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Authors: K E Osborn
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This book has been written using UK English and contains euphemisms and slang words that form part of the Australian spoken word, which is the basis of this book’s writing style.
Please remember that the words are not misspelled, they are slang terms and form part of the every day, Australian lifestyle. Some euphemisms or slang terms have been provided below for your information.
If you would like further explanation, or to discuss the translation or meaning of a particular word, please do not hesitate to contact the author – contact details have been provided, for your convenience, at the end of this book.
1%
: The 1% patch is designed to instill fear into the general public. It’s generally centered on a set of ideals which celebrate freedom, non-conformity to mainstream culture and loyalty to the bike club. (The American Motorcycle Association stated that 99% of the bikers at their events were God fearing and family orientated. The other 1% were hard riding, hard partying, non-mainstream type people. Thus, the term 1% was born.)
Back Door:
The last rider in a group ride. Customarily, the most experienced MC rider.
Bevvied Up:
Very drunk.
Brew
: Used when referring to having a beer.
Brothers
: A word of respect used toward other club members who become family. This word is taken very seriously in the MC world.
Cage:
Automobile, truck, van… not a motorcycle.
Dipshit:
A contemptible or inept person.
Duck Walk:
Sitting on your motorcycle and pushing it with your feet, usually done when parking or moving forward a few feet.
Durry:
A cigarette.
First 7:
Founding members of the Satan Savages MC.
Front Door
: First rider in a group ride.
Fuckhead:
A stupid or contemptible person (often used as a general term of abuse).
Fucktard:
Combination of fucking and retard meaning you are stupid or an idiot.
Grog:
Alcohol.
Heat
: The police.
Hog:
Motorcycle.
Knickers
: Panties or underwear.
Kumbaya
: Title of a folk song and can be used with varying degrees of sincerity or sarcasm.
Lid:
A helmet.
Mobile Phone
: Cell phone or telephone.
Nomad
: Moves from place to place, not belonging to a particular MC chapter.
Oz:
Australia.
Pashing:
The act of heavy kissing.
Patching/Patches:
Emblems or symbols sewn onto biker cuts (jackets) to display affiliation with a club. These patches can be numerous and have meaning to the wearer.
Petrol
: Gas.
Piece:
Gun.
Pipes:
Exhaust system.
Prospect:
A prospect is the bottom of the chain. They have no rank or privileges and are expected to do as they’re told. They may wear the club name on their back, but not the club logo.
Road Name:
A name given to someone by his brothers. Usually, this name would be synonymous with some kind of incident or association to that person.
Six Feet Under:
Dead.
Sting
: Undercover police work that involves a carefully planned operation, typically one involving deception.
Sunnies:
Sun - glasses or shades.
Wank:
An act of masturbating.
Wankstain
: Person of low intelligence.
Wreaking Havoc:
Members that do not fear anything, get dirty, have killed for the club and never run for any reason.
MEXICAN
Chica:
Mexican name for a girl, preferably an extremely hot girl.
El Cabr
ó
n
: Mexican word for jerk or arsehole which has a harsher undertone.
:
Mexican for the one you are referring to, used as a form of address.
Gringo
: Mexican, often a derogatory term meaning a person who is not Hispanic.
Hombre
: Mexican for man.
Ingratos
: Mexican for ingrate.
Loco
: Mexican for crazy.
No puedo hablar
inglés
: Mexican for not able to speak English.
Papi:
Mexican for father. (Shorted name for Papi Chulo which translates into Mac Daddy or Pimp Papa)
Por Favor:
Mexican for please.
Pucha
: Mexican for vagina.
Seis pies abajo
– Mexican for six feet below – dead.
Si
: Mexican for yes.
Mad Dog McNamara
– President of Virginia Satan’s Savages MC, Virginia Original, First 7 and father of Steel.
Stealth
– Patched member of the Virginia Satan’s Savages MC. Undercover cop infiltrating the MC.
Sentinel
– Patched member of the Virginia Satan’s Savages MC. Stealth’s undercover cop partner infiltrating the MC
Chops
– Wreaking Havoc member, Virginia Original, First 7, club torturer and Mad Dog’s right-hand man.
Steel
– Vice President of Aldinga Satan’s Savages MC. Son to Mad Dog and best friend to Techie.
Techie
– Secretary and technical guru for the club. Best friend of Steel, good friend to Stealth.
Jigsaw
– Swedish immigrant and Sergeant at Arms. Also, the one who handles the dismemberment of bodies. Good friend to Steel and Stealth.
Lookout
– Prospect Manager and friend to Stealth.
Crash
– Patched member and good friend to Stealth.
Patch Members
Behemoth
Ryder
Penetrator
Prospects
Acid
Blade
Club Girls
Skye
Jess
Amie
Jodi
Emma
My Glock recoils back in my hand as it fires. The bullet speeds through the air, but I have to turn back to face the front before I can see where the bullet hits. The smashing of glass brings a smile to my face briefly, telling me I’ve probably hit their windshield as the wind flicks at my face. Speeding past another car, I weave in and out of the midday traffic trying to outrun the cops tailing me. Probably a patrol from my unit, but I need to keep up the pretense for Mad Dog, my club President, who’s riding alongside me.
Techie and Chops are flanked on the other side of Mad Dog as we all attempt to outrun the cops trailing us. We removed our cuts at the meet we just had with a new buyer for a drug and gun ring Mad Dog is starting, now that the 5113ers are no more. As we were leaving the warehouse, Chops did a burnout in the middle of an intersection not knowing a cop car was sitting behind us, hence the chase. So far, it’s just one patrol car. We can lose them easily, especially now they don’t have a windscreen. Mad Dog puts his hand up in the air and points forward parting his fingers giving us the signal to split up. Nodding, I hammer down on my throttle and speed up taking off through the swarm of traffic. The cop car follows me—of course! Rolling my eyes as the other guys split off across the intersection, I weave through the cars dodging them as closely as I can. Honking horns ring through the suburban street as my Hog’s engine roars to full capacity.
I have to admit—even though I know if I get caught I’d be let off without question—the thrill of the hunt is exhilarating. Being chased is exciting and my adrenalin is pumping, every inch of me is tingling making me feel more alive than I have in years. Being a part of this club, this brotherhood has given me something to fight for, to live for, to focus on. Turning back, I notice the car gaining on me. I can’t let them see my plate so I swerve into the side of a car. Hating to bring civilians into this. Unfortunately, I need to, to break free. The car honks its horn and breaks harshly turning to the left and veering into the next lane straight into the side panel of another car. The crunch of metal against metal sends a shiver down my spine as the cars collide sending plumes of smoke into the air. It has the desired effect and causes a break in the traffic.
Wincing at the accident I’ve caused, I turn back, hammer down and take off, knowing the cop car isn’t far behind me. The sirens scream in their high pitched discord which grates on my nerves.
Fucking hell! I thought that would have stopped them!
Weaving through more traffic, I need to make something massive happen. I don’t want to hurt anybody—collateral damage is unfortunate in these circumstances—but I need to lose these cops. I stare ahead to work out what I can do. There’s a railing on the side of the road that I can send a car into.
Surely the cops will stop the chase if a car went into that?
I know I would if it was me. Riding over to the left-hand side, I find a target. A sedan or family car won’t do, I need something with a single occupant. Less civilian damage that way.
A Nissan Skyline with its music blaring loud enough for me to hear the bass over the screaming of my engine grabs my attention. I’m sure the guy driving is a wanker. He’s my target. Veering my Hog over, I speed up lining my bike next to him. The railing is coming up on the left and I smirk knowing he’s going to hate what I’m about to do to his precious baby. Turning back, the cops are right on me, the time to act is now. Kicking my leg out, I shove my boot right into the driver’s door of the Skyline. The driver looks at me and starts hurtling abuse, as I knew he would. His hands throw up in the air as his car lurches to the side almost hitting my beast. I have to move quickly to miss him. Huffing, I speed up in front of him and change direction into his right-hand front panel causing him to veer off the side of the road. The screeching of his tyres as they lock up makes me grin as he slams on his brakes, but just as I planned he doesn’t stop in time and his car smashes straight into the railing. The front left of his vehicle disintegrates as the railing breaks through his car completely wrecking it.
Cars all around break and tyres screech as the cars behind him slam on their brakes, but they obviously weren’t watching as a car slams right into the arse end of the Skyline forcing the car up into the air flipping it over onto its roof as it skids across the highway. The scraping of metal against the bitumen makes me wince as another innocent civilian is dragged into this. Flames erupt from the upside down car and my first instinct is to stop and help. But I can’t, I need to ride away.
The cop car stops with the traffic now in lockdown. No one can get through the mayhem and destruction I’ve caused as I sit on my leather lined seat looking back at the havoc unfolding. Taking a deep breath, I watch the cops race out of their vehicle to the burning upside down car. Chewing on my bottom lip, I watch them pull a woman out of the wreckage. As they drag her limp body away, the flames engulf the car. Suddenly, I’m blinded. An almighty explosion sends shockwaves through the air as the petrol tank explodes sending pieces of debris flying through the air. The flames flicker and engulf the car entirely as the roar of an uncontrollable blaze filters through the air. My heart races in my chest while trying to catch my breath, which is coming in short, sharp bursts.
Fuck!
I caused this.
This is all my fault.
To serve and protect?
Yeah right!
I just hope no one died. But I can’t stay around to find out. Turning around, I hammer down, the fastest I’ve ever ridden and high tail my arse the fuck out of this hell hole.