Aug 3, 2019 0:05:45 GMT
Post by silvershadow on Aug 3, 2019 0:05:45 GMT
Lulu was back and the club cheered and celebrated in their usual way. They got drunk and fucked up beyond the scope of their ability to stand. And yet, Shawn did not. He had banished the former Vice President to the shadow realm, unaware that his daughter still lied there. He hadn't seen her lately and he didn't expect too either.
She was a grown woman after all. HE couldn't keep her under lock and key she had her own shit to sort out and weather he liked it or not he did too. The first order Lulu gave upon returning, surprisingly wasn't Johnny's head on a pike but to orginize a peace treaty bbq for the fools and saints. There was a million other things in a million different dimensions Shawn would rather be doing right now.
For one he had to track down Andromeda. She had been MIA since the kid showed up and though in his heart of hearts he believed that she really was his daughter, somehow... He couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something to Andromeda. Needless to say Shawn wanted to go out and look for her, but his obligation was here.
He hadn't told anyone in the club Mystic was his daughter. Not yet at least and Andromeda wasn't his queen. He was a fucking Vice President. At least according his his reaquired patch in his balled up fist. He couldn't just go chasing some girl he had a one night stand with and expect the club to expect that. Not mid celebration of Lulu's return. Not during something as important as a peace treaty with a rival gang. Shawn didn't buy into that shit. It was a dirty syringe full of false hope and he wasn't sharing the needle with optimistc stary eyed fools.
Shawn stared at his Vice President's patch as Lulu sat on the bar surrounded by the club boys and holding up a toast to her safe return. Shawn nor anybody in the club for that matter had heard the details about Johnny being the one that took her. She had neglected to mention that. Probably because she knew that even if she ordered it there was no stopping every one of the fools from mounting up to cut his fucking head off. Most of the members were just too close to Lulu to let that shit slide.
Shawn sat at the back of the bar not really part of the celebration. Boozer was noticably absent and it was only a matter of time before he was asked about it. Shawn didn't trust that fucking traitor and he refused to play along with the gesture of falling in line anymore. He'd kill that motherfucker before he followed his orders again and he was only in charge for a short while. You can't trust a fucking snake. Luckily for him Shawn was a mongoose. He raised a glass in toast like the rest even though he really didn't feel like celebrating. It wasn't long before he heard Black Saint's motorcycles rumbling outside.
She was a grown woman after all. HE couldn't keep her under lock and key she had her own shit to sort out and weather he liked it or not he did too. The first order Lulu gave upon returning, surprisingly wasn't Johnny's head on a pike but to orginize a peace treaty bbq for the fools and saints. There was a million other things in a million different dimensions Shawn would rather be doing right now.
For one he had to track down Andromeda. She had been MIA since the kid showed up and though in his heart of hearts he believed that she really was his daughter, somehow... He couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something to Andromeda. Needless to say Shawn wanted to go out and look for her, but his obligation was here.
He hadn't told anyone in the club Mystic was his daughter. Not yet at least and Andromeda wasn't his queen. He was a fucking Vice President. At least according his his reaquired patch in his balled up fist. He couldn't just go chasing some girl he had a one night stand with and expect the club to expect that. Not mid celebration of Lulu's return. Not during something as important as a peace treaty with a rival gang. Shawn didn't buy into that shit. It was a dirty syringe full of false hope and he wasn't sharing the needle with optimistc stary eyed fools.
Shawn stared at his Vice President's patch as Lulu sat on the bar surrounded by the club boys and holding up a toast to her safe return. Shawn nor anybody in the club for that matter had heard the details about Johnny being the one that took her. She had neglected to mention that. Probably because she knew that even if she ordered it there was no stopping every one of the fools from mounting up to cut his fucking head off. Most of the members were just too close to Lulu to let that shit slide.
Shawn sat at the back of the bar not really part of the celebration. Boozer was noticably absent and it was only a matter of time before he was asked about it. Shawn didn't trust that fucking traitor and he refused to play along with the gesture of falling in line anymore. He'd kill that motherfucker before he followed his orders again and he was only in charge for a short while. You can't trust a fucking snake. Luckily for him Shawn was a mongoose. He raised a glass in toast like the rest even though he really didn't feel like celebrating. It wasn't long before he heard Black Saint's motorcycles rumbling outside.
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