Sick Boy's Story

Oz walked into the lawyers office, he couldn't actually remember her name, she was a lawyer, did lawyers even have names? "You're late" the lawyer "Have a seat" she said as he took a seat. "Now, Oz is it? Let's make one thing clear, I am not your friend, I am not your mother, you speak only when I tell you and nothing more understood?" she asked him. He just nodded, there seemed to be two types of lawyers that worked for the club, either the ones that seemed terrified of them, or the ones who acted like they were the ones calling the shots. Oz didn't care, as long as they kept him out of prison, that's all he cared about.

Although Oz had to admit, she was easier on the eyes to look at than the his last lawyer, a middle aged balding guy with a cholesterol problem. "Understand Mr. Osborne, I will be the only thing standing between you and a life sentence, I am someone you don't want to mess with" she said. "Neither are we" Oz said with a slight grin, she was good, at that comment most lawyers would show what they really felt, which was usually intimidation, but this one was good, she almost looked unfazed...except for the thing she did with the corner of her mouth. "Tell me Oz, how did you get here, I need full details", Oz chuckled "don't you want a note pad to take notes?" he asked, "I don't need them" she replied.

"Well...I guess it started the one night my dad put my mom up on the kitchen table..." she made a comment telling him he needed to get serious about this meeting. He smirked at the glare she gave him, he got it, she was young and a female, and representing outlaw bikers...if she didn't act like a cold bitch she'd get nowhere. "Listen...you don't need to show me how tough you are, cause quite frankly I don't care..." he leaned forward "you can't scare somebody who isn't afraid of dying" he said a bit quieter. She didn't drop her composure but he saw something click inside her head, he wasn't quite sure what though.

Oz sighed "How I got here huh? I'm assuming you mean Montreal? Well it's simple...the court won't let me associate with any of the guys in my chapter back home for at least 3 years following my release, it's their way of hopefully rehabilitating me into one of those fine upstanding citizens of soceity I guess. However they didn't say anything about not going back to any other chapters...so Skinner and Rev found out I was at Point-Cartier, we had some talks, and now here I am, a member of the Sades Montreal chapter" Oz said. She looked over his file, and asked him about a sexual assault charge he had, but was never convicted of, Oz rolled his eyes. "That is why you don't get involved with crazy chicks. I wasn't even dating her, and when I told her to get lost she went to the cops and told them I raped her...fuck maybe in her dreams it happened, cause there was no way I was doing anything with her. Anyway, I got a patch on my back so they figured what the hell let's charge him anyway, who gives a damn it's just some biker. It got tossed before the case even had a chance to get started. I may do a lot of bad things, but I ain't no rapist" Oz said bitterly, most of the bikers held a pretty low view of guys convicted of sexual assaults etc. A few years back a guy who had molested a kid moved into the neighbourhood where the Sades clubhouse was. After a week he suddenly disappeared, 8 months later his body was found at the bottom of the St.Lawerence River.

She then asked if there were any crimes he hadn't been charged with but had commited that she should know about. "Well I shot and killed a cop" Oz said in a casual tone, her eyes snapped to him as she nearly choked on her water. "I was 13 at the time...maybe 12. It wasn't just any cop...it was my old man. He had this tendency to go get drunk, then come home and knock my mom around for fun until he passed out. When I got older he did it to me too. One day he was really laying into her, guess it was a hard day at work...he left his belt hanging on the chair...with his sidearm in the holster and fully loaded, I put four rounds into his back. My mom grabbed the gun from me, wiped it down, and then made it look like she was the one who fired the gun. Idiots never thought to ask how my mom cold have been getting beaten on, and still managed to shoot my dad in the back four times. She didn't get a life sentence or anything, she claimed self defense....so yeah, I killed a cop" Oz said. He could tell it wasn't quite what she had expected. She asked about what he did for the club in Vancouver, "product distribution manager" he said with a grin, she had been around the club long enough to know what that meant.

She then said they were done, "great, see ya around" he said as he got up and walked out of the office, he had definitely left a bit of a different impression with her than most of the other members.

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Chazz and Sick Boy were at the "Red Room", it was a strip club that was run by the Sades, however the manager who actually ran the club wasn't officially a patched member, essentially he was hired by the Sades to run the club, he takes a cut and the rest goes to the MC.

"This is stupid, we're losing money everywhere yet we're too good to get into the escort business...honestly maybe strip clubs made big bucks back in the day before the Internet, but now...I dunno, we're missing out bro" Sick Boy said, complaining to Chazz as they casually watched some of the girls dancing. "I dunno, Skinner and Rev got a point...I mean you can't really trust strippers, let alone call girls man...way too easy for the cops to turn em" Chazz said, he was used to Sick Boy complaining about the way things went down, it just got annoying after awhile. "But think about it...it's big money, you can charge whatever the hell you want...don't have to worry about paying taxes and shit...and if you're worried about girls talking, there's ways to make sure the girls keep their mouths shut. Open your wallet, show them you got a family picture of theirs or something, they won't say shit" Sick Boy said, still complaining. "Whatever, it'll all be fine, so we had a bad month or two, it happens to everyone" Chazz said, not really wanting to get involved. "No...it happens to old guys who are stuck in their ways and not ready to step into the modern era" Sick Boy countered back. Chazz turned to him, "You are the only guy who can make watching hot naked girls no fun", Sick Boy just shook his head "whatever".

As they were sitting there, Marty the manager of the club walked up to them. "Guys...we got an issue with that rowdy bachelor party over there" he said. "What's the issue?" Sick Boy asked. "One of the waitresses overheard them talking to two of the girls over there about going with them in their limo to continue the party" he said sounding a bit pissed off. "It's those same two guys, they got that bachelor party tour guide site...ya know where they plan a guy's bachelor party and do it as cheap as possible for em". Chazz looked at the manager, "Marty why are you telling us about this, you got bouncers don't you? You pay them for a reason" Chazz said. "This is more than just about this club...these guys keep getting the girls to do these private parties, and they pay em pretty good...they come into clubs, scout out the girls....the thing is their getting popular enough that they can start hiring the girls to work for them" Marty said getting more worked up. "Marty, I still fail to see how this is our issue" Chazz said again. "Because...the guys come in for like maybe 30 minutes, no more than 3 songs usually, they scout out the girls, get them to join them once the shift ends...so they're not buying drinks, meaning we're making less money, meaning Skinner is getting less money.

Then a thought hit Sick Boy. "I got it...we'll handle this Marty, get lost" he said as he tapped Chazz "just play along and don't fuck this up" he said. Sick Boy knew the two guys Marty was talking about, he found them and told them they "had some business to talk about". They took the two guys out back, they had "met" several times before, so the two bachelor party tour guides, their names were Mike and Rob, both knew Sick Boy and Chazz and vice versa. "Listen, I know your little scheme you guys are playing. Ya think it's cute going around and making money using our girls and we're not getting a piece of the action?" Sick Boy said. "Listen man...we're just party planners, that's all we're doing, we ain't stealing anyone" Mike said but Sick Boy cut him off. "Here's the new deal...these little ride-along parties you're doing, pay the girls whatever you want, I don't give a fuck...but we're taking 25% every time you use one of our girls, and 10% everytime you use other girls" Sick Boy said. "No way man...there's no way we're doing that" Rob said laughing. Sick Boy pulled out his 9mm hand gun and pointed it at Rob "You wanna re-think that?" Sick Boy asked. Chazz rolled his eyes...he wasn't going to step on Sick Boy's toes and try and stop him just yet, but this was exactly what the Sades didn't want to be doing. "You're buddies in there are some damn drunk they probably don't even remember you're gone...none of the staff inside are going to say we were here...just two bodies found tomorrow morning, part of an alleyway robbery gone bad" Sick Boy said as fear crossed over the faces of the two party planners. "Okay...fine...25% for your girls...10% for others...when do you want the money?" Mike said realizing this was going bad quick. "First of the month...if you short us..." Sick Boy said waving the gun as emphasis as his voice trailed. The two guys nodded they understood and Sick Boy and Chazz let them go back inside.

"Bro what the fuck are you doing? You can't make a decision like that before bringing it to the club, if Skinner finds out..." Chazz started in saying until Sick Boy cut him off, "When Skinner finds out what? That I made money for the club? That I brought in more cash than the strip club, and none of it is taxable. We can't keep sitting around a table listening to the Senior's Club talk about the way things were done back in the day...this is the present, the modern era man...we gotta change, roll with the times or get left behind bro!" Sick Boy said as he went back into the club...Chazz just knew this was probably going to end up badly.

The clubhouse was full of Sades members. All the guys from the Montreal chapter were there of course, a "welcome party" was a mandatory event, no excuse aside from being in prison was allowable for missing it, there were even members out from Quebec City, Gatineau, and Hull that made their way to Montreal for the party. Mamas were all over, lots of rumours of Oz from Vancouver had managed to make their way across country to Montreal, there was a chance he could end up being a big player in the club, and as such, all the Mamas were making it a point to introduce themselves and hopefully get him to a bedroom somewhere.

As Oz was mingling Skinner beckoned him over to the couch where he was with Liz. He gave Liz a nod and she wandered off, giving Oz a bit of a "fuck you" glare. Oz sat down on the couch. "I hear a lot of good things coming from Vancouver about you kid...and Six called me himself personally to vouch for you and clear up any misunderstandings surrounding the bust" Skinner said, Six was the President of the Vancouver chapter and had been the one who first brought Oz into the club out there. "He also gave me shit for taking one of his best guys and that he'd kick my ass himself if I didn't take care of you out here" Skinner said with a laugh and Oz smirked a little. "Listen...Rev's already telling me you got some ideas to solve our little street issue...after tonight you, me and Rev will sit down, I wanna hear what you got to say. Six said if there was a Sade that had the answer...you'd be the guy" Skinner said patting Oz on the back. "Thanks..and yeah, I'll do whatever I can" Oz said with a grin. "However...that's business and THIS is a fucking party...so go, get drunk, have fun, and I swear to god if you don't get laid tonight I'll kick your ass" Skinner said with a laugh as Oz laughed as well.

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Jester saw Davis walk into the clubhouse, he made his way over to Davis "he kid, glad you could make it man, welcome here" he said giving Davis a high five. Davis said he was glad to be here, and introduced his sister Reese, saying something about hoping it was alright. "Fuck man, it's a party, the more the merrier right?" Jester said with a grin. "Hey listen...tonight Mis Casa et Su Casa...drinks are free, girls are hanging around all over...enjoy yourself, just stay away from the Ol' Ladies or you may get your ass kicked" Jester said with a laugh. "Hey listen, I gotta run for now...but I wanna talk about all that tech shit still...I'll catch ya in a little bit" Jester said as he went off to mingle. This was different than the crowd at the college party, instead of college students it was bikers and what looked like strippers.

It didn't take long for Reese to attract some attention of her own. Grizz saw her and knew for sure she wasn't an Ol Lady, which meant she was fair game. There were a couple of other Sades members talking her up but when they saw the towering Grizz making his way over they dispersed pretty quick. "So what's a cute thing like you doing here?" Grizz asked Reese as he stepped up to her, his hands already on her hips, Grizz was huge, but he looked even larger compared to Reese's smaller frame, it looked like Grizz could pick her up in one hand like King Kong if he wanted. Reese mumbled a response to him, "It's pretty loud out here, how about we go chat somewhere quieter?" Grizz said, but it really wasn't a question as he slowly tugged her closer to him. He heard her say something about pills, Grizz grinned "those usually go for $10 a pop...but uh...come with me and I'll hook you up for free" Grizz said as he gripped Reese's wrist, whether she wanted to or not there wasn't really too much choice in the matter as Grizz grinned leading her to the back of the clubhouse.

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Chazz was sitting on the couch with two Mamas keeping him company when Sick Boy walked up to him and sat down, essentially chasing the girls off. Chazz shook his head, "I hate you...I fucking hate you" Chazz said as he saw the girls already talking up somebody else. "Bro check it out..." Sick Boy said as he showed him a roll of cash, "that's $2,400...and that's only been in like two or three days, now tell me Skinner aint going to be impressed seeing this shit!" Sick Boy said grinning from ear to ear. "Ever think about how you're going to bring that up to the club?" Chazz asked, "I mean what's your angle? Hey Boss, I started a job without telling you, using girls from the strip club...but uh hey here's some cash? Skinner's going to kick your ass bro" Chazz said shaking his head. Skinner had always been dead set against escorts or the prostitution ring and money or not, he didn't see this going over well with Skinner. "The club needs cash...we're not in a spot where we can pick and choose where our cash comes from, and if he's any type of decent President he'll fucking realize that" Sick Boy said, "Yeah well if you say it like that, I'm going to be interested to see the ass kicking coming with it" Chazz said as he scanned for the girls, then distracted Chazz saw Reese, "Hey, that's the chick from the party...I sold her two pills of Ex" Chazz said watching her, "Yeah looks like Grizz got his hands on her...ha, he'll fucking end up breaking that bitch into like three pieces" Sick Boy said laughing as Chazz shot him a glare. He frowned, Grizz was never known for his gentleness in anything, and the stories Mamas had told would suggest he was the same in bed too. But it was Grizz....he was too big to fuck with, no matter who you were, but for some reason he felt bad for the girl, then a thought hit him. "Hey...see that dude over there?" he said pointing to Davis, he had seen him talking with Jester at the college party the night before, "The black kid in the jacket over there...looks like he took a wrong turn...that kid?" Sick Boy asked referring to Davis. "Yeah, apparently Jester is bringing him in to Prospect...already told Skinner that he could replace you in the club" Chazz said, totally lying but he needed to start a fight and this was the way to do it. "This mother fucker is dead!" Sick Boy said as he jumped up and headed over to Davis, "too easy" Chazz thought to himself.

Chazz walked up to Davis, tapped him on the shoulder then hit him with a right cross to the chin as he crumpled to the floor, Sick Boy jumped on him and started punching him, he got in a few solid punches till Jester grabbed his arm "You fucking moron, the kid's with me!" Jester said, as Sick Boy took a swing at him knocking him down. A crowd formed as Jester brought his leg up catching Sick Boy in the stomach, then got up and tackled him to the ground. The two guys were punching each other on the ground.

Chazz grinned and got up running into the room Grizz had gone to. He walked in seeing Reese on the bed and Grizz with his shirt off already, "Hey Grizz...Sick Boy and Jester are going at it in the lobby" he said quickly. As Sargeant at Arms it was Grizz's job to ensure security, including stopping fights inside the clubhouse which was frowned upon in the club. "Fucking hell...I'll be right back" Grizz said as he walked out of the room. It was just Chazz and Reese now, he looked at her grinning "Now I could be wrong but I'm thinking I got myself a repeat customer, am I right?" Chazz asked with a grin looking down at Reese.

Outside the fight was still going. Grizz grabbed Sick Boy's arm and yanked him back, in his anger all Sick Boy did was swing, punching Grizz in the jaw, Grizz barely flinched at the shot as both Jester and Sick Boy stopped dead. Grizz grabbed Sick Boy and shoved him clear across the floor, he tripped and slammed straight into Oz who had his back turned at that moment....

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Oz was sitting near the bar, talking with a few members, getting to know names and stuff when he saw the lawyer walk in, however she was dressed way different than she had been in her office the two previous meetings. She wasn't quite dressed like a Mama, but she definitely had left the pants suit and blazer at home. She noticed him checking her out and made a comment, "Well, it's just the first time I've been able to evaluate your full body of work" he said with a grin to her, and he knew he was in the clear when she grinned back and made another comment. "I mean you're a lawyer, I thought researching law books was what you guys did for fun" Oz said and laughed as she said something about him not having a clue what she did for fun, then flashing another grin. This was almost a polar opposite of how she was in the office, which was probably a good thing, a flirtatious lawyer in a court room probably wouldn't work. As they talked there was a fight of some sort going on behind them but Oz wasn't paying attention. Suddenly he was hit, as Sick Boy had been thrown across the floor and straight into him. He spilled his beer down the front of his shirt.

He turned to look at Sick Boy, obviously pissed off. "Hey man..I uh..." that was all he got out as Oz smashed the now empty beer bottle over his head as Sick Boy dropped back down to the ground as everyone cheered. Skinner and Rev walked up as Sick Boy was still trying to figure out where he was. "Well brother, looks like you need a change of clothing huh...how about you come with us" Skinner said with a grin, as Ronnie had joined them now too. Oz turned to Melinda "don't go anywhere" he said with a grin as he followed Skinner, Rev, and Ronnie, with Grizz coming behind them.

They entered into Skinner's office and there was a leather Sades cut lying on the desk, "This is your cut from Vancouver...with some changes" Skinner said with a grin as he held it up, "Welcome to the club brother" Skinner said as he gave Oz a hug, as did the other officers. "Fuck it's been too long" Oz said as he slid the cut back on, it felt as though he was now his old self again, it was funny how good it felt to be wearing it again. The only changes was the bottom rocker on the back now said "MONTREAL" instead of "VANCOUVER", and the front had the Sades Iron Cross ontop of a red Fleur de Lis on the chest, the symbol for the Mother Club of the Sades. "This feels real good" Oz said with a grin. They then walked out and Skinner called everyone's attention.

"Hey listen up. We're all here for one reason tonight...to welcome Oz, a brother from the West Coast into the Montreal Chapter of the Sades. This guy's the real deal...as Sick Boy found out already" Skinner said with a laugh. "So allow me to be the first one to say welcome to the family brother!" He gave Oz a hug again and the clubhouse erupted in cheers, then Skinner shouted "Now let's fucking drink!" he shouted as the party went back into full swing.

Oz made his way through all the congratulation and welcome home hugs and handshakes and found his way back to Melinda. "So where were we?" he asked with a grin.

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As the guys were welcoming Oz Liz walked by Misty, "Was it dress up like a slut night tonight?" Liz said casually as she passed by Misty. Misty glared and snapped back a response. Liz laughed "Oh come on, you don't actually think Rev was into you because of your ability to carry an intelligent conversation do you?" Liz said with a smirk. Misty made a comment to her about it took one to know one. "Well honey I've never actually had to spread my legs to god knows who in order to make a living...but I guess we're just different that way huh?". She knew that was a low blow to Misty, but that's why she said it. "just make sure you hang on to Rev honey, he's probably the only thing keeping you from selling that ass on a street corner for $5 a ride" she said with a smirk as she walked off. Liz was a total bitch but being Skinner's wife, she knew nobody could touch her, which allowed her to run her mouth to anyone she wanted. She loved seeing Misty fuming as she walked off.

Rev made his way over to Misty, "Hey, just ignore her shit alright, she's just doing it to get a reaction out of you" he said as he wrapped his arms around her, Misty still glaring at Liz. "Here, how about you come with me and we'll go start our own part somewhere else" Rev said whispering to her.

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Chazz laid down on the bed beside Reese, he held a package in his hand but it looked different. "If you liked the two pills I gave you the other night, you gotta try this shit" he said, it was a different colour "It's 90% pure X, not like the stuff before, it was 60%, this stuff will give you an even more amazing high, and it'll last way longer" he said as he slowly slid it into her mouth and handed her a bottle of water. She said something quietly, as he laid back, waiting for the drug's affects to hit.

Davis had somehow lost Reese in the crowd and was looking for her when suddenly struck in the jaw. He hit the ground and covered up his chest as he was stomped. It wasn't the first time he was stomped but atleast he saw it coming the last time. Suddenly, the attention was off him. Jester and the guy started fighting while all Davis could do was back against a wall, holding onto his chin. He could take a punch pretty well for a certified nerd, but the shock of the blow was what had hime stuck.

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Reese found herself alot more popular then she was used to.Left and Right guys were coming up to her, some playing with her hair, others took her hand. It was kinda cool until one. A very big one came up to her. She wanted to crawl into a hole when he put his hands around her waist, although it was as if he only needed one hand.

Before she knew it, she was being dragged off by him.
Next thing she knew she was on her back and he was removing his shirt. Reese was scared too scared to more. She didn't know how to react. Suddenly, the guy from before appeared. He told the big one about a fight and as he left, Reese coud finally breath. He then grinned at her, making a comment about being a repeat costumer. "Y-yea, It cleared my head, The art that came out of that...." She said shaking her head some. "If you liked the two pills I gave you the other night, you gotta try this shit." He said after he lay beside her in the bed. He slipped it into her mouth explaining the difference. "Longer?" She peeped, all she could think about was the amazing art she could create with longer effect. Then suddenly, everything began to sharpen, her fear and nervousness vanished. She looked over at him and smiled. "I think you're my muse?" She breathed as she moved closer to him. He asked her how she was feeling as he wrapped an arm around her. "Inspired." She said before bridging the gap between them.

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Melina didn't honestly know why she came to this party. Bordom, she supposed. She was dressed in a litte black dress, had taking a seat at the bar. Sure enough Oz came back over. "I believe you were shamelessly flirting." She said taking a sip of her drink. She had to admit, she liked this one. She looked down at his cut. "I supposed congratulations are in order then?" She said and he made a comment. "Mhm. Welcome to the club." She said. He said something about her not being a member. "No, But I might as well be." She said, she knew more about the club then half of it's members.

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Misty was still pissed off that that bitch went there but she had a way to work out that aggression, She grabbed Rev's hand and lead him into one of the backrooms. Shortly after, they got to tearing off each other's clothes. He pinned her against the wall as she wrapped legs around his waist, while they made out furiously. In the middle of it, She pulled away, her lips anyway, "You like that huh, baby," She moaned. " You ain't goin anywhere, are you?" She said, Liz had successful struck Misty's chord. She knew Rev was the only thing keeping her here, and she knew so long as he wanted her, she was safe. She had to make sure he didn't want for anything.

Oz woke up the next morning, the two Mama's were passed out on either side of him. He got up, got his clothes back on and headed out into the lobby. The Mama's and Prospects were going to have a hell of a time cleaning this all up today he thought to himself as he surveyed the damage. There were half naked, or fully naked girls scattered around, along with equally clad bikers. He walked over to the bar looking for some coffee.

"Good luck if you're looking for coffee" Rev said as he walked in from the hallway aswell, he looked like he had done his fair share of partying last night too. "Usually the Mama's around here make the coffee, but they were too busy looking for their next meal ticket last night I guess" Rev said as they both laughed. Then Rev saw one of the Prospects walking in "Hey Prospect...get your ass down to the Tim Horton's at the corner...pick up two extra large coffees...one with 2 sugars...and you?" Rev asked Oz, "I'm good with black" Oz said as the Prospect headed out. "Don't keep us fucking waiting either!" Rev yelled.

"So after the coffees, me and you are heading over to Skinner's place to talk some business. Then we gotta get some shopping done" Rev said, Oz looked at him "Shopping?" he asked, "Yeah, we gotta get you a ride brother" he said with a grin, Oz had to smile about that.

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Chazz was up, he'd been waken up by a text from Skinner. "Got a job for you, take Sick Boy along too. Give me a call for details" that was all the text read. He knew it was too early to call Skinner, nobody wanted to be the guy who woke him up early in the morning. He found Sick Boy and woke him up with a slap to the head. "He dumbass wake up...we got work to do, Boss has a job, so get your ass moving and let's go" he said as Sick Boy staggered to untangle himself from the passed out Mama on the couch. The two gave Rev and Oz a nod and headed out the door. "We'll head over to my place, grab some of my gear and then we'll call Skinner for the details" Chazz shouted. Sick Boy was still coming out of his sleep, so he just nodded and followed along behind Chazz as the two of them pulled out of the parking lot of the clubhouse. As they pulled out they both flipped the middle finger to the RCMP surveilance van sitting outside the clubhouse. They didn't have any devices inside the clubhouse but it wasn't uncommon for them to sit out front with cameras, waiting in case the Sades made a mistake and gave them something they could use.

Back at Chazz's place, Sick Boy started making some coffee as Chazz got his tools together. He then gave Skinner a call. "Hey Boss it's Chazz, what's up?" he asked. "We need 6 Mac computers, uh...2 modems....and 4 flash drives, they have to be the ones in a green pack, apparently they're encrypted or some shit. We need that shit ASAP, whenever you and Sick Boy can get the stuff bring it to Jester, got it?" Skinner said explaining the job to Chazz. "Yeah boss, no problem, we'll have em by tomorrow" he said jotting all the info down onto a notepad then hung up. "Smash and grab?" Sick Boy asked, handing Chazz a coffee, "Yeah..minus the smash part...what is this, amateur hour?" he asked taking the coffee.

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The Prospect had brought some coffee back, and then took his place disappearing. As they enjoyed the coffee, Misty came out of the room, walking up to Rev. "Hey baby" he said giving her a deep kiss as she returned it eagerly. "Got work to do...but uh...behave yourself or I'll have to punish you later" he said with a grin as they both finished the coffees, Misty made a flirtatious comment back as the two guys got up to leave. As the guys left the clubhouse Misty saw Reese had found her way out of the bedroom.

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Rev and Oz took one of the SUV's, tossing their cuts in the back seat as they took off. Rev would have flipped the cops off as well but the windows were tinted on the Escalade they were driving. "See that's our fucking problem" Rev said as they drove. "Cops are fucking everywhere...RCMP...QPP...you name it, and with the RC's and provincial cops on our ass it makes it that much harder to get the local cops to play ball. Sure before it was easy, but with all this provincial and federal attention...they don't want to get caught doing shit" Rev said shaking his head. "How'd the college party work out?" Oz asked. "Good man, real good actually, I think the guys brought in close to $500, not bad for working one party" Rev said. "Who's the local concert promoter around here?" Oz asked. "Well Live Nation does a lot, sometimes the radio stations, but there's a company Red Sky Entertainment, it's run by this guy Michael Desbiens, he puts on a lot of concerts, rap, rock, hip hop, pretty much everything you want...why you ask?" Rev asked. Oz grinned "I got some ideas" said as they continued driving.

Chazz and Sick Boy walked into a Best Buy, he was wearing a white t-shirt under a black hoodie and had his hair combed properly. Sick Boy didn't know why he had to do his hair for robbing a place but he was just a long for the ride. "Alright...cause a distraction" Chazz said to Sick Boy. He grinned and walked up to a sales guy. "You are a fucking liar!!" he yelled at the guy who jumped. "You fucking told me that getting a TV like this would make my life better and you were WRONG asshole!" Sick Boy yelled and bumped into the guy. As expected, sales people and managers quickly made their way to the commotion, Chazz grinned, Sick Boy could go on like that forever. He slid off his hoodie, making sure to keep his face turned away from the cameras. He then slipped on a blue blazer with a name tag on it, it was close enough to pass for an employee vest as long as nobody looked close enough. He ducked into the back, fortunately there weren't any staff around.

Chazz quickly found the the flash drives and other smaller things quickly, disabled the inventory tags so they wouldn't set off the alarms, and slipped them into his backpack. The computers were going to be tougher, instead of disabling the tags, he scanned them and then entered them in as if they had been sold. He then moved them to over to the bins where the sold items being held for pickup were stored. He entered the name "Samson Morrison" as a false ID of the purchaser. Then slipped out the back door, throwing his hoodie back on. He had all the stuff, he quickly texted Sick Boy "get your ass out of there", then walked over to the club's white van he was using. He took the hoodie and blazer off and slipped on a leather jacket, and pulled on a baseball cap. As Sick Boy was coming out, still yelling about them being liars or something, they didn't talk or acknowledge each other as Sick Boy hopped onto his bike and took off.

Chazz walked in to the customer service desk, "Hey, I uh bought a couple Macs here the other day, I'm coming to pick them up" he said, then slid the lady the receipt he'd just printed. He had crumpled the receipt a bit to make it look older, and to hide the date. The clerk grinned and pulled up the order "yes...right here...do you need a hand with that?" she asked, Chazz grinned "yeah I'd love some help" he said. Two staff people helped him carry the computers to the van, he thanked them then hopped into the van and took off. It'd be at least another 24 hours or more before they'd notice the mistake in their inventory, and with Chazz careful not to leave finger prints, it'd be almost impossible to figure out what happened.

Chazz texted Jester that he had all the stuff.

After the robbery at Best Buy, Chazz and Sick Boy parted ways. Chazz took the stuff back to Jester and Sick Boy had his own stuff to worry about. He headed over to a local jazz club. He walked inside and sat down in the booth, after waiting a few minutes Rob showed up. "So how's business going?" he asked Rob as the guy sat down. "Listen we got a problem...." Rob said looking a bit frustrated. "What's the problem?" Sick Boy asked frowning a little. "Well....it's Marty. He's kinda caught onto our game, and now he's changing the girls' shifts. Now they got these staggered shifts and usually aren't ending till the very end of the night, that's way too late for our parties man. He's also put the word out to other strip club owners as well....we can't match what the girls are making on their regular shifts" Rob said. Sick Boy pounded the table in frustration, this was a perfectly good side gig but now Marty was fucking it up. "Okay...give me the top...three girls you want from the Red Room, and I'll work something out" Sick Boy said. Rob jotted three names down on a piece of paper and handed it to Sick Boy. Sick Boy nodded, "I'll take care of this...we'll keep in touch" he said as Rob nodded. Sick Boy finished his drink and then headed out.

His next stop was the Red Room, he was glad to see none of the other members were around. "Where's Marty at?" Sick Boy asked one of the waitresses, she pointed to his office. Sick Boy went down the hallway away from the dance music, he opened the door and found Marty at his desk counting some money. "We need to talk Marty" Sick Boy said as he closed the door. "What do you want, I got no business with you tonight" he said a bit annoyed. "I need you to get the girls back to regular shifts...they're complaining and believe it or not Marty, they got lives outside of dancing" Sick Boy said trying to sound concerned. "Bullshit, I know your game, you're working with those two fucking pretty boys and their ride-along, fuck-along party service they're running. You know it's lucky Skinner hasn't found out about this, he'd be fucking pissed at you my friend" Marty said pointing his finger at Sick Boy. He grabbed Marty by the tie and nearly dragged him over the desk. "Shut the fuck up Marty, listen...I need Summer, Mercedes, and Azia to get their fucking regular shifts back. I don't give a fuck about the other girls, but they get back to regular shifts...they're off no later than 11:30 pm got it?" Sick Boy said as he was choking Marty over his desk. All Marty could do was need a squeak out a yes. "Good, glad we're on the same page....and I don't have to tell you to keep your mouth shut about this do I?" Sick Boy asked, Marty shook his head no quickly. "Good...nice talking with ya Marty" he said letting the man go and walking out of the office.

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Rev got back to the clubhouse, he saw Misty and could tell something was up, he knew Liz was at home with Skinner so it couldn't be that. He walked over to her sitting on the couch "did my girl behave herself while Daddy was gone?" he said with a grin as he put his arm around her.

Oz grinned as she gestured for him to come into the shower and started kissing him. He picked her up and pressed her against the cold tile wall as the continued making out, starting going at it all over again. Oz wasn't sure why but this woman was driving him crazier than most girls. Maybe it was because of her being the one used to being in control, he could tell this was new territory for her, and he figured most guys wouldn't be able to get her to submit like she had. But then again most guys would have been terrified about losing a woman like Melina, pissing her off and having her storm off on them, Oz didn't care. Sure he liked her and wanted to keep her around, but if she got pissed and stormed out the door it wouldn't have been a big issue for him. She seemed to know that too, and with that sway of influence gone he was free and clear to call the shots, however he also knew women like Melina, strong, in control, used to calling the shots loved running into guys like Oz, some people might call him an Alpha Male, he didn't know about all that, he just knew he was done putting up with bullshit from women, and once he realized that they seemed to flock to him...well, certain ones anyway.

Their moans filled the bathroom as the shower ran over both of them, there wasn't much time for talking as their mouths were much too busy doing other things at that moment. At one point he had turned her around, pressing her face first into the wall as he continued to control the action, she had tensed a little, and he heard her whisper something, he didn't stop, he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere they both were enjoying, but he was paying close attention her reactions the next few moments, he wanted to be in control, not rape her. Fortunately for him she seemed to settle back into enjoying herself and he kept on going as if he'd had no thoughts of stopping. As they finsihed he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back kissing her head then kissing her mouth deeply as he whispered to her "some people would say that I just made you my bitch" he whispered with a grin, interested to see her response.

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Chazz pulled up to Reese's apartment building. He went up to her door, knocking on it, he grinned when she opened it, yeah she was defintiely sober by now. "So, how ya doing after last night...that was a pretty intense high you took" he said as he walked in. She mumbled something to him, he sat down on the couch looking at all the paintings, "Those pills I gave you...they helped do all this didn't they?" he asked with a grin, she nodded sheepishly. "So...you called me, what's up?" he asked. He wasn't sure if she just wanted some more pills, or if she wanted more of what they did last night. He saw the picture of him she'd painted, "I think that one is my favourite" he said laughing.

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Sick Boy walked out to the alley and got on his bike when he heard a voice behind him. "Whatcha been doing brother?", it was the voice of Bigfoot. He was a huge native who had a long history with the club, he had been the original Sgt. at Arms of the Sades and had been up until a few years ago when he stepped down and Grizz took over the position. "Hey Bigfoot, what are ya doing out here brother, all the girls are inside" he said with a laugh. "Yeah I know eh, but uh what were you doing roughing up Marty inside there eh?" Bigfoot asked as he stepped closer. "Fuck" Sick Boy thought, Bigfoot was still well respected in the club and if he heard what Sick Boy and Marty had been talking about, Sick Boy was as good as fucked with Skinner. "You know, Marty gets into those moods of his and sometimes needs a reminder of who owns his club" Sick Boy said with a laugh. Bigfoot walked closer, "ya know if Skinner finds out about you eh, he ain't going to be too happy eh" Bigfoot said glaring at Sick Boy. "Okay man...look...I'm going to bring it up to Skinner and the club at Church, but you know Skinner, he ain't going to listen, so I figured I'd make some dough, prove to him how lucrative this gig can be, and then if he wants me to stop...I'm done, I aint going to go against Skinner, but sometimes you gotta do things differently ya know?" Sick Boy said, hoping that was enough to keep him quiet for now. "If it don't come up at Church brother, you know I'm going to say something eh...so make sure you aint trying to pull something quick eh brother?" Bigfoot said as he turned and walked back into the Red Room.

"Fuck, that's going to complicate shit" Sick Boy thought to himself as he fired up his bike and took off, if Bigfoot knew what he was up to, he'd have to put a bit more thought into how he did stuff with this new gig of his. It was way too much money for him to just leave it alone.

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Rev had gotten up before Misty, he'd gone to meet with Skinner in his office.

Misty had been at the bar of the clubhouse making herself some coffee when Liz walked in, looking for Skinner. "Well look what the pimp dragged in" Liz said looking at Misty who just glared at her. "Is my husband here? He didn't come home last night and I figured he was out here fooling around with one of your slut sisters here" Liz said with a smirk taking another shot at Misty. Liz then glanced at her up and down, "looks like somebody had a role in the sack...was it with Rev?" Liz asked, and smirked as Misty snapped at her that she'd never cheat on Rev, "ohhh, that's cute" she said as she rolled her eyes. She saw the anger in Misty's eyes, she grinned, "Come on bitch...hit me, you know you want to, you've been dying to for years...come on, fucking hit me" she said taunting Misty. She smirked as Misty just stood there, "I figured as much...I'm willing to be you're actually paying Rev ontop of the sex just so he doesn't kick your fucking ass to the corner" she said. She was used to acting like this to all the girls around but she wasn't expecting was what came next...as Misty's fist connected with her jaw and sent her to the floor...

Jester was outside the clubhouse when he saw Davis roll up, on a skateboard. They talked a little and Davis handed him a roll of money, the $25 thousand Skinner had given Davis instead. Jester wasn't sure what to do, had it been the other way around Jester would have definitely just kept the money himself. "Thanks kid" he said, not sure what else to say or do. Davis hopped on his skateboard and took off, "Hey kid...ya may want to get a better ride eh?" Jester shouted at him, "I know" Davis called back with a laugh.

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"You know how about I just keep it here and come over anytime I want to look at it" Chazz said, grinning at Reese. Even sober he had to admit she was pretty cute, definitely not like the Mama's back at the club who were pretty much all over any guy wearing a cut. She kept talking, she almost sounded like some like nervous and excited teenager as she talked about her art and other stuff. Just then he got a text from Ronnie saying there was a meeting happening at the clubhouse, "Hey...uh....work calls again" he said, "but uh...I'll swing by again maybe later tonight if i got time" he said standing up, then reached into his pocket "Hey I got two more pills...like the first ones, not like last night" he said with a grin as she saw her look almost reluctant at first, "on me...consider it payment for the drawing" he said as he left them on a table near the door. "Catch ya later" he said as he headed out the door.

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Ronnie had spent the better portion of the night going around to different "friends" of the club and getting the cash for the half a million they had. He had come up with a story of how they needed to convert some funds into cash, in their line of work people never really asked questions. He also kept it quiet that they had half a million dollars.

As the members filed into the Chapel, Ronnie had rolls of cash, counted out into rolls of $25 thousand, sitting on the table. As everyone was present and accounted for Skinner started things off. "Alright...well...we recently made a move to un-freeze $25 thousand dollars of our money that was locked up in a frozen account in the bank. In doing so, we kinds took a bit more money than that...about half a million" he said as everyone reacted at the number. "Now...Ronnie will explain the rest" he said as Ronnie stood up. "Okay, we didn't want to take the half a mill cause it's a pretty damn large amount and the cops are definitely going to be looking for it...if they find us a half a mill richer for no reason...we're on the hook. So on this table is half a million dollars...divided up into rolls of $25 thousand. Each one of you will get ONE roll." Ronnie said, emphasizing the word one. "Now here's the deal. You need to spend this NOW, within 24 hours every single cent on this table has to be gone. Now, I would suggest buying something you can re-sell later on, once the heat dies down, because we WILL be asking for this money back. The way it'll work, we will increase our club dues...in reality they'll stay the same, but by doing that, it'll allow you guys to pay back the money through club dues without alerting suspicion, so consider this a loan. And trust me, I'll be keeping track of what everyone owes the club." Ronnie said.

There were a few questions until Oz put up his hand. "That's a great plan and all...but mind if I make a suggestion?" Oz asked, and Skinner gave him the floor. "Instead of spending it all here....why don't we do a midnight run to Atlantic City. Hit the casinos down there. It's about a 7 hour ride from here, we hit the casinos for a couple hours, then head back. If we lose the money so be it, we pay the money back as originally planned. If guys win, the initial $25 thousand gets paid back over time, and they keep whatever they win ontop of that for themselves" Oz said. Ronnie nodded and looked at Skinner "the idea definitely works" he said to Skinner. "Alright...all in favour of a little shopping spree, raise your hands" Skinner said. A few guys raised their hands. "Alright...all in favour of a midnight run to Atlantic City...raise your hands" Skinner said as everyone else's hand went in the air. "Alright...well I think that settles it. Grizz...get the Prospects to get everything read for the run, and map out the route. Ronnie, I'll leave the cross-border logistics to you?" Skinner said as Ronnie nodded, "Rev...you book the hotel" Skinner said, "And everyone else...we ride out at 4pm, so go sleep or do whatever the fuck you need to do...we ride at 4 pm tomorrow, and this is a mandatory run!" Skinner said as the club cheered.

As the club filed out of the Chapel, Ronnie looked at Skinner "I'm glad he came to us" he said with a grin as Skinner laughed.

The ride went off without a hitch, the only other MC they saw was the Red Devil's MC who had met them just past the border. The Sades rolled up to one of the casinos and parked their bikes, as usual all in a line, with the back of the bike's facing the curb. They did this for two reasons, first cause it made it quicker to take off if they needed to, and second because it hid their license plates from any cops that might be passing by.

Once in the casino the club pretty much spread out. Skinner took Liz with him to one of the Black Jack tables. He had already cashed in his money for chips as he sat down, "Well wish me luck baby" he said as Liz pretty much sat on his one leg as he started playing. As he was playing this one guy who looked to be like a middle aged business type kept looking at him, "You want something buddy?" Skinner finally asked slightly annoyed. "Well...I mean...it's just kinda cool, I mean you're like a real biker aren't you?" the guy said, as if he was talking to a rock star. "Yeah something like that" Skinner said as he was paying more attention to his cards than the guy beside him. "You know...I ride a bike too" the guy said with a grin, Skinner looked at him "With pedals?" he asked and Liz had to stifle a laugh. The guy just laughed, "So...like...have you ever killed anyone before?" the guy asked in a hushed tone, Skinner looked at him "Yeah once...cut a guy's throat so deep I thought his head would come off" he said, the man just gushed "that's real bad ass, what'd he do...like mess with your ride or something?" the man asked still in a hushed tone, "Nah...he was annoying the hell out of me at a Black Jack table" Skinner said as he gave the guy a glance, the smile faded quickly. "Oh...right...that's cool...I'll just be...ummm..." the guy stammered as Skinner cut in "leaving?" the guy made a nervous chuckle as he nodded, took his chips and then left.

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Sick Boy, Rev, and Ronnie made their way to one of the high stakes Texas Hold Em poker tables. The plan was to play together and maximize the amount of money they won. Misty was hanging off of Rev's shoulder as they played a few hands and the three of them started taking in some pretty good wins. One of the Floormen at the casino started hanging around the table suspecting the three of them of playing together. After a few more wins, the Floorman took Misty by the arm, suspecting her of helping the rest of them cheat. "Maam you gotta leave the table" he said. Rev got up out of his seat immediately "Listen buddy let her go now before you got yourself a real problem", both Ronnie and Sick Boy stood up as well. The Pit Boss made his way over, "Gentlemen what seems to be the problem?" he asked, he'd seen their patches...and the nearly 20 other matching patches in the casino. "Tell your bitch here to let go of my girl" Rev said not taking his eyes off the Floorman. "She's helping them cheat the table" the Floorman said, "Well somebody's going to be helping you eat through a straw!" Rev said, his fists clenched already. Another Floorman had made his way over as "backup". "Listen...the dealer's shift is almost over, why not mingle around and we'll just forget about all this...I mean no need for my backup here right?" the Pit Boss asked. As he said that Bigfoot and Grizz walked up behind the second Floorman. Both Floormen were relatively big, but compared to Bigfoot and Grizz, well everyone seemed small. "you mean there won't be any need for our backup right?" Ronnie asked with a grin. The Pit Boss could tell he'd gotten into a tight spot, "Let the girl go huh?" he said as the Floorman let Misty go, and she thanked him with an open face slap across the face which produced a laugh from the other guys. "Ya know guys...this table was getting cold anyway...let's go find another table" Ronnie said glaring at the Pit Boss as they group moved away from the table.

Rev asked Misty if she was okay, and she whispered something back into his ear. He had already won a decent amount of money, so he figured he deserved a break. "I'll catch up with you guys later" he said as Misty was practically pulling him towards the elevator to the hotel rooms they'd booked.

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Chazz and Reese spent some time just checking out the casino. They went by the slot machines "You ever gamble before?" Chazz asked as Reese blushed and shook her head. Chazz walked over and put $200 into a coin machine and got a cup full of coins. "Let's see how good you are?" he said with a grin as he handed her the cup, she made some comment about not wanting to lose his money, "Hey, I'm giving it to you...it's your money, so let's see what you can do with it baby girl?" he said, he sat on a chair and pulled her into his lap after she chose the machine.

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Oz grinned as they walked into the casino "Not used to riding a bike for 7 hours huh?" he said laughing as he could tell Melina was a bit stiff, the ride had gotten to him a bit too. Normally Oz would have been able to do a 7 hour ride no problem, but it'd been a few years since his last big ride, but he could tell Melina was feeling it. She commented about how it was mainly her legs that were sore, "Hey, I got all the time in the world to throw my money away...Rev got me a suite with a jacuzzi...that'd probably help loosen up those legs a bit" he said, then laughed as she made some comment about how he'd already loosened her legs up. "I thought I was supposed to be the one with the dirty jokes" he said with a laugh as they headed for the hotel room first.

Bigfoot ran into Sick Boy who had a nice stack of chips. "Looks like you done okay eh brother?" Bigfoot asked as he walked up to Sick Boy. "Yeah can't complain, making some nice cash for myself" Sick Boy said with a grin. "You know I don't recall you bringing up your little business eh? At the meeting, thought you said that was the plan eh?" Bigfoot asked giving him a hard look. "Whatever man, listen Oz made the comment about this trip and everyone's focus was off...it wasn't the right time" Sick Boy said trying to blow it off. "Seems like it was fine to me brother. Unless you aint planning on telling Skinner what you all got going on eh?" Bigfoot said with an accusing look. "Listen...what the fuck..." Sick Boy realized that inside a casino hall probably wasn't the best place to be discussing business, with all the mics and cameras everywhere. "Let's talk" Sick Boy said as Bigfoot nodded, they exited the casino and made their way out back, no cameras and microphones.

"Okay man, say whatever the fuck you gotta say, cause in there it sounded like you were accusing me of something" Sick Boy said shouting at Bigfoot. "All I'm saying is you're making a lot of money brother, using the club's girls to make your money...that aint right brother, you know you gotta say something" Bigfoot said accusingly. "Wh..what the fuck? Are you trying to stay I'd steal from the club? Are you fucking questioning how serious I am about these colours?" Sick Boy said getting into Bigfoot's face. "Back off man, I aint afraid to throw down with a young punk like you eh, teach you a few things man" Bigfoot said glaring at him. "Bring it on you fucking Comanche Sasquatch" Sick Boy said, getting ready for the iminent fight that was brewing. Bigfoot grinned, "Or maybe I'll just go till Skinner you're taking money from the club...then let him kick your ass" Bigfoot said as he grinned and turned towards the door. Sick Boy knew if Skinner found out he'd be in shit, "Hey man...listen...we just all got heated and shit...listen if you keep quiet a bit longer, I'll tell him once we're back home" Sick Boy said pleading with Bigfoot. "You know I've been in this club a long time, and it's young guys like you who started fucking things up. We had a perfect way of doing things eh? But no, you young guys know better. Either you tell Skinner now, or I do brother" Bigfoot said looking at Sick Boy.

"Alright...fine...you win....and uh, sorry about, ya know...the Sasquatch thing" Sick Boy said as he apologized to Bigfoot, Bigfoot grinned and shook Sick Boy's hand "No prob....." suddenly Bigfoot's eyes went wide, he looked down and saw Sick Boy's knife stuck all the way into his stomach. "Sorry...brother" Sick Boy whispered as he pulled the knife out and then plunged back in several more times. He then let Bigfoot drop to the ground, no cameras, he was in the clear until he heard "oh my god", and a shriek. A waitress had been in the alley for a smoke break, things were turning from bad to worse for Sick Boy, the waitress went to run inside but the door had locked on her, Sick Boy ran after her as she fled down the alley. He tackled her halfway down the alley, she was trying to scream but he managed to cover her mouth. He pinned her to the ground and drove the knife deep into her several times, her eyes wide with fear as she stared into his face, eventually her struggles faded and her eyes closed as her body went limp.

Sick Boy stood up, "fucking hell!" he thought to himself, this was a mess. He walked back over to Bigfoot and pulled the cut off of him, he then threw it in a nearby dumpster. He took his wallet and his share of the $25 thousand, he tossed the wallet and tucked the money into his wallet. If the cops did bother do ID him, with his cut missing it'd look like it may have been another club. Satisfied that nobody else had seen him he walked back into the club as if nothing had happened.

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Rev grinned as Misty was on him right away, and no sooner had the clothes come off than they were well underway. Before Misty had always been worried about making Rev happy, but now she was wild, like she was hungry and he was the only thing she could have. They went at it for a few hours before Misty curled up against him in the bed.

Rev kept whispering little things into her ear as she giggled, his one free hand stroking her hair as they lay in the bed together. Misty mentioned the marriage thing again, although it wasn't as straightfoward this time. She asked him what his issue was with it, saying she just wanted to understand. "My parents were married and practically hated each other, they always said they stayed together cause of the ring...or cause of the kids...whatever. I guess I figure if somebody doesn't have anything keeping them from leaving, if they stick around it must mean they really want to be around you. With a ring, marriage...it's all a mess if you want to get out, half the people married probably want out but figure it's not worth the hassle....I dunno, that's my issue anyway" he said quietly as they talked. She smiled and mentioned how they had never really talked before, Rev grinned "That's cause your mouth was always busy" he said as they both laughed. "Hey...gimme credit, us outlaw types don't do this feelings shit that well...so if you get anything like this at all you're probably lucky" he said with a grin. They laid there a bit longer until Misty looked up at him with a grin and asked if he wanted to go gambling now, "Yeah let's go baby" he said.

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Chazz and Reese played a few more slot machines and she actually won more money. "Hey let's go check out the club" Chazz said as he led Reese to the club that was attached to the casino. They found a booth in the corner and sat down, Reese was still excited about the money she'd won, she kept asking if he was sure she could keep it, "Yeah babygirl, it's yours I told you already" he said. There were people dancing and the lights flashing everywhere in the club. "Hey...wanna pop one of these and do some dancing?" Chazz asked showing her some X pills in his hand.

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Oz and Melina made there way into the hotel room, she asked him how he was able to ride so long without feeling like an old person, "you get used to it, 7 hours isn't that long of a trip...I've done 15 straight once, with only stopping to gas up and eat...that's a bit tougher on you than 7 hours" he said with a laugh. He then grinned as Melina took his hand leading him over to the jacuzzi, saying something about loosening up. (continued in PM)

Chazz grinned as he held onto Reese's waist as she danced and began dirty dancing, grinding on him. It was almost shocking to watch the near sudden change in her attitude, from the giggling and cute girl he'd been hopping around the casino with, to what she was now, no inhibitions and open in terms of sexual actions with other people. Chazz decided to take advantage of the siutation and proceeded to grab and fondle her as they danced together, with moans being the only thing she had for a response.

Rev looked at Misty with a grin, "can't let them get all the spotlight can we?" Rev whispered as he saw Misty grin as he pulled her onto the dance floor as well. Rev knew Misty was rather competitve and wouldn't just stand by and let Reese out-dance her on the floor, which is the main reason he had suggested it. Rev's hands found their way to Misty's waist as she too began dirty dancing and grinding against him.

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Sick Boy walked back into the casino and headed for the bar. He'd just committed a double murder mere seconds ago, he had checked himself for any blood splatter and cleaned off any he had. He ordered a few shots of hard liquor and downed them all pretty quick. His hand was still shaking a bit so he ordered another round of shots, he'd just killed Bigfoot. Not only was he a fellow brother, he was a former officer and one of the founding members, if it ever got out that he'd murdered Bigfoot, Sick Boy just shook his head at the thought and ordered a third round of shots, he had to get drunk and quick.

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Ronnie was walking through the casino, he'd put together a nice little win streak and figured it was time for a little break, that's when he saw Darla with the tech kid. Ronnie walked over and grabbed Darla's hips from behind "Hey baby, glad you made the trip" he said catching her by surprise. She stammered for a reply when Davis turned and looked at Ronnie. "Hey, I got this amazing view from my hotel room, I was thinking I could take you upstairs and show you" Ronnie said as his hands ran over Darla's body. He could tell Darla was a little conflicted, she was with this kid, but not only was he just some member of the club, he was one of the Officers, a pretty big prize for a Mama.

Ronnie was suddenly jolted as he felt Davis smack his shoulder, saying something about how Darla was busy. Ronnie grinned at Davis, "who the fuck are you?" Ronnie asked in a calm manner. Davis stated he was the reason why they were here in the first place, bordering on bragging. "Ohhh...right...you're the guy who made me work three times harder than normal last night to get our club out of the shit we nearly fell into" Ronnie said with a smirk. Davis stated then that Darla was with him. Ronnie nodded, "Well why don't we ask her huh? Are you busy with this guy Darla? Or...do you got time for me?" he asked with a grin.

As Oz got up he slipped Melina the key card to the room "go hang out in there till we're done here" he said as he gave her a kiss. If he had time to think about it, that'd been odd. If it really was just sex, he wouldn't have cared as much what she did, but he actually for a few moments felt the urge to keep her by his side, so he could protect her. If he had time to think about it he'd have realized that probably meant his feelings were deeper for her than just sex.

Oz got to the bar, Rev and Ronnie were there as well as Grizz and most of the other members, including Sick Boy. "What the fuck happened?" Oz asked as he got there. Skinner was talking with Ronnie, Rev turned to Oz "We don't know, just that Bigfoot was found stabbed outside, cut missing. They also found a waitress not too far away, stabbed to death as well right now cops don't know if it's a robbery gone bad or what" Rev said relaying the info Grizz had received.

Jester came running to the bar, "Are you fucking kidding me? Bigfoot? How many fucking guys did they need for that?" Jester asked as he met with Oz and Rev. "We don't know" Rev said, "Well...do you think it's another MC?" Jester asked quickly, "I...don't...know!" Rev repeated, clearly getting annoyed with questions. "Here's the thing bro...you're here on a fake passport...they start asking question..." Rev said, Oz nodded "yeah I got it" he replied. The passport he used was pretty much cosmetic, it'd hold up to a basic border check, but anything deeper would have exposed it. "We got a couple guys on doctored passports...me, Skinner and Ronnie are going to hang out here for a bit and see if we can't sort shit out. I want you and Ronnie to lead the guys who gotta book it back home...Grizz is going to hang with us so you'll need to find another Road Captain" Rev said as Oz nodded. "What about the hang around?" Oz asked referring to Davis, "He's gotta book it too...we're just keeping a few members back, and of course me and Skinner. The hang around can take Liz and Misty with him in the SUV...but those are our girls...I aint trusting them to some hang around punk...I'm putting that on you bro" Rev said, Oz nodded "Like a baby in the cradle brother" he said as Rev gave him a high five. "Grizz is getting the word out to the members, meet up with Ronnie, sort shit out and then get the hell out of Dodge got it brother?" Rev asked. "We're gone in less than 30 bro" Oz said as he grabbed Ronnie.

"Hey man, we need a Road Captain, any ideas?" Ronnie asked, "You're asking the guy who just got to the club?" Oz said laughing, "Yeah...make a call" Ronnie said. Oz thought for a moment, "Sick Boy...seems like he could handle himself" Ronnie nodded, "Good choice..I'll get him, as soon as guys are saddled we're rolling." he said. Oz nodded and headed back to the hotel room.

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Chazz and Reese had been in the midst of their action when Chazz's phone went off. He ignored it the first time but the second time told him it was probably important. He checked the text message, "Fuck!" he exclaimed as he read a brief mass text from Grizz informing members of what'd happened. Reese look confused, "Hey...get dressed...we gotta go" he said, as he tossed her a water bottle "Drink some water, it'll help you sober up a bit quicker" he said as he quickly got his clothes on.

It took Chazz a bit longer to get down because of Reese still being somewhat high...thank god he didn't give her the near pure dose pill. By the time he got down word had gotten out and the members were milling around. Chazz and Reese ran into Davis who didn't look overly happy to see his sister high as kite. "Hey man...she needs to ride back with you, cause she ain't going to be able to hang onto a bike like this" Chazz said, he didn't really care if Davis was mad, a Sade had been killed and once they got the women safe and things sorted out...somebody was going to have hell to pay. He kissed Reese "I'll see ya when we get home babe" he said as he went to get his bike.

Ronnie came down and Misty and Liz were with him, he walked over to Davis who was none to happy to see him, "Drop the fucking drama kid, you're driving the SUV, you got these two coming with you as well" Ronnie said. Davis asked if he had a choice "Yeah...you can walk home and give me the keys...those are the options" Ronnie said.

Jester came down with Darla, helping her walk from the elevator, "Hey she's coming with you right" Jester said, he saw Liz and Misty and Reese, "Looks like you got a full ride home" Jester said. He could tell Jester was still mad, "Hey listen, you want to be mad, we can do that later, right now somebody killed a Sade and somebody has to make sure the women get home safe...if that's not you, then we'll find somebody else, but a good friend of mine was just found lying dead in an alley so I'm in no mood for bullshit right now" Jester said, clearly a mixture of emotions.

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Oz made his way to the hotel room, Melina was sitting on the bed ready to go. "It's Bigfoot...he was stabbed, they found a waitress nearby, same deal. Not sure about anything else, but I do know that I got a fake passport so we gotta get the hell out of here" Melina nodded as she seemed ready to go right away. Great in bed, good looking, and she didn't have 100 questions to ask in the middle of a crisis, "You've gotta be too good to be true" Oz said with a grin as he gave her a deep kiss quickly as they headed down.

Once downstairs Oz led Melina to his bike and fired it up. Rev was in the parking lot "Have a safe ride home...the kid's taking the girls home...but like I said, if something happens..." Oz nodded "Nothing happens" he said with a grin as Rev gave him a high five again "Find out who the fuck did this" Oz said as Rev nodded.

Sick Boy was waiting at the front, Ronnie had asked him to ride as Road Captain, maybe it was best, that way nobody would see him looking nervous. Oz rolled up beside Ronnie, they glanced back to see the crew that was heading back to be pretty much assembled. "Hang on tight...to anything hard you can find" Oz said with a grin to Melina as he gave her one more kiss. Sick Boy signalled to the back and they saw the SUV's lights go on, then Ronnie put his hand up and all the bikes in line fired their engines, and just like that, they were pulling out of the parking lot, headed for home.

Skinner, Rev and Grizz didn't find out anymore details in Atlantic City and eventually came back. There were a lot of theories floating around about what had happened to Big Foot, who could have done it. Some wondered if he'd been doing business on the side and some sort of deal went wrong, others figured there was a rival gang to blame for it, and a third belief was that the waitress had probably been attacked, and that Bigfoot would probably have tried to help her out and maybe the guy got lucky, or maybe he had a partner who snuck up on Bigfoot. Nobody really knew anything, and being back in Montreal there wasn't a whole lot more they could do, as ironic as it was they just had to wait for the cops to try and find out what exactly had happened.

When they got back to Montreal the funeral was held for Bigfoot, he didn't really have any other family other than the club, Skinner, who had known him the longest, said a few words at the memorial service but that was about it. Shortly after the funeral and memorial service for Bigfoot life started getting back to normal slowly. Oz' plan of getting the drugs into the college party scene was working like a charm. Chazz and Sick Boy had done the initial deals, but it was too risky if they would all of a sudden get caught, so they pawned the job off on the Sixers, the Sades support club, some called it a "puppet" club, they pretty much did whatever the Sades asked them to do, and in exchange, well they were allowed to remain their own club and weren't run out of town by the Sades. The more promising members of the Sixers would eventually "graduate" so to speak, and end up transferring and joining the Sades, although no Sixer would ever be considered for any Officer position.

Life was getting back to normal for Oz, he was back with his club, albeit in a different city, he was back doing work and making money, a lot of money, both for himself and the club as Skinner and the Officers agreed to give him a small cut of all the deals they made, as it had been his idea and he'd been doing all the legwork for it. Him and Melina remained the same, there wasn't really too much "relationship" stuff, they mostly just met up somewhere and had sex, for hours or the whole night, and then in the morning would say goodbye and go their own ways. On the surface it just seemed to be about sex, but there was something more to it for Oz, he could feel something else there but he had never been one for "relationships", he was busy making the club money, and he wasn't sure if Melina felt the same way and didn't want to risk losing out on the great sex just cause he opened his mouth.

Jester continued bringing Darla in on more and more jobs, none as big as the bank hit, which they managed to get away with. Due to Ronnie's quick thinking of dispersing the money and essentially laundering it at a casino they had gotten away with the biggest bank heist in Montreal's history. Jester and Davis' would hang out occasionally, Jester seemed to be getting closer to the kid, sure he had some quirks, and didn't entirely buy into what was going on with the club, stuff like the way Ronnie would hit on Darla in front of him, just to piss both of them off etc. Jester knew Ronnie was just being an ass, but he also knew with Davis not being in the club, there wasn't much that he could do. It was after a conversation with Davis, where he'd explained that cause Davis wasn't a member there wasn't much he could do without causing trouble that Jester got an idea. Davis had been around long enough to be considered a "Hang Around" which was kinda the first step in joining the club, the next step was to become a Prospect, and then of course after that, if the club voted in favour, you'd become a member. He'd never seen Davis ride a motorcycle of any kind, and wasn't sure how Davis would handle a fight if one would pop up. But he also knew that if Davis was to become a member, it'd solve all the issues he was having with Darla and Ronnie. He'd be able to tell Ronnie that Darla was his Ol' Lady, and then Ronnie would have to follow club policy and back off. But it to go from Prospect to Member you had to have 100% approval from the club, and while he was sure Davis could eventually win over everyone...there was the one guy, and officer yet, that could sabotage the whole thing. Jester figured the first step would be to talk to Davis about becoming a Prospect.

Chazz continued seeing Reese, and usually had a pill or two of X for her to take, which would lead to a pretty enjoyable evening for both of them. Chazz did at times wonder if he should keep doping her up on X whenever they hung out, but he figured if she kept asking she must not mind the highs and that meant everything was good.

Sick Boy continued his prostitute business on the side, he was a little more careful after the Atlantic City trip and he got a knot in his stomach every time somebody mentioned Bigfoot and started talking or guessing about what had happened to him. So far nobody had brought up the theory that it might have been one of the other brothers in the group, but so far he was in the clear although he was always on edge, he kept expecting to run into Grizz suddenly who'd be coming to make him pay for it. He started going through different plans in his head....he could come clean, say that him and Bigfoot got into a fight...but that wouldn't explain the waitress. Money wasn't worth all this shit he figured.

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Melina had been informed by her secretary that a member from the Sades was waiting for her. Her and Oz had a few lunch "meetings" in her office and even though it was after lunch she figured better late than never. Which led to her reaction when seh saw Sick Boy sitting in her office.

Melina asked him what he had wanted.

Sick Boy was definitely nervous as he looked around as if expecting somebody to be eavesdropping. "Listen...you're our club lawyer right? So whatever I tell you, you have to keep secret and shit right?" he asked, clearly upset about something. Melina said that she was bound by laws to not betray the confidence of her clients.

"Okay...so...ummm...." Sick Boy started up, still nervous and uneasy. "You can't tell the cops...but uh...what about like...the club...like Skinner and Rev and those guys..." he asked nervously. Looking a bit confused she said again she couldn't discuss legal matters of her clients with anyone else. "So...let's say I did something...and wanted to confess to it...NOT saying I do...but like what if....would you be able to arrange for like, witness protection or some shit like that?" he asked. Melina told him she couldn't help him with hypothetical situations, but that he could tell her straight out what his issue was and that it was confidential. Sick Boy sat a few moments in silence before finally saying out loud for the first time ever, "I killed Bigfoot" he said. He saw the reaction in Melina's eyes. Oz wasn't an officer, but he was a fucking rock star in the club and he'd just told Oz's Ol Lady what he'd done. He pulled his gun out, but not pointing it at Melina "You fucking can't tell anyone about this! If you say antyhing I'll fucking kill you!" Sick Boy said, Melina however did a great job keeping things from escalating. She stayed professional, at least from what Sick Boy could tell on the outside, mentioning options, that if he decided to turn himself in they could arrange police protection for him. "HEY!" he shouted, "I'm NOT saying I'm confessing to shit yet okay...so don't be fucking calling any cops or shit!" he yelled, the gun still in his hand. "I...I...I just want options, I want to know what they are" he said.
Melina talked to him more, attempting to calm him down and gently suggesting he put the gun away but he ignored most of what she said.

Sick Boy was thinking things through in his head when he saw Melina going for her cell phone, she had been wanting to turn off the ringer so they wouldn't be interrupted, but in Sick Boy's mindset he didn't process that. He reached and grabbed her by the collar and yanked her over the desk, placing the gun under her chin, "I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut about this shit, got it lawyer bitch!" he whispered to her, "That includes your fucking boyfriend Oz, ESPECIALLY him, cause he won't be able to protect you, fuck if I killed Bigfoot you think he scares me!" Sick Boy said, he had to make this good, not only had he threatened their lawyer, and Oz's Ol Lady, he had to pray she was as scared as she looked right now. Melina told him she was just trying to turn the ringer off, and that she could trust him and that he didn't need the gun. He then let her go and put the gun away, "Sorry" he said. Having composed herself enough she told him that whatever he decided, it would be better for him to make his decision before others would make a decision for him. He just nodded, "I'll keep in touch" he said and left, leaving Melina to let go whatever emotions she had held back during Sick Boy's rant.