thanks man i appreciate your review, and just for you i made a quite clear reference to the warriors film itself right at the start if you look carefully
anyway heres the second chapter hope u enjoy
Chapter 1 Part 2
Belmont, 1974 July 14th
Dean woke up to the roars of motorcycle engines from outside, in his flat apartment room the curtains had been closed however there was a gap in between the drapes where the beams of the sun glared down on his bed.
“Man do those boys ever sleep?” He asked himself and fell back onto the pillow.
He took a deep breath and sighed, he could feel the quakes and tremors shake his body, it was hot for summer, and even though he was in full nude he was still sweating quite a bit.
He turned to his side where he expected to see Sand, his old lady but better known as his girlfriend should be sleeping, however the bed was vacant except for him.
He rose from his bed, letting the drapes fall from his body, he stretched his arms, the Flat was dead quiet, he expected a Radio or something to be on however the Radio was off, switching it on Dean headed for a Shower, the question of where Sand was buzzed sharply in his mind, it was too early for these sort of questions he mused.
Ten minutes later stepping from the shower, his body dripped in water, left damp marks wherever he stepped, grasping a towel he dried his body, entering his bedroom he dropped the towel over a radiator and burrowed through his closets, his ear pricking at every word from the Radio.
“It seems like the Saracens are broadening their sights, taking on a new face gang the Jones street boys, they are gonna have their work cut out for them, real smooth.” The Radio’s DJ said, her jazz voice was soft and impassive. “And big news from Belmont, those infamous men from the Highway made a truce with those Gramercy high rollers, it seems the spat with those Sheepshead Mothers may be over, but as well know brothers words can be broken.”
Dean pulling his leather jacket over his shoulders glared at the Radio in deep thought, ah what would that broad know? Dean thought and headed outside.
“There he is.” Came the rough bark voice of the Sergeant at Arms Ripper, he looked a little beat and had a few marks on his neck.
“Morning sunshine.” The man next to Ripper said, the man was 6 foot four a true giant, he over stood Rip and Dean, wore a sleeveless jacket, brown short hair that had been gelled back, he attired a stubble around his chin and sideburns, his name was Oak, a big guy with not a lot of brains but a lot of muscle and a lot of impotence for those around him.
“Morning to you to guys, what jobs we got then?” Dean asked as he yawned, stretching his muscles out feeling the jacket tighten and the muscles stretched.
“Heft wants us to head over the shops and collect the rackets, first however we go to the Chop Shop, get the gear.” Ripper explained and light up a cigarette. “You want one Oak?”
Oak shook his head and revved up his bike engine, “i don’t touch that stuff, you know that?” He explained with a nod to Dean.
“A biker who doesn’t smoke, doesn’t do drugs and doesn’t drink aint much of a biker brother.” Ripper muttered as he light his cigarette.
“I use to be all about that Rip but im older now i got responsibilities.” It was true, Oak use to be one of the wildest of the gang, in his first week of being a prospect he got wasted five times, won three rounds of street fights against the Turnbulls, every night he would get smashed however since he and his girl friend met he promised himself to quit, Dean and a few others in the Club knew the real reason as Oak’s mother died of a drug overdose a year ago.
“Come on ladies let’s ride, before we break into song or some shit.” Rip muttered and revved his own engine and the three Highwaymen drove down the road.
Over the few hours they stopped at shops and clubs, taking the money owed for the Shops protection, a few of the owners thought they could be clever and underpayed the Highwaymen, however Dean knew the older wiser men who had been under Highwayman control forever would know not to upset their protectors.
“What do you mean your a little low on cash Esquela?” Rip roared at one unfortunate Store clerk, he was a Mexican man and he owned the bookies, he had moved in to the scene a few months ago and had been paying Protection money for three weeks now.
“Exactly what i meant esi i have no money to give.” Esquela muttered and turned away from the men to serve another customer.
“Fuck that!” Rip snapped and nodded to Oak, Rip then grabbed Esquela by the shirt and slammed him on the desk, Oak strolled round the desk to make sure none of his staff would try to help him.
Instinctively Dean waited at the door to keep a eye out, Rip was indulging into a mad moment of his, he was applying pressure on the back of the head, pressing the Mexicans face into the desk.
“If business is so bad why have you bought yourself a new Desk eh?” Rip asked, spitting at the back of the man’s neck. “Why is it every time we pass your store is full? This is a warning, next time you try a little stunt like this and we, the Highwaymen will make sure you have nothing to feed that little fucking mouth of yours.”
Rip opened the cash register and took out every last dime of cash the Mexican had been trying to hide, they left the shops then as too much hassle would bring the feds, however who in this neighbourhood would be stupid enough tom call the feds.
“Do you think that Mexican will call some hombres of his?” Oak asked calmly to Rip.
Softly and calmly Rip loosened his tongue and turned to Oak and replied, “probably will, that fucker has contacts with those Hurricanes, seeing s the Riffs and the Mothers want a war with us they would be all the merrier to help their brother in arms.”
The three men fell quiet then, it was the one thought all of them didn’t want to think about, and they knew it was inevitable but prayed that it wouldn’t come true, could the Highwaymen break?
“We can’t give any more incentive to those fuckers, Heft knows it and so do the Riffs,” Dean explained as the three men pulled down outside a local bar. “Rip has the Highwaymen ever faced these kind of problems?”
“Not to my knowledge, i know ever since our war with the George’s and the Gangsters, hell it was Heft’s father who started this outfit and now his son Heft is president, there must be a reason we have stayed this long.” Rip exclaimed as he chained his bike up.
“Times change brother, New York has gone bad for our kind.” Oak muttered.
“I hear that, come on guys let’s get a drink im thirsty as fuck.” Dean said and the three men entered the Bar.
As soon as they entered the bar the moss smell of booze and smoke flared at their nostrils, the bar was vaguely empty however there were five men at the bar each one drinking endlessly, they all bore the Satan Mothers colours.
“Sons of bitches!” Rip cried and ran forward, grabbing one of the wooden chairs along the way he sent it down smashing on one of the Mothers heads.
“You Highwaymen are dead, bring it mother fuckers!” One of the Mothers shouted and the four men jumped Rip.
Without a moments hesitation Oak and Dean rushed to help Rip, Dean passing a Snooker table grabbed one of the cues and like a baseball bat sent it swinging into the back of one of the Mothers.
“Your gonna pay for that you little shit.” The Mother cursed and the two men grappled.
Oak ran straight at the three men, he shoulder barged one out of his way and sent a powerful uppercut to another, he turned to assist Rip however to find the man with his teeth dripped in blood and a chunk of the Mothers neck covered in a black and red swarm of blood.
Taking no time to take not of his surroundings Dean sent a quick jab to the face of his attacker however the Mother quickly dodged it and sent his own powerful jab into the gut of Dean, falling back Dean let the Mother send a powerful kick to the side of his head.
Oak and Rip were now clashing at the remaining men at the bar, Oak elbowed one of them in the face and grabbed the man and chucked him over the bar, Rip had grasped the hairs of the mans head and sent his face smashing against the bar, again and again and again till there was a dent in the table.
Dean got to his feet slowly as the man sent another volley on punches, Dean successfully blocked some of them however he was getting weak and his muscles strained.
Stepping forward he sent a quick jab to the mans gut which he blocked, expecting this Dean then collided his forehead with the mans nose, falling back the man clutched his now broken noise, taking his chances Dean sent a powerful left, right and then a final wild right Haymaker to the mans head.
The Mother swung to the floor defeated along with the other Mothers, the three triumphant Highwaymen stared at each other in disbelief, Oak glared at Rip then at the Mother at his feet, blood flowed from the dent of the Bar table and the from the skulls of the Mothers, they all knew this would be the incentive that was needed to cause another war.