“Anarchy's Angels!” Hacksaw said suddenly.
“Who the fuck are they, and what's with the alliteration all the time? Do you guys get discounts the fewer letters you use or something? Devil's, Riders, Angels… It's a bit weird. But it's nice you all have something in common.”
Vienna smiled at me. “The Angels are a motorcycle club. They're fairly small, but teamed up with the Riders… It's possible,” he shrugged.
“Would they want to merge with the Riders?” I asked.
“Doubt it,” Vienna shrugged. “They’re actively recruiting and trying to grow.”
“Right, so what logical sense does it make teaming up with one of the top dogs and potentially eviscerating half their new members? Come on. Common sense is chasing you, but you’re moving faster. Think about it, I don’t think people are going to want to sign up for their club if they’re immediately thrown into war.”
“So, what are you saying?” Vienna asked.
“I’m saying I don't think it's them.”
“You didn't even know they existed two seconds ago.”
“Exactly. Dante would have told me—”
“With all due respect, Rachel, no, he wouldn't,” Hacksaw said. “He's told you a lot, I'll give you that, but there was never any reason for the Angels to be brought up.”
“Exactly! For fuck's sake, will you just listen to me for a second? I think—”
“We all know what we need to do. We're wasting time here,” Crash interrupted, keeping his back to me. “We call a church meeting.”
“I'll sound the alarm,” Vienna said, nodding his head.
“Err… No you won't.”
“Excuse me?” Crash said, finally turning around to glare at me. He shot me a nasty look, but I just straightened my spine and threw my head back in response.
I had seen that look a million and one times on his son's face. If he thought it would intimidate me, he was sorely fucking mistaken.
“You heard me. You're not calling a church meeting. I can't attend.”
“Okay… and?”
“And what? That's it. I can't attend. And I want to be part of this.”
“This is club business, Rachel. It's protocol.”
“I don't give a fuck about protocol. You're not discussing Dante's rescue without me. I have a right to—”
“You don't have a right to fuck all. This is the way the club works. I appreciate Dante has been lenient with you, and let you be privy to stuff some of the other old ladies might not know, but it doesn't mean we're going to break the club laws and let you attend the sanctity of church.”
“This is fucking bullshit! You're not even hearing—”
“Vienna, get the rest of the men together and take them to church. We take a vote on war, but I think we all know the answer. We’ll have Dante returned tonight. We're done here,” Crash interrupted me again, and walked past me to leave the room, effectively ending the conversation.
“Ven—” I began.
“It’s out of my hands, Rachel. This is the way it is. You should get yourself to church with your mother and Bee.”
“But I think Ben…” I let my words trail off as Hacksaw and Vienna placed their hands under Shark's armpits and gently hauled him out of bed.
They'll take the wounded cheese man, but they won't take me? What a joke.
They were never going to listen to me, so there was no point wasting my breath any further.
