A Visit
Big King
I step into the room and smile while King follows behind me.
"Two for one, feel special now, brother," Joker leans back and grins. His body shakes slightly, and he sits, popping his knuckles in and out of place. That hand won't ever be fuckin' normal again.
"Ya look fuckin' good!" I mutter and sit facing him.
"For a dead man, right?" He laughs like a madman and looks at King. "Baby King, not such a baby anymore."
"Ten years, Joker. What? Did ya think we would all stop growing till ya broke free?" King laughs and sits next to me. Joker nods quickly. I swear he's on something, or more than usual, anyway.
"Yeah, ya would be dead if ya were waiting for me to break free," Joker laughs.
"How's the change of scenery?" I ask. It took a lot to get him 'ere for us to speak.
"Can't complain. First time in ten years I saw different walls," he mocks, and I nod.
"So what do ya want?" I ask. His grin widens, and he bounces slightly in the chair.
"Figured we could help each other out, brother," he says before laughing like a madman. "Word around 'ere is ya got a friend who needs silencing, Irish, right?"
"How do ya know?" I ask. Yeah, okay, Irish is a guy we want to get a warning to, then he won't speak out about shit, but I didn't expect those in prison to hear of it.
"Just said, word travels." He shrugs slightly.
"Yeah, but if we agree to have ya do it, it means bribing the guards again to let ya out of ya pit. Never mind the time added on if ya get caught," King explains, and he's right.
"So what was ya plan then?" Joker laughs.
"One of us gets an overnight stay to send the message," I explain, and he laughs.
"Na, too much risk. That overnight stay turns into a lifetime stay if they get caught. Just let me deal with it for the club," he looks at me, and I sigh.
"Ya wanting somethin', what?" I ask, knowin' that he's only doin' this for somethin' in return. When his solicitor messaged askin' to get him out of his cell for a chat with us, I knew he needed somethin'.
"My solicitor got a message to me. I need someone to get Robyn for me." His words are almost growled, and now, while he's still bouncing, he bangs on the table.
Robyn? His daughter? "She's with her mum, right?" I ask.
His head shakes. "No, she's not my baby anymore. Needs a way out," he says as he leans closer. "She's got into another MC and seemed safe and shit. She was the ol' lady of the prez," he explains, and I nod.
"Was? So what happened there?" I ask, and he points at me. "Ya can't point at me, brother. I've not seen Robyn since she was like fifteen which is over ten years ago now."
"Apparently, our club and the Bears had a little war, right?" he asks, and I nod. "Well, she was Don's old lady. Till things fucked up, now all I know is he's using 'er to rebuild the club in any way he can." His words are quiet.
"Shit, knew he wouldn't 'av just fucked off and given up," King mutters, and I nod. "Which means if he gets it up and runnin', Queenie isn't safe," King says, and I can see the worry already building. He's not wrong, though. Don will want revenge, and his target will be Maz, our Queen.
"What do ya know 'bout where he's set up?" I ask.
"Nothing, the call got cut before she could tell the solicitor," Joker looks at me. "Can't fuckin' help, but hearin' how she was screamin' at Joan to get me to save her fuckin' kills, and it's a good job I'm confined to my own cell cause all those fuckers in here, I would be running at," he says maliciously.
"Don't, stay outta the Bears way that are here and locked up, we'll look into it, 'av ya got a picture 'cause I ain't happy about grabbin' a woman and it not being fuckin' her," I laugh.
"Joan will message ya everythin' she knows. I'll deal with Irish. He won't speak up, but ya fuckin' save my princess," his words are fierce and I nod.
"You're a brother; of course, we're going to fuckin' help. Should have just asked, don't need shit from ya, Joker," I explain, and he nods; the knock has us turning.
"Guess I'm going back to my box in a minute," Joker laughs erratically.
"You good, ya look a bit high," I mutter, and he nods quickly.
"Didn't take my meds for days! Thought they would have taken me to med by now, but nope!" He laughs louder.
"Take ya fuckin' pills, ya psycho!" King laughs.
"Irish is in med. Planned to sort it before ya got here, but they ain't takin' the fuckin' hint!" He shouts, and I groan.
"Joker!" I shout, and his head snaps around to look at me.
"Hmm?" His eyes go back to the door, and he laughs.
"Don't do anything fucked up to get in med. I'll sort it and get ya moved there," I whisper.
"Na, takin' too fuckin' long," I hear the door and know it's time to leave. Joker laughs loudly.
"He needs his fuckin' meds," I shout, and the guard simply grunts.
"Na! I'm good, watch!" Joker laughs and swings his head against the table. The sound of his nose breaking has me closing my eyes before he does it again.
"Fucking psycho," King mutters, and I push him out of the room as they grab Joker. "Could 'av waited for ya to get him moved to med, a few hours at most," King glances into the room, and I follow his gaze.
Yeah, Joker's nose is fucked.
"Ya better fuckin' get 'er! I swear, ya don't, then ya better fuckin' pay for me to get a new nose!" Joker laughs as they drag him down the hall.
"I'll get 'er!" I call back, and we walk out. King looks at me, and I know what he's thinkin' of Queenie and the fact Don might come for 'er.
