Wicked Games 1

Wicked

There was blood on the floor. A deep sticky red pool that had congealed to a tacky mess. It was the blood of a man I knew well.

The father of my best friend. And it was strange to see it. I wasn’t a stranger to death and violence but to see our presidents blood and grey matter on the floor hit me hard.

It wasn’t that I was surprised that someone had shot him to death. We all knew the chances of us dying old in bed with our grandbabies around us was just a pipe dream. Violence was part of our way of life. Fender knew the risk. The same as we all did.

No, it wasn’t that. It was the fact that someone had come into our midst tonight of all nights. When our women were here, when the club was celebrating and executed him.

I hadn’t seen the body but I already knew that he hadn’t seen it coming. No one had. No one had a clue who or even why our club president had been put down like a dog.

But we would find out.

And then there would be war.

I didn’t believe for one minute that Gemma