Ch.24

ABELS POV:

I can't believe that I'm following Tig and Chibs to the Clubhouse. I'd been there once or twice as a kid, and the image of that place never left my mind. Most people don't remember their lives when they were 5 years old. Lucky me, I couldn't forget it no matter how much I tried.

As soon as my parents told me that Tommy had come to Charming, I knew this would happen. He's always been impulsive, always thinking with his heart instead of his head. I knew one day it would get him into trouble- I just always figured it'd be a different kind of trouble. Like the kind that shits on itself and sucks you dry for the next 18 years of its life. But as soon as my Mom said he'd gone to Charming, I knew trouble wouldn't be far behind.

That town was poison, and it would bring down anyone who walked and stayed within its borders.

I parked my car behind their bikes and followed the men into the candy store and up a set of hidden stairs in back. The clubhouse was full of familiar and new faces. I saw Ratboy in the corner and smiled. He was the one guy in this place that I actually remembered fondly. He used to watch my brother and me with his girlfriend all the time, and he was always real cool with us. He walked toward me, a smile on his face spread from ear to ear.

"Shit, Abel Teller," he greeted. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again, kid. You probably don't remember me, but…"

"Hey Uncle Rat," I said, shaking his hand.

The man smiled and pulled me into a brief hug, while Tig and Chibs rolled their eyes behind us. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were a bit miffed that I hadn't greeted them in the same manner.

"Listen up, Men," Chibs said, gathering the attention of the club."Tommy's in trouble. Cal sold him out to the Messengers and we need to get our shite together and get him the hell out of there."

"That son of a bitch," Alvarez said, running his hands through his hair. "Where's Cal? I'll fucking kill him," he proclaimed amongst agreements from the rest of the group.

One thing I could say about these men, they're loyal to a fault. If someone fucks with one brother, they're fucking with them all. It was almost noble.

Almost.

"He's being handled," Happy announced, calming the crew.

"Right now we've got bigger fish to fry," Tig put in. "Call whoever's not here. Get them to the warehouse. We're sneaking in, leaving the bikes here and loading the SUV's…"

Tig continued to go over the plan. I stood in the back of the group, my arms crossed over my chest, ready to get my brother and get the hell out of this town. Kenny makes his way through the men to my side.

"You know we got this, right?" he asks lowly, as to not divert anyone's attention from the specifics of our rescue mission.

"We better," I replied gruffly.

"You remind me of him, you know," he said.

"Who?" I asked, my eyes still on Tig and only half listening to Kenny.

"Your father. You remind me of him."

I scoffed. The last thing I wanted to be was my father.

"You don't know me," I answered.

Kenny nodded.

"You're right. And that's a damn shame if you ask me. Our fathers were best friends, you know."

"I don't care," I replied.

Kenny laughed and slapped my back.

"You're kind of a dick, you know that?"

I cut my eyes toward his and smirked.

"And now you know me."

"Ever shoot a gun?" T.O asked me as the men gathered their weapons.

He held a black Heckler & Koch HK45 out to me and I gripped the weapon in my hand. I checked the safety, the chamber, and then shoved it in the waistband of my jeans.

"Okay then," he answered, once it was clear I knew what I was doing.

I grew up on a farm with a father who knew his way around a weapon or two. Of course I knew how to shoot a fucking gun.

Shortly after, we file out of the clubhouse and pile into 5 different SUV's. I rode with Kenny, Ratboy, Tig, Happy and a few others I didn't know. Fifteen minutes later, we park a little ways down the road from a large warehouse, immediately turning off our headlights and engines. Everyone piles out of the vehicles and gathers around silently, pulling their weapons from their places of safety.

We inch toward the warehouse slowly, even though it seemed as if no one was around. It was almost three o'clock in the morning by then. Most people were sleeping instead of rescuing their dimwit brothers from gang activity.

Fuck my life.

We reach the building and the group spreads out, making sure every exit was covered by someone. Tig reaches out and opens the front door, surprised it wasn't locked. Inside the room is a naked man in a chair, beating off to computer porn while he probably should've been keeping watch on what was happening outside those walls, because now- Here we were.

Tig raises his weapon and the man throws his hands up in the air.

"What the…" were the only words the man could get out before his brain was blown out and splattered all over the wall.

I flinch at the noise and force myself to look away.

"Let's go," Tig comments before walking into the building.

I don't agree with murder. I think that 99% of the time there's another way to handle your beefs with people. But in this case, to save my brother, all bets were off.

Tommy was a stupid, arrogant, selfish son of a bitch, but he was my brother and I'd do anything to get him back to Mom and Pop in one piece- Including killing all these bastards if I had to.

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