Mom, it's not in my hands
Try to understand, it's just because I can
Fools believe they can erase
Everything they did wrong
But I don't want to be their son
Mother
Mother – The Amazons
Dragon
Something was terribly wrong, Fort George full of Italians scattered on street corners. Since we set up the club, we shared the city with the mafia, it was difficult to conquer a space, but we wouldn't go out under the gringos. One of the families placed an order for weapons so large that there could only be a war going on. And worst of all, I wouldn't stop providing, I have no intention of finding out what the fuck they're up to or getting me involved in an infighting.
But against whom?
I huffed in the chair behind the wooden table in the clubhouse office, these gringo motherfuckers just give me trouble. They can't stand the impure, the dirty as they call us and in the dark they look for us.
Shitty hypocrites, money is money and I wouldn't refuse theirs, but involving my brothers in a fight that isn't ours to defend any Italian, ever.
I got up remembering the short runs I need to do before I can make out with some bitch, I'd have to stop by some of the MC's bars and check that the increase in these scoundrels hasn't affected business.
Controlling a traffic of weapons and narcotics close to their territory is not difficult, the annoying thing is having to negotiate passage when we are going to do longer races, the sons of bitches always want more than they deserve.
Still putting up with it, it's better than buying an endless war, fuckin' Iraq is enough.
Walking through the office of the small three-story building on Chittenden Ave, the clubhouse from the second-floor hallway I watched Darkness and Luck playing pool, the new recruit serving drinks, I went downstairs looking for the defaulters not being surprised at all by the groans under the stairs, Cade and Demon eating a bitch, interested in getting votes to get into the club.
Mc Blood Angel's compared to other clubs is recent, we had the idea in the middle of the Iraqi desert, coming back from the war in 2011 and not being able to readapt with the fucking life out of uniform, without the adrenaline of weapons.
Now, nearly ten years after creation, the six directors are finally leaving the NY headquarters for recruits, the arms trade increasing across the Mexican border making room for business.
The government's attempts to separate Mexico from the US as if they were the real problem didn't work very well, after all, without our money, the starches don't win anything. Our drug spots in this territory are going to be fireproof for those who find it easy to get into the MC, in a few months I won't have to deal directly with these shitty Italians anymore.
I need to check bar deliveries check sales and try to get something on what kind of shit is going on in our turf division, a quick run to take all the tension out of being stuck in the office, later the club bitches would be with parts small and I can have as many as I want.
On Thursdays our parties are private to members, the guys who are at the races will arrive and tomorrow the party will be open to everyone.
I passed the idiots without caring about the prying eyes, I need a moment alone, the urge to kill someone crawling through my skin like a poison is already known.
Going into the garage and checking what I need, I ride the Harley to the familiar streets with a few recruits scattered around.
After a few hours in and out of points, checking on idiots who wanted to join the club, and bumping into some Italian idiots, I was finally going to make my last stop of the night, the Blood Angels bar. I stopped the bike in front of the bar with the red sign and black walls, at the clubhouse we have a much more complete bar, but Tip the sixth director of the club insisted on a bar, the motherfucker had a good excuse 'Stay close to the streets bring information to the club', he thinks I don't know what he's good for eating unsuspecting college girls, I can't wait for the complex to be ready in Texas and to be able to run freely on the road.