Blaze:Satan's Fury MC- Memphis Chapter (Book 1)(3)

By: L. Wilder


Johnny’s voice trembled as he answered, “I think he should’ve given him another chance.”

“I can see where you might think that, but like my father explained it to me—it wasn’t the first time he’d stolen from my old man. It was just the first time he’d actually been caught.”

“Not me, man! This was the first time … the only time—I swear it!”

“You and I both know that’s not true.” Gus pulled his gun from its holster and aimed it at his head. “A few dollars here. A few dollars there. That shit adds up, Johnny, but I’ll set your mind at ease. I’ll see to it that your stripper girlfriend and daughter are taken care of.”

And with that, Gus pulled the trigger. When the bullet pierced through his head, blood spewing in all directions, Terry dropped to his knees in horror. He brought his hands up to his head and squalled, “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. You fucking killed him.”

When he noticed Gus walking towards him, his mouth clamped shut and the room filled with a deafening silence. Gus slowly knelt down beside him and placed his hand on his shoulder. With a stern voice, he told him, “You don’t fuck with the Fury, kid. You’d do good to remember that.”

He nodded. “Yes, sir. I got it.”

“Good.” As he stood up, Gus looked over to Runt and ordered, “Get his ass out of here.”

Runt nodded, and as he loaded him up in the SUV, Murphy turned to me and asked, “You good with cleaning this shit up?”

“Yeah. I’ll take care of it.”

Gus patted me on the back and said, “Go home, brother. I’ll get a couple of prospects over here to take care of this.”

“You sure? I can—”

He shook his head. “Go home, Blaze. We’ve got the run tomorrow. I’ll need you at your best.”

“Understood.” I lifted my chin, and then started walking out of the warehouse to head towards my bike. My neighbor was sitting with my son, Kevin, and I was eager to get back to make sure he was okay. “I’ll see you at the club first thing in the morning.”

Before I exited, Gus yelled, “Be sure to tell Kevin I’m expecting to see that class project he’s been working on.”

“You got it.”

Life as a member of Satan’s Fury wasn’t always butterflies and fucking rainbows, but there’d never been a time when I’d regretted becoming a member. My brothers were always there when I needed them. After my ol’ lady died in a car crash, they stood right by my side, helping me carry the weight of my grief. I was just getting back on my feet when I found out our son, Kevin, was diagnosed with leukemia, and if it hadn’t been for the club, there was no doubt that I would have given up hope. As always, they never let me down, and their support helped us both get through one of the toughest times in my life. I owed them so much, and through them I learned that having family isn’t just important—it’s fucking everything.





Blaze





It was my favorite time of day: long before anyone else was awake and the sun was just starting to filter through the blinds. I was laying in my bed listening to nothing but the sounds of my own breathing. Kevin was still sleeping soundly in his room, so I had just a few brief moments to myself where I could begin to prepare myself for the day ahead; one that not only included getting Kevin up and ready for school, but also another big run with the guys. I just wanted to lay there and enjoy the silence for a little while longer, but my alarm went off for the second time, letting me know that my moment of peace was over. I pulled the covers back and got out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I headed to the bathroom for a shower. Once I was done, I got dressed and went into the kitchen to make Kevin some breakfast. Just as I was about to pour myself a cup of coffee, there was a light tap at my back door. Seconds later, I heard the rattle of keys as they unlocked the door, and my mother stepped inside.

“Morning.”

“Sorry, I’m late. Your father had one of his spells last night, and I wanted to make sure he was okay before I left.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked as I offered her a cup of coffee.