I Would Do Anything For Love
”You come to me on the day of my daughter's wedding and you ask this favour of me….how am I to respond to that?
”Really you’re supposed to respond with...oh my god, Martin! you just got shot, let me take that bullet out of your arm!” Blue winced as the cold steel of the pliers dug around inside the crimson mass that was his left elbow.
Billy Boy grinned as he held tightly onto his Sergeant and rummaged around inside for what he believed to be a .33 calibre bullet. He had known Little Boy Blue for a long time, so long in fact that he remembered when the grown man before him was nothing more than a tadpole in his father's nutsack. He helped raise him after the horrible death of his daddy. He helped, nurture him and here he was, the day of his own daughters wedding pulling a bullet out of his surrogate sons elbow. Life was strange. “What I want to know is how the hell you get shot at on a trip to the grocery store? You went to pick up toilet paper, Marty” The President said in disbelief.
”It was damn kids, I walked in and they were holding up Mr Denali with a god damn beretta so I clocked him. Didn’t realise he had a friend in the back, he managed to pop me before took him out” Marty downed a shot of whiskey as Billy tore out the compacted bullet and threw it into a nearby ashtray.
”You kill em?”
Blue shook his head ”Negative. Scared them a bit, handed them over to Sheriff Duffy and got my ass out of there. Also didn’t forget the toilet paper so win win all round”
As Billy finished wrapping up Marty’s arm, he pointed over to a nearby room. ”All the suits are in there. Give my apologies to your old lady. She’s going to have to keep cleaning that for a week” He motioned to the young man's arm with a smile before his face dropped into a more somber tone. ”We don’t sell Beretta’s and we certainly don’t sell to kids. What’s your play?”
Marty got to his feet and stretched his strong limbs out, cracking a few bones in the process. ”I’ll sit down with the fat man, see what he knows. My bet is the blacks or the Russians” he patted Billy Boy on the shoulder and smiled. ”Tomorrows problem boss, today we gotta get your girl married”
”Right. Go get yourself correct. Get my VP in here too. I need a confab”
Iron Tribe was the baby of Billy’s father Hangman. It was meant to be an escape for veterans of the war, something to help them channel the rage and fear that haunted the hearts and minds of every soldier. It wasn’t meant to be a criminal enterprise, it wasn’t meant to be the law on the streets of Nevada. The Club was his life, it was his birthright. It killed his father. It killed his wife and on many an occasion it has nearly killed his daughter, yet he couldn’t stop; not yet. Six months, that’s all he needed. Six months to help the club go legit. Then when it was all over, he’d call a vote for his replacement, Bax would be his nominee. His VP was best to lead the club into the future.
As if on cue, the door to the Presidents room opened and in walked Vice Prez Baxter Masters. ”Just in time good brother”
Baxter walked in and gave the President a respectful nod. “I have a knack for that, don’t I?” He laughed and put a hand on Billy’s shoulder, smiling at his President; no, more than that: his friend. “It’s a good day. I have a feeling. Hell, it might just be a good year. Marty said you wanted to see me?” Baxter looked behind himself at the open door, before he took a short step backward and pushed it shut.
“I also noticed he got shot. Do you want me to do something about that?” With little to no context on what the meeting was about, Baxter could only assume that was what his superior wanted to talk about.
”Don’t worry too much about that, bunch kids playing with guns. Just not ours. Blue is going to sit down with Feldstein and see if he knows where the guns came from” Billy began fixing his toe in front of a nearby mirror as he continued. ”I got something a little more important for you, Bax. The Mayor is pushing through with a new housing project, hoping it’s gonna get him another term in the big chair. I got a line that says a lot of people don’t want that to happen. I need you to make sure it does. We enjoy quite the fruitful friendship with the Black Messiah. I want it to continue”
Billy turned to his VP and smiled. ”The other thing I needed you for? Six months, the club is yours. I’m done” He took hold of Bax by the shoulders and gripped them firmly. ”My only condition is that you make big moves to make us legit again. My father started this club to help veterans. Make money and then get out. Those are my rules”
Making sure the housing deal pushed through was easy enough There might be a few people that didn’t want it to happen, but Baxter was going to be the last person to let something like that stop him. Fighting was what he did. He was good at it; it was damn near all he was good at, depending on who you asked.
It was the second thing that Billy said that surprised him. Six months, and the club was his? That would mean that Billy was retiring. Six months, for something like that, seemed soon. Did he mention going legit? Hm. He had to admit; that thought did put a smile on his face.
“I think I can do that. Going legit doesn’t sound like too bad an idea, not to me.”
”Glad to hear it” Patting his successor on the arm, Billy moved towards his nice jacket, a far cry from the biker cut that sat next to it. ”It’s my baby girls wedding day, Bax. No business and no trouble today okay? For these few hours we’re just normal people with normal lives”
Picking up a bit of paper from the table, the President handed it to his right hand. ”That’s the guest list. The Mayor is on there. A lot of our big contacts are on there, including some of the Syndicate guys. make sure they’re protected, I want a prospect or two on them at all times and watch out for any shifty looking bastards. The girls are worried about some psycho ex boyfriend”
Later that evening
The party was in full swing. Roxy and new wife Ana we’re dancing in the desert along with their friends and family. The sun was setting beneath the sand and far off in the distance, the illumination of Sin City itself could be seen, teasing the growing night sky. Up on the makeshift stage, Billy Boy and several of his fellow club members were doing their best rendition of Meat Loaf.
“I won't do that!
No, I won't do that!
Anything for love
Oh I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love
But I won't do that
No I won't do that”
Looking around the made up tents, there was a certain magic, something for everyone. Billy was a little behind on the times, he didn’t know what to call his daughters new wife? Were they both the wife? He wasn’t sure what was PC anymore. It was a brave new world out there that was for sure. Hell. Half the guys and girls in his charter were born in the 80’s or the 90’s. Hair bands were the thing of the past. Techno babble bullshit was in now. He had guys on his payroll who could hack government computers! That was unheard of when he made his bones. As he descended from the stage, Billy gazed upon the two lovely women in white and he smiled. He just wish her mother was here to see it.
It happened in seconds. The white tents were torn to shreds by the bullets. Glass from the champagne tower exploded across the desert floor. It was coming from all sides, everyone dove for cover as spilled alcohol soon erupted into searing hot flames. Billy ran across the party and tackled his daughter and her new wife to the ground as a barrel exploded over them. The flame consumed the Presidents back as he protected the girls.
”GET EVERYONE OUT!”
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