"What's up fucker?  Think I didn't see you standin' there watchin' me.  Think I don't know you're here for me?  Been waitin' on you assholes for a grip now.  Figured you didn't give a fuck I carved your boy up but here you fuckin' are givin' a fuck.  Took you long enough."

He didn't say anything.  There wasn't anything he could say that would make a man like Frankie back down.  He had to think fast or he was going to die.  Frankie didn't fuck around.  So he played the only card he had.  Eva.

"Saw your old lady in there Frankie, she's lookin' fuckin' good."

The barrel pressed in harder.  "She's my fuckin' wife and you shouldn't be lookin'.  People who look get fuckin' dead real fuckin' quick."

Wife.  Christ.

He shrugged.  "She ever tell you 'bout us?"

Frankie went stiff.  "There ain't shit to tell," he growled.

Perfect.  So perfect.  Asshole walked himself right into it.

"First taste wasn't yours kid.  That was all fuckin' mine.  Demon barbeque 'bout fourteen years ago.  Right after she fuckin' denied you I had your bitch up against a wall, a hand on her tit, two fingers up inside and my tongue shoved so far down her throat I could taste her heart beatin'.  Bitch loved it, was ready to give it up right fuckin' there.  Didn't even remember your fuckin' name cuz she's pantin' mine.  Her first fuck, got that too.  Stripped her naked and fucked her in an alleyway in the pourin’ rain; had her fuckin' beggin' me for it."

Frankie sucked in so much air Deuce felt the world go dry.  Time to sucker punch. He slammed his elbow into Frankie's chest, simultaneously grabbing the barrel of the gun, then he grabbed Frankie's arm and twisted, wrenching him to the ground.  With one hand gripping Frankie's forearm, he put his boot on the fucker's shoulder and fucking yanked.  Crazy fucker didn't even scream when his shoulder dislocated.  Didn't even flinch.

Crazy.  So fucking crazy.

Pressing Frankie’s own gun into his forehead, he leaned down over him.

"Know how I know I had her first?  Aside from her being tighter than a mother fuckin' vice.  Bitch fell to her knees after she caught fire and sucked her own pussy blood off my cock.  Didn’t even know what she was doin’, but bitch fuckin' licked my shit clean and let me blow in her mouth.  So it don't matter how many times you been takin' that ride cuz I fuckin' own that shit.  You can choke on that while your brains are leakin’ all over the place."

"If you kill me," Frankie said quietly, eerily calm.  "You'll kill Eva."

He blinked.

"What?"

"Eva.  I die, she dies."

"How do you fuckin' figure?"

He grinned.  "As a weddin' present I put a fuckin' hit on her.  I die, she dies.  Bitch by my side in life, bitch by my side in death.  Way it should be."

He.  Just.  Stared.

Stared.

There wasn't a whole lot in this fucked up world that could shock him.  He'd seen so much shit in the forty eight years he'd been alive, most of which had all happened to him personally.  And it had happened so often that when he came across some pretty fucked up shit, he wasn't surprised.  But this, Frankie telling him in all seriousness that he'd put a hit on Eva, his life long obsession, his mother fucking wife, had shocked the fucking shit out of him.

It also told him that Frankie needed to die.  He just didn't know how to take care of that with Eva's life on the line.  Yet.

With Frankie's gun still trained on Frankie, he pulled out his cell phone and called Mick.  Two by two, his boys began appearing at his side forming a circle around Frankie.  He held his palm up, silently telling them not to take Frankie out.

"Get up you sick fuck," Ripper growled.

Frankie got to his feet, his arm hanging limply at his side.  He turned his back on them and positioned the side of his body against the house.  With a heave and a shove, his shoulder popped back in its socket.  Everyone stared.  Fucker had balls of steel.

Rubbing his shoulder, he focused on Ripper.  "Nice face fuckwad.  I were you I woulda just let me finish you off, now you gotta go round' life lookin' like Freddy fuckin' Krueger."

Ripper's gun hand started shaking.  Jase grabbed his wrist and lowered his arm.

Frankie shook his head smirking.  "Fuckin' bitches, the lot of you.  Cryin' 'bout scars and missin' eyes like little fuckin' girls."

Frankie turned to him.  "So I’ve been gettin' Horsemen sloppy seconds all these years.  Whore coulda least picked an MC Prez worth fuckin'."

Furious, he took a step forward.

Mick's hand came down on his shoulder and squeezed.  "He's baitin' us, Prez," He whispered.  "Crazy fuck wants one of us to step to him."

Frankie grabbed a cigarette from behind his ear and dug out a Zippo from his front pocket, oblivious as all seven men tensed, ready to shoot.

He took a few long drags before he spoke again.

"Knew she wasn't a virgin when I took her the first time. She cried like one but she wasn't.  Never would tell me who broke her in.  Been tryin' to get her to give it up for fuckin' years.  She won’t, cuz she knows I'd kill ‘em."

His chest went tight.  She was protecting him from fucking Frankie.  He didn't know whether to be insulted that she thought he needed protection from this fuck or to do a mother fucking jig because the woman obviously still cared about him.

"You're fuckin' twisted," ZZ spat.

"Don't matter anymore how fuckin' twisted he is," Jase hissed.  "Cuz he's done."

Frankie ignored them.  "Knowin' it was you, shit makes sense now.  Bitch cries in her sleep, says shit I don't catch but she's always grabbin' that fucking Horsemen tag round her neck and holdin' tight when it happens.  Never did think much of it, seein' as she's had it nearly her whole fuckin' life but you gave it to her, yeah?"

He didn't say a word but he didn't need to.  Frankie knew.

"Yeah," Frankie said, "You got to know, Deuce, that shit ain't sittin' well with me."

Tap laughed.  "Why the fuck should he care if shit's sittin' well with you, you fuckin' asshat?  He's not the cocksucker with seven fuckin' cannons pointed at his fuckin' head."

Frankie, as usual, never seemed to care about anything other than Eva.

"Figure he's gonna care when I'm rippin' out his insides and makin' Eva string ‘em up on our Christmas tree."

"Yeah dude," Tap muttered.  "You're fuckin' normal."

Frankie's head whipped left and he stared his crazy eyed stare until Tap took a step back.

"Prez, what the fuck we waitin' for?"  Tap said warily.  "Just fuckin' kill him."

Frankie grinned. An evil, sadistic grin that sent chills up his spine.

"Prez isn't gonna let you kill me," Frankie drawled.   "Are you Prez?"

"No," He said flatly.  "I'm not."

"What the fuck!" Tap yelled.  "Look at your boy's face!"

He stared at Frankie feeling nothing but hate.  "He dies, Eva dies.  Asshole put some fucked up death pack hit on her."

"Fuck," Jase breathed.

"Then we can't kill him," Ripper said, pulling out his cell phone.  "But were not lettin' him go so he can start decoratin' Christmas trees either."

"Yo, Gina, babe it's Ripper…Yeah babe, I know…Babe…Wait, I…No, I fuckin' apologized for that shit…BABE…Yeah, through a fuckin' text message, what the fuck you want? A singing telegram…Would you just shut the fuck up and listen to me?  I need you to run a Franklin Deluva and tell me what you got."

Frankie, looking bored, was leaning up against the side of the house, smirking at nothing.

Ripper held the phone away from his ear and glared at it.  When Gina stopped screaming he put the phone back to his ear.  "Deluva, D-E-L-U-V-A…Right."

There was a long pause during which Ripper started to smile. "Fuckin' sweet…Bitch, I fuckin' love you right now…”

Another long pause.  “Aw, christ, Gina don't fuckin' start up again…"

Deuce grabbed the phone and tapped "End".  "Care to share?" He growled.

"Bitch said he's got four outstandin' warrants for assault and he's wanted for questionin' in two murder cases.  She's 'bout six hours out so she’s passin’ the bid to some dude named Crank nearby.  Should be 'bout five minutes."

Never in a million years would he have ever thought he'd be happy that Ripper was fucking a bounty hunter, seeing as his entire crew was fucking swimming in illegal shit.  But there it was.

"Tap, man the front door.  Jase, the back.  Make sure shit is tight until we get this wrapped."  Last thing they needed was a Demon-Horsemen standoff.

"And Ripper, get rid of Nikki and put that fuckin' kick ass bitch on the back of your bike."

"Yeah dude," Mick said.  "Nikki's a cunt."

Ripper shrugged.  "Yeah, but she's got great tits."

ZZ choked on his laughter.  "Cuz you fuckin' paid for ‘em to be great."

Ripper flipped ZZ off.  "Gina's a drive by.  Never fuckin' around.  What the fuck would I be fuckin' in the meantime?"

He laughed.  "Are you really gonna stand there and tell us you ain't got shit to fuck ‘sides Gina and Nikki?  What a fuckin' crock.  Ever since your face got all fucked up bitches been fallen to their feet wantin' to make your boo-boo's all better.  I see your dick so fuckin' much you'd think I'm fuckin' you."

"Yeah dude, you never put that fuckin' thing away."

Ripper glared at ZZ and ZZ shrugged.  "What?  You don't.  And personally, I'm sick of seein' it."

"Tap!"

"Prez?"

"Find out who bought Eva’s hit from Frankie.  Use whoever you got to, the fuckin' Russians, the fuckin' Japs, cash in all my fuckin' favors, I don't give a shit, just find ‘em and end ‘em."