Heart Recaptured
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Tank shook his head. “This ain’t the same Klan we were dealing with a few months back, Vike. Johnny Landry is out. He’s organized, a fuckin’ genius. He’ll be expecting us.” Tank looked away from Viking and focused on Styx. “Him coming here tonight, blowing the front gate and taking out sluts and hang-arounds but none of the brothers, is fuckin’ weird. If he’d wanted us gone to Hades, he might not have got all of us, but his aim with a gun is second to none. We’re all still here, living and breathing another day—this shit was planned.”
Styx’s expression darkened. “That fucker knocked my woman out, made me insane when I thought it was worse. For that alone he’s gonna meet the boatman… slowly, after I carve a fuckin’ H in his chest and gift him a permanent smile.” I verbalized Styx’s words to Tank, but my mind was elsewhere… back in my room with Li, my cock buried deep in her tight pussy, watching that fuckin’ stunning face of hers beneath me—eyes closed, mouth slightly open as she moaned my name in her cock-teasing breathless voice.
Ky… I love you… Ky… Ky…
“Ky!” someone shouted, ripping me from staring off into fuckin’ space, daydreaming.
I followed the voice to find Bull and his fully Maori-tattooed face glaring at me, his pumped arms crossed over his chest. He flicked his head in Styx’s direction. When I faced my best friend, he was fuckin’ murdering me with his eyes. They were suspicious too, and my stomach dropped. He was gonna cut off my dick with a blunt blade when he found out I’d fucked Lilah.
Tank coughed and said, “Like I was saying, something bigger is going down. That IED at the gate was a distraction.”
Styx clicked his fingers, and I followed his hands. “You’ve done this shit with them when you were with the brotherhood. What would they be up to? And what the fuck would they want from us? Thought Landry didn’t want revenge for taking out their men a few months back?”
Tank shook his head. “Don’t think he does. Those assholes were collateral, lower level soldiers. Landry won’t give two shits that we sent them to Hades, you heard as much back at the rally. Fucker probably thinks we saved him a job. He’s cleaned out the Klan, as far as my contact says. Getting rid of all the dumbfuck rednecks and recruiting the true soldiers.”
“True soldiers?” Smiler asked.
Tank nodded. “Put it this way; like Hitler, he used his thug, idiot Brownshirts to get him to Grand Wizard, taking out anyone in his way, and now he’s purging them, slaughtering them in cold blood, just like Hitler did, and he’s bringing in the higher order, the Blackshirts…”
We all looked at him like he were stupid. I never paid no attention to European history in school, too busy being led by my dick and learning how to be a Hangman.
Tank sighed. “SS motherfuckers, Totemkopfs—deathheads—the real sadistic bastards who wanna see a fully white and Aryan world realized. And just like the ones that had no problem torturing and murdering Jews and any other fucker they didn’t like back in World War II, these soldiers will do whatever Landry says. Landry, to them, is their Fürher. We’re talking real threat to the club here, Styx. This new Klan Landry is making could really fuck with us… if they haven’t already started.”
There was silence from around the table as Tank’s words sank in.
More threats. Fuckin’ great.
“Then why all the fuckin’ theatrics? Why the IED? Why the distraction?” I asked and leaned forward, watching as Tank ran his hand over his shank scar. Landry had ordered that hit when Tank lost faith in the Reich and got the fuck out.
“Something bigger’s gotta be coming. They want us pissed. They want us to go after them. Looks like they’re gearing up to start a war.”
A chair skidded on the wood floor, crashing against the wall. Flame stood up, fists clenched, new slashes on his arms. “Then we go to fuckin’ war! I couldn’t give a flying fuck about those motherfuckin’ Jew killers. I’ll fuckin’ murder them all myself. Let them try to take the Hangmen down. They fucked with my club… my brothers… my Madd—”
Flame froze, cutting off his words before he could say more, his crazy black eyes wide. His flame-tattooed neck tensed and his face turned a crimson red before he let out a loud as fuck scream and, reaching into his boots, pulled out a blade and threw it into the wall.
Vike and AK got up and went to stand by the panting Flame, one on each side, flanking him in support. Cowboy and Hush followed, the five of them fuckin’ seething and thirsting for Nazi blood.
Were they a fuckin’ psycho quintet now?
Styx stood and slammed his fist on the table; all eyes shot straight on the prez. His eyes flickered to me, and I waited for him to sign.
“I get y’all are ready to fight. I’m with you, brothers. We will get our revenge on the Nazis, but right now, I’m with Tank and I say we wait. See what the fuck the skinheads are up to. Get intel, take our time, then crush them to dust when it’s time.”
Tank, Bull, and Smiler all nodded their agreement, and the worst, surely the most fucked-up boy band in the world, sat their stupid asses down.
“Tank, what’s up with this contact you got? Why’s he giving up the Klan? You think he’s playing us? Feeding us shit?” Styx signed as I addressed Tank.
Tank shook his head. “Nah, he’s legit, prez. Brother met a bitch, wants her, and she ain’t no fuckin’ Aryan. Landry finds out one of his officers is gone for a Latino, a fuckin’ cartel princess at that, and he’s dead. He’ll do anything to see those fuckers brought down… anything. We got a pipeline of pure intel for as long as he keeps his personal shit hidden.”
“Cartel princess?” AK questioned.
Tank shrugged. “Never got no more details than that. Brother ain’t into sharing, but yeah, she’s princess of the cartel or some shit. A fuckin’ Nazi and a wetback. Real fairytale shit, huh?” he said sarcastically.
Styx leaned back in his chair and sighed, eyes to the ceiling. The brothers and I watched him, waiting for instruction. Finally, he sat forward, elbows on the table.
“Tank, get in touch with your skinhead brother and find out why the hell we got no front gate and three fuckin’ corpses on our hands. We wait, work out the end game, and then take these bastards out. Yeah?”
Styx’s expression darkened. “That fucker knocked my woman out, made me insane when I thought it was worse. For that alone he’s gonna meet the boatman… slowly, after I carve a fuckin’ H in his chest and gift him a permanent smile.” I verbalized Styx’s words to Tank, but my mind was elsewhere… back in my room with Li, my cock buried deep in her tight pussy, watching that fuckin’ stunning face of hers beneath me—eyes closed, mouth slightly open as she moaned my name in her cock-teasing breathless voice.
Ky… I love you… Ky… Ky…
“Ky!” someone shouted, ripping me from staring off into fuckin’ space, daydreaming.
I followed the voice to find Bull and his fully Maori-tattooed face glaring at me, his pumped arms crossed over his chest. He flicked his head in Styx’s direction. When I faced my best friend, he was fuckin’ murdering me with his eyes. They were suspicious too, and my stomach dropped. He was gonna cut off my dick with a blunt blade when he found out I’d fucked Lilah.
Tank coughed and said, “Like I was saying, something bigger is going down. That IED at the gate was a distraction.”
Styx clicked his fingers, and I followed his hands. “You’ve done this shit with them when you were with the brotherhood. What would they be up to? And what the fuck would they want from us? Thought Landry didn’t want revenge for taking out their men a few months back?”
Tank shook his head. “Don’t think he does. Those assholes were collateral, lower level soldiers. Landry won’t give two shits that we sent them to Hades, you heard as much back at the rally. Fucker probably thinks we saved him a job. He’s cleaned out the Klan, as far as my contact says. Getting rid of all the dumbfuck rednecks and recruiting the true soldiers.”
“True soldiers?” Smiler asked.
Tank nodded. “Put it this way; like Hitler, he used his thug, idiot Brownshirts to get him to Grand Wizard, taking out anyone in his way, and now he’s purging them, slaughtering them in cold blood, just like Hitler did, and he’s bringing in the higher order, the Blackshirts…”
We all looked at him like he were stupid. I never paid no attention to European history in school, too busy being led by my dick and learning how to be a Hangman.
Tank sighed. “SS motherfuckers, Totemkopfs—deathheads—the real sadistic bastards who wanna see a fully white and Aryan world realized. And just like the ones that had no problem torturing and murdering Jews and any other fucker they didn’t like back in World War II, these soldiers will do whatever Landry says. Landry, to them, is their Fürher. We’re talking real threat to the club here, Styx. This new Klan Landry is making could really fuck with us… if they haven’t already started.”
There was silence from around the table as Tank’s words sank in.
More threats. Fuckin’ great.
“Then why all the fuckin’ theatrics? Why the IED? Why the distraction?” I asked and leaned forward, watching as Tank ran his hand over his shank scar. Landry had ordered that hit when Tank lost faith in the Reich and got the fuck out.
“Something bigger’s gotta be coming. They want us pissed. They want us to go after them. Looks like they’re gearing up to start a war.”
A chair skidded on the wood floor, crashing against the wall. Flame stood up, fists clenched, new slashes on his arms. “Then we go to fuckin’ war! I couldn’t give a flying fuck about those motherfuckin’ Jew killers. I’ll fuckin’ murder them all myself. Let them try to take the Hangmen down. They fucked with my club… my brothers… my Madd—”
Flame froze, cutting off his words before he could say more, his crazy black eyes wide. His flame-tattooed neck tensed and his face turned a crimson red before he let out a loud as fuck scream and, reaching into his boots, pulled out a blade and threw it into the wall.
Vike and AK got up and went to stand by the panting Flame, one on each side, flanking him in support. Cowboy and Hush followed, the five of them fuckin’ seething and thirsting for Nazi blood.
Were they a fuckin’ psycho quintet now?
Styx stood and slammed his fist on the table; all eyes shot straight on the prez. His eyes flickered to me, and I waited for him to sign.
“I get y’all are ready to fight. I’m with you, brothers. We will get our revenge on the Nazis, but right now, I’m with Tank and I say we wait. See what the fuck the skinheads are up to. Get intel, take our time, then crush them to dust when it’s time.”
Tank, Bull, and Smiler all nodded their agreement, and the worst, surely the most fucked-up boy band in the world, sat their stupid asses down.
“Tank, what’s up with this contact you got? Why’s he giving up the Klan? You think he’s playing us? Feeding us shit?” Styx signed as I addressed Tank.
Tank shook his head. “Nah, he’s legit, prez. Brother met a bitch, wants her, and she ain’t no fuckin’ Aryan. Landry finds out one of his officers is gone for a Latino, a fuckin’ cartel princess at that, and he’s dead. He’ll do anything to see those fuckers brought down… anything. We got a pipeline of pure intel for as long as he keeps his personal shit hidden.”
“Cartel princess?” AK questioned.
Tank shrugged. “Never got no more details than that. Brother ain’t into sharing, but yeah, she’s princess of the cartel or some shit. A fuckin’ Nazi and a wetback. Real fairytale shit, huh?” he said sarcastically.
Styx leaned back in his chair and sighed, eyes to the ceiling. The brothers and I watched him, waiting for instruction. Finally, he sat forward, elbows on the table.
“Tank, get in touch with your skinhead brother and find out why the hell we got no front gate and three fuckin’ corpses on our hands. We wait, work out the end game, and then take these bastards out. Yeah?”
