The clubhouse was packed with both familiar and not-so-familiar faces; most of them wearing deep scowls. There were patched mbers from every corner of Savannah... and a few outside of Savannah. Whoever jumped Badger and burned down our club had declared war. It was as simple as that, and everyone in the room knew it.
What we didn’t yet know, was exactly who our enemy was, and how we were going to protect ourselves. Also yet to be decided, was the matter of retaliation. The Dogs were not typically a violent club and criminal activity was simply not in the club’s DNA. We knew how to handle ourselves and weren’t at all afraid to color outside the lines when necessary, but this was so next level shit and I had a feeling many mbers were gonna have to swing harder than ever before.
"Alright, listen up!" Doc shouted over the din. "We’ve got a lot of shit to talk about, so let’s bring it in." The room was instantly silenced as Doc continued, "I’d like to start out by thanking Mack and Hatch for coming all the way from Portland, and also extend my gratitude to the rest of you who traveled here on short notice. We all know what a stand-up brother Badger is, and I know it’s gonna an a lot to him that you are all here. How’s he doing, Dash?"
Dash pushed away from the wall and addressed the crowd, "He’s pretty fucked up. He’s still in the dically induced coma, but the doctors are hoping to bring him out of it soon in order to check on his progress. Whoever did this to him left him for dead, and it’s a miracle he’s not."
"Well, they won’t be so lucky when we’re done with ’em!" Bozo (one of the young recruits) yelled to a round of cheers.
"Stow that shit right now, Bozo," Doc ordered. "This isn’t the ti for macho vendetta bullshit. We have to be smart and careful about what our next move is. No one here is handing out one-percenter badges, so anyone thinking of doin’ in these scumbags when we find ’em better think again."
"The Dogs have never sunk to the level of our enemies in the past and we sure as shit ain’t startin’ today," Gator echoed.
"What the hell are we supposed to do, Prez? Just let these assholes get away with nearly putting one of ours in a pine box?" Bozo asked.
Doom reached over and slapped him on his head and several of the older guys laughed.
"No one’s getting away with a damned thing," Doc said, his expression one of stone.
Since our club never went looking for trouble, we rarely found it, but sotis, even I forgot how dangerous so of these n were. Most of the patients at Doc’s private clinic would likely be shocked to learn that he’d done four tours in Iraq and two in Afghanistan as an Army dic. They’d be even more surprised to find out that he had twelve confird enemy kills, and received the Silver Star for gallantry in action for defending a children’s vaccination station that had co under enemy fire.
Doc continued, "We’re still gathering intel on exactly who’s behind this, but we have so good leads."
"Co on, Doc, we all know this is payback from the Raptors. We helped put Spike away for the church shooting and now they’re gunning for us," Alamo said.
Doc nodded. "The Raptors were only acting as muscle for the Dixie Mafia and the Torrance Group. Now that the Torrance Group has been exposed and gone underground, I have a feeling that the Mafia is calling all the shots. They may still be using the Raptors, we’re not sure just yet. As soon as we know, we’ll make our move."
"And what exactly is our move?" Dash asked.
"We’re gonna hit ’em where it hurts the most. Right now, Curly, Rabbit, and Windows are finding out all the local businesses that have ties to the Dixie Mafia, and once we finalize our list and determine their weaknesses, we’ll start taking them down one-by-one."
"How exactly are we going to do that without breaking the law, killing anyone, or getting killed in the process?" Dash asked.
"You let worry about that, Dash," Doc said. "You just stay frosty and be ready for when the ti cos. That goes for all of you. Keep your phones charged and your ears to the ground. No one makes a move without permission from and stay tuned for updates. Right now, you’re all in a holding pattern, but stay close and ready, because when this thing jumps off it’s going to be fast and loud. I’m not gonna lie, we’re in a shit ton of danger, so be careful out there."
Doc filled us in on everything he knew about the Dixie Mafia’s current plans for expansion in Savannah. We had a man on the inside in the form of a chanic nad Lucky LaForte. Lucky was a lone wolf, but would often ride with the Savannah Dogs whenever they’d ride to Sturgis or Laconia.
Lucky had been serving as the fleet chanic for so heavy hitters in the Mafia. His specialty was armor plating, and making vehicles bullet proof. His main job was to keep whoever was in his vehicles alive. However, he had no love for his employers, so was more than happy to divulge any chinks in their armor.
"The Dixie Mafia’s been in a state of chaos for the past few years. Constant FBI investigations and high-profile arrests have created power vacuums all over the south. The younger breed is starting to rise up to take their seat at the table, but a lot of the old dogs still have teeth. We’re caught right in the middle, and I can only assu they think we’ll be easy to get rid of. They have no idea how wrong they are," Doc said, and then he doled out our responsibilities.
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