Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Do you fucking believe him?” Grant asked.
There was a long silence.
“No,” Bull said. “We don’t have time to wait for Ranford to hit the cartel. We take matters into our own hands.”
“How?” Rusty asked. “The cartel is here. We did everything we could ... we have checked everyone and everything.”
“Then you’re missing something.”
They turned to see Doc step into the room. Pat figured his dad had gone back to the cabin. He had left the club a long time ago.
“What is there to miss?” Rusty asked. “We know the locals. We know everyone here, and we checked.”
“Do you?” Doc asked. “The last time I checked, unless you have a town of about a hundred people, there is no clocking or knowing who from what. Carnage is a thriving town, and in case you fucks didn’t notice, it’s a fucking run-through, from place to place.”
“Doc, don’t,” Bull said.
“Keep your heads in your asses all you want. My son is still part of this fucking club, and this club is still responsible for this fucking town. I may hate all the people in it and despise this club, but it is still my town. Stop thinking as the club. You got to start thinking like the cartel.” Doc pointed his finger toward Bull.
“Are you trying to tell me how to run this club?” Bull asked.
Pat stayed silent. His dad shouldn’t be speaking up, and certainly not talking to Bull like that.
“No,” Doc said. “I’m trying to keep you all alive. That is what I’m doing. Your dad fucked this whole thing up, and trust me, boy, I’m not here to take this club. I’m here for the town, I’m here for my son, and I guess a part of me is here for the club. No matter what your father did, my girl loved this club. She died for this club. I’m not going to let it rot because of what your father did. He doesn’t get to have the last laugh.”
Bull was silent, as was the rest of the club. Everyone agreed with Doc. That made it worse. All this shit was because of Bull’s dad aligning forces with the cartel. It was greed, plain and simple. The club had been paying for those sins long after he was dead. They were still paying for them. The cartel was strong, but the truth was, they had never really come against the club. Not really. The club had always been a force to be reckoned with.
“What’s your point?” Bull asked.
“The cartel doesn’t need to be living here in Carnage to come in, do their damage, and hightail it out of there. There was a reason the cartel targeted your dad and the club. We all know this. Carnage is a damn fine honey spot. We all know it. Your dad thought he had control, and in the beginning, he sure as shit did. The cartel knew what they were doing. It’s part of their MO. Reel them in, dope them up, get them dependent, which is where your father went wrong. Sure, he was a piece of shit and fucking scum, but he was a fine President. He did wonders for this club, until he smashed it into the ground. The drugs did that. The money did that. It poisoned him. The cartel never planned for this club to still be standing today. They want this town. It’s lucrative. It’s accessible. You need to stretch further afield. The cartel split up and have little gangs, like the ones you have already dealt with. The cartel has stepped up their game, which means you got them worried. I’m not going to say they’re scared, but they’re not going to draw you out. You need everyone, you need strong, fast, and no breaking. That’s the only way you’re going to defeat the cartel.”
With that, Doc nodded at Bull, then turned around and left. Pat looked toward Bull, and waited for the signal to go.
Bull waved his hand, and Pat got to his feet, making his way out of the church meeting, and going to his father. He got to him once they were outside.
“Dad, wait,” Pat said.
Doc turned around and looked at Pat.
“Why don’t you stay?” Pat asked. From the moment his father had left, not once had Pat asked him to stay. It seemed wrong. Pat knew what he had gone through. What he lost. Asking him to stay had been selfish. Now, it wasn’t selfish. It was strange to him, without seeing his father, he didn’t miss him. It wasn’t like a compulsion to see him. Now, he felt different. Life was fucking short, and going weeks, months, even years, without dropping in to see his father, or even mentioning him felt fucking wrong.
“This isn’t my place anymore.”
“Is that because you want Bull’s place?” Pat asked.