eyelids open and quickly shut them again tightly, the small ray of sun that was trying to stream through my thick drapes was enough to have me wishing for an IV line of morphine. The hangover I had was one for the books. I rolled over in bed, not giving a fuck that I was still naked and rolling around on my bare mattress, I just wanted to go back to sleep.

  *Bang, Bang, Bang*

  I opened my eyes again. Someone was banging on my door.

  "What the fuck!" I half yelled half groaned out. Why was I being bothered? I kicked a few things around and found a pair of gray sweats and a wife beater and went straight for the door. Whoever it was had better have a damn good reason for disturbing my sleep. I swung the door open to see, Ink. He was only eighteen and was already shaping up to be a great prospect, but he was just that, a prospect. He was due no respect. I grabbed him by his bitch vest and pulled him into my room. I picked him up with one hand and slammed him against the wall. He had height but the boy was nothing but skin, bones and tattoos.

  "What in the shit are you doing at my door at this time of the morning?" I snarled at him.

  "That's my bad Clean, it's just that Prez called church, and they’re waiting on you. They sent me to wake you up. I'm sorry." The boy didn't even bother to look me in the eye. He didn't want to be disrespectful.

  "Fuck, he called church?" I let him down and went hunting for my shoes, the pounding in my head now a distant memory. Prez had been in one god awful mood followed by another ever since we met Vilanuevas. I stood up probably too quickly for my own good. I sucked in a huge breath as the contents of my stomach threatened to spew out of my mouth. I pushed my feet into my kicks and got down the stairs as fast as I could, leaving Ink in my room.

  I looked around noticing it was still a bit dark out. I had no idea why he called church so early.

  "Damn, what’s the emergency. I'm not used to being up this early." I said to Archer who was standing by the bar area.

  "Early? Dumbass, it's three in the afternoon." He smiled and just shook his head looking back towards Mick, who was polishing the bar and still cleaning up from the night before.

  Three in the afternoon? Damn, I slept for a long ass time.

  "Well, I guess it makes more sense now." I walked over to the room that we held church, Archer followed behind me. Just one look in Prez's direction and I could tell that he was in one of those horrible moods. If he wasn't my leader, I don't think I would be able to take any more of his shit.

  "Are you ready? Can we start or do you need more fucking beauty sleep?" Prez looked dead at me, his eyes were crazed and bloodshot. The man used to be calm and collected but now he always looked like he was one step away from shooting someone in the face.

  "My bad Prez, I'm here." I walked over to the table and found my seat.

  "I know everyone here knows about the shit that went down at Archer's woman's house." He looked around and everyone either nodded yes or they grunted in affirmation. "I can't sit back and just let those threats fly. As the president of this club, it is my duty to make sure we are respected, not treated like some random pussy gang. I already laid out my plans, alone we are no match for that asshat but if we get our numbers up, if we fold in other crews, we can run him the fuck out of our town. I will not spend one fucking day living in fear that he is going to show up and hurt someone that is close to this club. I won't wait one day for someone on the outside that we protect to be targeted. No, we are going to go on the offense. I have already put the word out to a few smaller crews and even some crews we had beef with previously. If they want in, and they can prove themselves, they are going to get the fuck in." He looked around waiting for anyone to oppose him, no one did. He was Prez, his word was law.

  "We have already brought in the last member of the Tears of Chaos club, Ink. He is shaping up well."

  "Yeah, but he won't be ready for any of the serious shit. He’s only eighteen years old." Ryder said from his Treasurer seat.

  "Who gives a fuck if he is ready or not! He wants to ride with the Wings of Diablo crew he will do what the fuck he is told, or he can get the hell out. I don't have time to babysit." Prez slammed his hand down on the table and any further argument from Ryder was shut down.

  "Wire and I have feelers in a few other clubs in the state, one of which recently disbanded. The members are looking for a new home and I think that they will fit in just fine here with us. Anyone have an issue with that?" Prez looked around, no one spoke up.

  It wasn't normal to just bring in riders from other clubs. There was usually a long drawn out prospecting season. There were tests and scenarios given, shit that showed us that they really wanted to be down with WOD. Now we were basically just going to have to take these new folks by their word. It was going to be uncomfortable, to say the least, but still no one was going to go against Prez.

  "Fine, next order of business. The fuckwad said that he knew about our families, the ones outside of the club too. I want to know how in the hell it was possible for him to do that. I want to know if our families are being watched. I want to know if they are talking to people that they shouldn't be talking to. I want to know if they are leaving their mailbox open for people to snoop. I want every single shred of information that I can get. Clean, that is where you come in. You can start with your mother. He said he had information on her."

  I looked down at my hands, I didn't want to be disrespectful but everything in me was telling me to tell him that he could eat shit with that request. I had no interest in seeing my mother, things never ended well for me when I did. It had been years since I had seen her last, and I was more than content to go many more years without seeing her again.

  "Clean? You got a problem?" Prez leaned forward at the table, it was like he was just waiting for something to make him blow up as if he was searching for a fight.

  "No," I said still looking down.

  "What! Speak the hell up!" Prez bellowed.

  "I said no! I got it, I'll go check up on her and see if she knows anything. We good!" I yelled right back. Archer tapped me lightly on the arm, trying to get me to come back to my senses. I was getting hot and just like I would never let anyone disrespect Prez, no one here was going to let me disrespect him either. I lowered my voice and sat back in my chair, "I'll take care of it."

  "Good, now everyone get out of here and start making arrangements and reaching out to whatever club we need to in order to get our numbers up." Prez banged the gavel once and got out of his chair. He walked by everyone and went straight into his quarters which wer
e located behind church. The safest place in the clubhouse. There was even a secret passage out although very few had actually seen it.

  I grabbed my shit and walked out of church.

  Larry ran up behind me, "Bro, you need me to come with you to see your mom? I know that shit ain't going to be fun." He asked with no pity in his eyes just understanding.

  "Nah man, I got it. I knew I was going to have to go back at some point. I just thought it would be years from now when she was dying or some shit." I shrugged my shoulders.

  "Alright. Ride safe."

  "Thanks, brother." I grabbed my lid and made my way out to my baby. I knew this day was going to suck but at least I got to take a ride, being on my bike always made me feel free even if it was just for a little while.

  Chapter 4

  I parked my bike in front of a small one-story ranch style house. Pink with blue shutters. It was exactly how I remembered it. The last time I was here I weighed at least one hundred pounds less and was only fifteen years old. I ate tuna fish or cold spam for two years straight because momma didn't have the gas or electricity turned on. It was the very day that her friend or pusher, whatever the fuck you wanted to call him, held me down and tried to force me to shoot up. I kicked and screamed like crazy. I knew that if that junk got inside my veins I was tainted. I couldn't let that happen. I bucked, bit and kicked, swinging my body around, until he accidentally pressed the plunger and lost some of his product. He got pissed and beat the shit out of me but I would rather take the beating than be a junkie. I couldn't be like my momma.

  I remember running to her and trying to wake her up from her drug-induced sleep, only for her to tell me to, 'Go ahead and try it'. She actually thought that I was asking for permission. It was then that I knew that she had no mind for me. She wasn't looking out for me I was just occupying space next to her.

  I ran away that day and stayed on the streets. I had nothing, I mean like, jack shit to my name. No real education, no money, no food, and barely the clothes on my back. I finally got a few small-time gigs with some fucked up people until I ran into the Wings of Diablo crew, by then I knew what it was like to be a part of a brotherhood. I knew what loyalty was, to have someone break your legs for information and you not give that shit up because it would bring harm to one of your brothers.

  I looked at the house for a few seconds more before I started to walk towards it. Might as well get this shit over with.

  I went to knock on the door and of course, that shit was wide the fuck open. I shook my head and stepped in slowly. The last thing I wanted was to startle someone who was high as a damn kite.

  I walked into the main living area and it was exactly how it was before. Barren.

  It actually made me a little uncomfortable to be in a house where someone lived and there was nothing. The small ratty sofa was there and the small thirteen-inch black and white TV was there, but the stuffing was coming out of the sofa and I could already see that the cord from the TV had been ripped out of the backing. I hated it here. I walked over to the small mantle area and saw one photo; it was of me sitting on a swing smiling missing one of my front teeth. I wondered if those were the better times. If she loved me then.

  "Who the fuck are you?" A man asked from behind me.

  I turned quickly, my guard immediately up. "What do you mean who the fuck am I, who the fuck are you?"

  The man puffed out his chest and started to walk towards me like he was going to strike me. I could still see the tourniquet on his arm. I wish he would fucking hit me, I'd knock his druggie ass into the damn ground. I was seeing red within seconds and just waiting for the man's hand to twitch in my direction. I had no problem killing this man, in fact, I was actually looking forward to it.

  "Barry? Is that you?' I looked over the man's shoulder at the woman calling out my civilian name. I hadn't heard it in a while.

  "Yeah." It was all I could say as I turned my attention back to the man standing in front of me. He backed up a bit, but he was still too close for my comfort.

  "You know this twat?" He turned his head to ask her.

  "Fuck you, cumswab." I retorted before she could even answer the question.

  "Yes, that's Barry. That's my son." My mother said with a little break in her voice. It was almost funny to think maybe she missed me. I actually wondered when she realized that I was gone. There were no search parties for me, my face wasn't plastered on the news asking people if they had seen me. No, I actually stayed in the area for a little while and not one person came to look for me. I was unwanted and uncared for by the very same people that brought me into this world. How fucked up is that shit.

  "Son?" I heard the man make a noise of disgust, the band pop from around his arm and watched him walk away from me and towards the door that leads outside. "Yeah, this ain't none of my business. Just make sure when I get here tomorrow you have more. I don't want to hear no shit either." He glared at her for a second before he opened the door and walked out.

  My mother walked up to me and reached up to place a hand on my cheek, I watched it move like one of her fingers would turn into a razor blade at any second. There was no reason for her to touch me, she barely ever had before.

  I backed away slightly, "Yeah, you good?" I asked, there was no reason to start up any pleasantries if I didn't have to. I wasn't here for a social visit. I was here for information. If she was the one that was giving Vilanuevas and his crew the drop on us I had to find out how. Not that I thought she was, I wasn't even sure the woman knew I was alive.

  "Oh, you know baby, same old same old." She said as she walked over to a spot on the floor in front of the couch.

  Baby? Did she just call me baby?

  I could only look at her in disgust. The more time I spent in this house the more anger I felt towards her. She neglected me and now she had the nerve to call me baby. Part of me wanted to haul off and toss her across the room, but a small, small part of me wanted to pick her up and find her a bed to sleep in. She looked so tired and worn out. I didn't want to care but I couldn't stop myself from looking at her collarbones protruding with every breath she took. She was so thin.

  "What you doing here baby? Everything ok?" She asked me, her once bright blue eyes now just a powder blue color. The drugs had drained everything out of her.

  "Yeah, I just wanted to ask you a few questions."

  "Ok, go ahead."

  "Have you seen anyone in the neighborhood that shouldn't be here? Maybe some Hispanic looking folks?"

  She cocked her head to the side and squinted at me? "You mean like Mexicans?"

  "No momma, Bolivians actually."

  "Barry I wouldn't know what a Bolivian looked like if he sat down right next to me." She chuckled and then blinked one long time before she opened her eyes again.

  I began to see her body go lax. I had been around a junkie or two in my time and I knew what it looked like when they were about to nod off. She had a few minutes before she was off in la-la-land.

  "Never mind that, has anyone asked you any questions about me?"

  "No, sweetheart. I don't even think anyone knew I was your momma." She sighed and looked away. It looked like she was about to cry and that thought only made me more furious.

  "It's fine, I am going to leave my number here next to my picture if you need to reach me or if anyone comes by looking for me. Ok, you understand."

  "Mmm? Mm-hmm." She nodded her head twice the second time it was jerkier. She was already asleep.

  I rolled my eyes and scribbled my number down on a scrap of paper to leave in front of my photo. I actually had to write, 'Barry, your son' on the sheet because I wasn't one hundred percent sure that she would remember this conversation later on.

  I turned to look one final time at my childhood home, I wouldn't be coming back here for a long while if I could help it. I watched the roaches scurry around, the faucet drip into the dirty rusted sink and watched as my mother breathed in and out haggardly. I wasn't sure she would make it, I wa
nted to hate her forever but part of me was tearing apart inside knowing that I couldn't help her.

  I walked to the door trying to be as quiet as I could not that any noise would bother her right now, or so I thought.

  "Barry-bear?" My mother called out, my nickname from when I was a little boy. She used to call me that before I figured out that she was probably the worst mother on the planet. At least that’s what it felt like to a hungry little boy. I could remember throwing up because I was so hungry. She would always come over and rub my back, telling me that everything would be OK. 'Things will get better, Barry-Bear.' She would whisper in my ear, but they never got better, she never stopped using, she didn't love me enough.

  I turned only to watch her struggle to get up off the floor and walk over to me.

  "I know I shouldn't be asking, but do you have any money? I just need to get a few things in the house." She looks away from my face when she says that. We both knew exactly what she needed to get in the house; more smack.

  I should have told her to kick rocks, I should have told her to fuck off, but instead I sighed reached in my back pocket and pulled out my wad. I peeled off a hundred dollar bill and put it in her hand.

  "Buy some fucking food, momma," I said before I let the bill go.

  "Oh, yes baby. I will, right away. Love you Barry-Bear" Her speech was coming quickly now. She was excited.

  "Yeah, sure." I hated liars. I opened the door and walked out that hellhole of a house. Once I was outside I sucked in a few deep breaths of fresh air. I knew I had to calm down but nothing that I could tell myself was working. I was even more pissed that I let her get under my skin like that.