Tuck's Revenge (16 page)

When Steven walked in, the first thing he
asked was, "Have you heard anything out of Tuck?”

Cleve replied, "No, not yet. But if he's
making his way back here, he should be showing up any day."

Then Steven said something that sent a
shockwave through Tuck and his senses, and convinced him where he
stood the man needed to fucking die. "Well if he shows up, just
play the role of being shocked. If everything works out, his little
lady will be ready and waiting as well, just got her location, no
one thought to check the old man’s shoes for tracking, just took a
few days to find the bastard, signal was weak. If he walks in this
door, play your cards right, Cleve. You know how he can read
people, and if he suspects anything, you know what he'll do.”

"Well, we have the advantage, just need to
get the rest of the guys here. Then we can take the rest of those
bastards down as well,” Cleve said.

After hearing that, Tuck was pissed, and
worried, but he wasn't confused about what he had to do. As he
listened, Steven said he was going back out to the ranch for a few
days so he'd be close by in case Tuck showed up. Then he reminded
Cleve to get in touch with him the minute Tuck showed.

"Don't be stupid and try to take him on
yourself. Tuck is dangerous, so let’s handle him like he is, okay?”
Steven said.

Cleve assured Steven that if he showed up he
would call and not make any moves until he got there.

Tuck heard the door close signaling Steven
left. Well, he would be back soon enough after he took care of
Cleve. He stayed hidden listening for the opportunity to make his
move. Cleve was a big man and he would need to get the jump on
him.

It got quiet and he slid from his spot behind
the refrigerator he had hidden behind and saw Cleve bent over
looking at gages on a bike so he moved silently toward him. Just
when he was ready to grab for the man, a ray of light took that
opportunity to shine on him, reflecting his image on the wall
beside Cleve. Cleve turned and the fight was on.

A fucking ray of light put him in his current
situation, on his knees with a gun pressed tight to his neck and
him talking and irritating his captor with every detail of his life
that brought him to this point while he waited for Steven to get
back. Shouldn’t be much longer now, the prick had been gone that
long.

The smile on Tuck’s face left, replaced with
a blank dark stare of a man who had lived and been through a lot in
his life. He reached up with his hands that were tied together and
grabbed Cleve right between the legs, twisting and at the same time
leaned to the side as the shot was fired from the gun, hitting the
wall while Cleve screamed from his dick being damn near twisted
off.

Tuck was on his feet and on the man before he
knew what hit him, the stupid ass hadn’t even noticed when Tuck had
loosened the ropes around his wrists enough to slip them through.
He ripped the gun from Cleve’s hand and belted him with it on his
temple, bringing the big man down with the single blow.

While Cleve lay unconscious on the floor,
Tuck collected everything he would need for the grand finale and
positioned himself back in his hidey hole and waited.

*****

Tuck heard Steven enter and the smile
returned to his face and no sooner had he heard Steven’s footsteps
signaling he was headed in his direction, he pushed the
refrigerator away from the wall and stood off to the side waiting
for him to come into the room. He came walking in and in one swift
move Tuck had knocked him out. When he awoke, Steven and Cleve were
tied in chairs and gagged. Steven looked up and saw Tuck’s face,
and knew he had problems if Tuck was reading the expression on his
face correctly. He started trying to talk with his mouth gagged and
Tuck looked over at Cleve who was still unconscious, then walked
over, threw water in his face, and woke him up.

Cleve shook his head, looked around and
spotted Steven, his eyes widen and just as quick went back to
normal. Yeah he too realized they were in some shit. Tuck had only
left the man alive for his own amusement of seeing the looks on
their faces when they realized they were both busted.

When Tuck pulled the gag off Cleve’s mouth,
the first words that came out were, "You sonofabitch.”

Tuck looked at him and said, "Yeah, go to
Hell.” As he said the words, he stuck his knife in Cleve’s neck and
twisted it. He died instantly. Then he went over to Steven. By
then, Steven was pissed. Tuck removed his gag. "Steven, just tell
me why?”

Steven said, "Everything, you had everything
and I had nothing. Even over there in that hellhole, they sent you
to a great unit. Me, I got stuck in the dregs, mister perfect
soldier, everything was about you. Do you know what they did to me?
I was captured for six fucking weeks, tortured, and all the while,
all I heard was Ghost, who was The Ghost. Fuck, brother, even then,
you were perfect. Bill and his team rescued me, brought me back,
all fucked up and what did I hear, they wanted to recruit you.
Fucking bastards, you, everything was always about you. Well I
showed them, killed the fucking leaders of the organization and
took over. Jack Tucker Jr., the pride of the fucking Army was
coming home, so I figured I needed to show you how it felt, being
brought low.”

“But my parents? And Elizabeth, why them?”
Tuck snarled.

Steven shrugged and said, "They made you,
they fed your ego. They deserved everything they got. And you, well
you just wouldn’t fucking die, man, no matter how hard I tried. You
are good.”

"You seemed to fare pretty well after getting
out, why didn’t you just leave? Did you hate me that much?”

Steven replied, "Fuck yeah.”

Tuck pulled up a chair, sat down in front of
Steven. "You've never changed, have you? Ever since we were kids, I
have always done all the thinking, the planning, and the work, and
all you did was stand back to reap the benefits from it. When we
wanted motorcycles, I was the one that went out and figured out a
way to get them. After I found the way, you stood by and let me do
most of the work to get them, and then again to get them running.
After all that, you had to have the nicest and the fastest bike.
Then, all those nights you stayed at my house, I always noticed how
you had to have the softest pillows and the warmest blankets. And
when you ate dinner at my house, you never felt bad about getting
the last piece of chicken or the rest of the pie. It's always been
what was best and easiest for you, Steven. I tolerated all of it
because I thought you were my friend. After all this time, we find
out that you were never a real friend. You were only out for
yourself, and that's all you've ever been concerned with.”

Steven said, "If you kill me, you'll never
get away with it. I am bigger than you will ever be.”

"Steven, I'm not the one doing this, you are.
Remember, I'm “The Ghost”. The way I see it, you killed Cleve, then
you took your own life right after you lit a match to this place.”
Then, with some sorrow and a few regrets, Tuck stood, pulled out
the pistol he took from Cleve, put it to Steven’s temple, and said,
“Goodbye, old friend.” He pulled the trigger, wiped his prints off
the gun, and then put it in Steven’s hand.

After that, he went out to the shop and took
the plates off a bike, and put them on another bike, so the plates
would show as being Steven’s, and looked as if it had burned in the
fire. Then, he took all the gasoline he could find and poured it
all through the building. Finally, he lit a candle and set it in
the floor in the middle of the room where Steven and Cleve
were.

He walked out, started his bike, and rode
out, when he got to the corner, he turned and made a block and
pulled in front of the coffee shop. After about twenty minutes or
so, a loud explosion occurred across the street. Everybody in the
coffee shop jumped up and ran outside to watch the horrific fire.
Satisfied, Tuck got on his bike and left Steven behind forever. His
next stop would be the warehouse, where him and his boys were going
to meet.

About a week later, Tuck made it to the old
warehouse. It didn't look as if it had been touched since he left,
but then again why would it. Everyone was coming home. As he
wandered through the shop, he remembered everything he built there.
They were all good men everyone who he now called brother, none of
them would turn on him like Steven had. They were his friends, his
family, they were everything now.

But he also knew that if it would have been
him that died, he would have expected them to carry on with the
Club and the organization. Tuck sat on the frame of his bike that
waited for him and he remembered the days he stood in Bill’s garage
building the bike, and how proud he was when he was finished with
it. He could have been sad, and maybe should have been sad, but
Tuck saw it as a sign of new beginnings, and a means to start over
again.

"We still have our connections all over the
Country and it's not over unless we want it to be over,” Boots had
said, Tuck grinned and started his bike.

Tuck was hoping he was right about that,
because he wasn't ready for it to be over. He left a note for his
men and looked at the room, yeah, it wasn’t over yet.

When Tuck got to town, he walked into a car
dealership, bought a brand new pickup, and drove it off the lot.
The dealership loaded the bike on his truck and he headed for
Oklahoma. He had to visit a particular post office and see if there
was an envelope for him in a particular post office box. If there
were, he would know that Glory wanted him to come. If there wasn't,
then he would go back to his men and rebuild his life without
Glory. But he had to find out which way it would go before he could
go on.

A couple of days later, Tuck made it to the
post office, he looked through the miscellaneous mail and then he
found it. A letter addressed to him with a return address in the
small town, miles away. He pulled into the area six hours later and
looked for the address. She’d found a nice house on the water. He
was halfway up the sidewalk when the front door swung open and she
rushed out.

"Well, it's not exactly on a lake, but it's
on the water. How do you feel about the ocean?”

"I think it's great. I love it.”

Glory grabbed Tuck and gave him a big hug.
"Welcome home.”

“It’s good to be home. So where’s Boots?”

"He's down there fishing. Since he's been
here, all he's been doing is fishing. He's been worried about you
too.”

"Well let's go surprise him.”

They walked out back, and Boots saw Tuck. He
jumped up and ran over to welcome him back.

*****

Tuck had been back for a couple of days, and
he mentioned to Boots and Glory his plans for the future.

"What about our place here?”

"We'll come back and stay a week or so every
month. We won't be at the warehouse full time anymore. This is our
home.”

A year later…

Tuck and Glory had gotten married and were
very happy together. When they’d gone back, they’d rebuilt and
gotten things going again. It took time, but everything fell in
line. Even Boots who decided to stay close, picked his own
replacement to take over the Chapter that he was to be over.

When everything had been said and done, Tuck
had contacted his nephew and niece. He’d felt since he hadn’t known
them before that maybe they wouldn’t want to meet. But Glory
reminded him that family was everything and he contacted his now
teenage niece and nephew and was working out getting to know them,
giving him the feeling he still had a small piece of his sister
even if only through them.

Tuck reorganized "The Death Merchants" and he
had sixteen Chapters spread across all the States. He and Glory
would spend a lot of time at their home and a lot of time riding,
having fun, and enjoying life together. Tuck seemed to have finally
found the peace he was wanting in life and was thankful. But even
years later, when he and Glory were on the road riding to some new
destination they had never been before, he couldn't help but think
back about Steven, and everything he had said to him.

Tuck came to the conclusion… Revenge is an
act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes
are avenged. And that is exactly what he had done.

Stand Alones

Two Worlds Collide – A Biker’s Journey

Tuck’s Revenge

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By Rory
Flannigan

I am putting all this in writing
not because I lived a particularly splendid life, nor because I am
proud of all the things I've done and feel the need that I should
brag about them. I think I am mostly putting it down on paper to
remember special things to me in my past, and all the things I've
done and seen, which have made me the man I am today. And
especially more importantly, all the people I've known who will be
remembered after I'm gone.

Within this story, I will not use
the names of any person, nor will I name any particular
organization I was associated with in my life. Not because names
aren't important, but only because most of the ones I knew have
either passed on, or they probably wouldn't care to have their name
associated with anything I tell you about. Within this book, I will
tell you of people who were like family to me, and some of them who
actually were. But others were just people I spent the majority of
my life with, and over time they became like brothers and sisters
to me.