Savages: Decoration Day Part II

[Cory Steel]

TRAPPED IN A WEBB

But I know the caliber in Daddy's chest
And I know what Holland Hill drives.
The state let him go, but I guess it was best
Cause nobody needs all us Lawsons alive.

"So Black here we go again," Cory sat in his office at the Compound a bottle of scotch and a empty glass sit in front of him, "A tale as old as time, a reason as old as rhyme."

The two hardcore psychos had a long history, they both had spilled each others blood by the liters, and Alexa had usually came up on the short end of a brutal beating. It wouldn't be their last until one of them was dead or broken.

"Before last Truama I wouldn't be the least bit skeptical of the outcome," he chuckled as he poured himself a glass of liquor, "But with that brood of blood thirsty heathens you've collected, I am a bit weary as to where I fit into your destruction. Have you asked if you truly want me as a enemy? Because if you haven't I feel bad for you! I have numbers Alexa, countless brothers who'd throw hands in a second to defend their president. If you come at me with four I will come at you ten fold baby.

I'd like to believe you're smart Alexa, really I would but when your stripped down to the core Alexa Black is just a babbling strong armed psycho with no true goals except destruction. I have no regards in hurting you as you know I can, but I don't want too. Not really. Well maybe?"

He held his thumb and pointer finger a little close together in front of his glazed gray eyes, "Just that much though," he laughed slamming his other hand on the table, "With all that aside, what you did to Majors and NCM WILL NEVER HAPPEN TO ME! You've gave us all to much insight into your scheme, enough for everyone to be prepared every day for you. That means you're already defeated. The long game is over before you even got started! The Darkness has been obliterated by the goodness of light, as my brother would have said. The Lord provides."

He had no other options at Truama 191, either he beat Alexa and her goons or like everyone else be caught in her spider webb. The latter of the options was a no! He refused to look like NCM or Majors, re-fucking-fused.

"So Alexa what will it be? Come playing games and get smashed for good or come to fight so I can pound that tight little ass like the piece of shit you are."

The scene fades to black as Cory downs another drink.

PROTECTION ORDER

Shortly after Trauma 190...

Jury stalked the halls of the PCW arena, mischief surely a factor in his roamings. His eyes light up when he bumps into Terrance Brown, "Oh shit hey buddy!"

Terrance narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, "Buddy my dick Jury, what do you want?"

"I don't know, failing your first test puts me in a mood to beat your ass right here," Jury barked but hes shook his head, "However I am a fair man, I'll give you a second task because I don't blame your loss on you that Razor guy is a bit of a dumbass."

"A bit? He's full dumbass fool but I'll take the second chance," Terrance said with a sly grin, "What is it?"

Jury pulls out a little card handing it to Terrance, "Be here first thing Thursday morning, its the Compound our headquarters. That's all I can say about that for now."

Without another ord Jury walks away.

A couple days later....

Inside the Compound, closed for todays events, a group of Saints stood around a pool table. Victor and Cory were bent over a map tracing a path on the many highways, back roads, and eventually a location marked with a red X. Iowa.

"Seems risky Cory, I mean that distance with what little crew we have to lend for it," Victor began lighting a cigarette, "I feel unprotected."

"It'll be fine we've got two men who will drive leaving us to solely focus on protection of the truck," Cory patted Victor on the back, "I got some faith our two add ons will do just fine."

Victor shook his head, "I don't trust either fucking one of them! Remember they stole from us and have dented our relationship with the Jamaican cartel."

"I have it from Big Boy himself that we got time to make this run to make up for what we were jacked," Cory waved off Victors paranoia but in truth the other side of Cory, Jury, lied. He had no such word, "This also works off Highmans and that jerk off Terrances debt."

Two car doors slam outside and a few seconds later both Terrance and Highman enter.

"Damn don't roll the red carpet out for me playas," Highman joked trying to get high fives from other bikers but they just stare oddly at him, "Aight no fives for a brother, I get it."

"Shut the fuck up Highman," Terrance barked slapping Highman in the gut, "We're here Cory what we need to do?"

Cory waves them over to the pool table pointing to the big X, "Got a delivery to Iowa and you guys will be our driver's of the merchandise."

"Jesus that's a long haul," Terrance observed tracing the path, "Who is protecting us?"

"We will, The Saints, all the way there and back again," Cory mumbled with a smile, "It'll take care of your stupid debt to us."

Terrance crossed his arms thinking deeply about the word, was it worth it? Who was they being protected from? Could he trust these outlaws to save them if shit got heavy?

"It isn't a thinking thing Terrance," Cory finally interrupted the silence, "You either do this or I'm going to blow your brain matter all over Highman them I'll flay him alive!"

Cory wasn't playing as he pulled out his pistol putting the barrel to Terrances forehead, "Decide now brother."

He pulled the hammer back and held up three fingers.

1 finger goes down...

The tension thickens....

Another finger..

"Alright fuck man! We'll do it just get that shit out of me face!" Terrance yells holding his hands up. Cory laughs putting away his gun, "Good idea! Now let's go."

Everyone falls in line and exits the Compound. Outside bikes surround a black box truck, "What are we carrying?" Terrance asks.

Victor lights a smoke, "$300,000 dollars worth of guns and marijuana for our brothers in Iowa."

"Holy great fuck!" Highman breathes under his breath, "If we get caught they going to bury us under the mother fucking prison!"

"It'll be earned time too!" Victor laughed, "Thirteen hours and eight hundred and eighty five miles of felonies!"

Terrance and Highman were stunned but entered the truck, "Well fuck it, lets go biker boys."

The Saints burst with laughter as they mount their iron horses. The roar of them all firing up was deafening but when they pulled away it was a solid unit of freight. Hell bound men bound for no less.

Six hours later....

The ride was smooth so far and not a rival nor cop one had crossed them in the road. Cory lead the pack with a chip on his shoulder until out of no where two jeeps come from hidden paths on the side of the road blocking them, and with it being so unexpected Cory and three others had to lay their bikes down or crash.

It hurt sliding across the unforgiving pavement and if they live it'll hurt like Hell the next day. Everyone behind Cory came to a screeching halt!

Cory rolls slowly to his knees just as a horde of jeeps and other bikes come clogging up an escape. The men in jeeps pop over the roll bars with semi-automatics mowing down his brothers in the back lke cowards! Victor is up limping towards Cory, "Protect the truck! Get them out of here!"

Just as Cory waves for Terrance to go the box truck lunges forward and crashes through the blockade! However it get no further when a cement truck plows into the passenger side driving them into a bank wall.

"Don' move boy or I start clappin' you fools!" The Jamaican accent came with a gun to the back of Cory's head, "Wah gwann Cory Steel?!"

From the massacre comes a very tall and slender black man with multicolored dreds, a massive scar through his face, a full set of gold teeth to match a gold AK-47, and that milky white left eye that was judging Cory as he surrendered. Big Boy and he was sure the man who had him at gunpoint was the little brother Little Boy.

"It tis bah business tah fukk us ova Cory Steel," Big Boy belted as he kicked a survivor over, "Rude as 'ell to ignore us too!"

Big Boy points the Ak at the man he just kicked over and sprayed him with a whole round.

"So you tired of runnin? Cause we is ready to talk payment rude boy!"

To be continued...