This is the story of how I meet Dino my contact at a bikie gang and the events that surrounded him and the clubhouse.
I was in the market for some pills and a friend of mine said he might be able to introduce me to his contact that he used to use.
The first time I meet Dino was an interesting experience, here is how it played out.
As I walked through the door of the clubhouse I was greeted by a monster of a man, covered in tattoos dressed in full leathers with his colours proudly displayed on his jacket.
This giant bikie told me to put my hands on the wall and spread my legs so I could be frisked. I then had a hand held metal detector run over my body checking for listening devices.
Once he had done this he asked me for my drivers licence and told me to go and sit at the fucking bar and order a drink.
As I was walking over to the bar I noticed a few things straight away, there was a door with a peep hole which the giant bikie squeezed through that I would later find out to be the “office”.
The floor was dotted with blood stains from fights that would break out during parties held at the club.
The bar itself was mad of one solid piece of Tasmanian oak with Harley exhaust pipes for foot rest screwed to the bottom of the bar, the stools were also crafted with old bike parts.
The bar was lit with blue and red lighting with white down lights scatted on the roof to make it not so harsh on the eyes.
The bar was completely stocked with everything and anything you could possibly want to drink.
There were booths around the outside for people to sit in along with some table and chairs.
The place was really clean for what it was, I was half expecting to see cigarette butts on the floor, empty bottles possibly a few teeth or bullets lying around but it was spotless.
As I sat down at the bar a women in her mid 30’s asked me what I wanted? I ordered a jack and coke and kept my eyes locked to the top of the bar as a few more members turned up for a drink.
Just as I had finished my drink the giant bikie came out of the “office” with my licence in his hand along with a piece of paper.
He gave me my licence back and showed me that not only had he photocopied it but also had discovered the names of both my parents and where they live.
After seeing this it didn’t need to be said but it was anyway. The giant looked at me and said” as you can see we know exactly who you and your family are. If you ever fuck us over it wont just be you that pays the price”. I nodded and told him I understood completely.
He then walked back into the “office” and disappeared.
A few moments later Dino can out with a smile on his face.
He was a shorter, stockier more muscular bikie covered in Japanese tattoos.
He was clean shaved and younger looking than what I had expected.
He also commanded great respect from anyone that knew him or that was in his presence.
He walked over and shook my hand with a firm strong shake while introducing himself as Dino.
I though about not introducing myself as he clearly knew exactly who I was, but so as not to be rude I said “ hi im Scott good to meet you Dino”
Dino then invited me to sit down and have a drink with him while we talked business. I told him that I had already had a drink and still being on my green p’s one was already one to many. He respected my decision along with the fact that I had the balls to turn down a drink in a bikie club. He then said if I want going to have a drink with him that I should at least have a joint. He pulled out of his pocket what looked like a small rocket wrapped in tally ho’s and lit it up. While sitting there smoking a joint as long as my arm and half as thick we started to talk.
I told him I was in the market for one thousand pills and I wasn’t going to get fucked up the arse about the price. He told me I could get them for thirteen dollars each. I laughed at this and told him I wasn’t paying retail for shit local speed bombs.
Hearing this he got up walked into the “office” and within a minute or two he walked back over to the table with a test kit and one of the pills. He took a small scrapping off the pill and told me to eat the rest of it, which I did without question. This was not only to show me how good they were but to also test me to see if I would take the same drug I was selling. Basically testing to see if I was a cop.
The pill tested black as night and half an hour latter I could vouch for the quality of them for my self as I was rightly off my guts with saucers for pupils and no colour let in them but black. He then said that they are not even from Australia but actual imports from Germany so at thirteen dollars they are actually really cheap.
I agreed with him and arranged when I could pick up the thousand. We finished the joint and I said goodbye to Dino and that I would see him in a few days time.
As I was leaving I noticed two members getting onto their bikes and pointing in my direction. These bikes then followed me all the way home until I turned into my driveway. I knew exactly what they were doing they were letting me know that they had no quam in letting their presence be felt.
I returned to the clubhouse a few days latter to collect the pills. The giant invited me in. I had to go through the entire frisk search and scan again.
Once I was inside a JD was pushed into my hand and Dino was walking out of the “office” with what looked like a small money bag that had a zip tie around the top of it. Inside the bag were the pills along with a small amount of weed.
I handed him the money and he took it to the money counter in the “office”. I finished my drink while having a good old chat to the bar maid and Dino came and told me it was ok to leave.
This went on for a few months and then one day as I was leaving the clubhouse on a Friday, Dino came out to my car and told me that I had been asked to come back to the clubhouse at around nine o’clock that evening by some of the senior members.
I asked him what it was about and he said that he couldn’t tell me but this wasn’t really something I can say no to so just show up at nine.
I arrived at the clubhouse at nine on the dot and got shown in by the giant who had a big grin on his face. This was unusual, as he didn’t usually have any expression under his beard. The club house was really dark and there was one down light on and under it was a chair that had hand cuffs on the arms and legs of it.
The giant grabbed me by the shoulder and walked me over to the chair and told me to sit. I told him to fuck off and that I wasn’t sitting in no fucking death chair. He told me I didn’t have a choice and that he didn’t want to force me to sit but he would if he had to.
As I sat in the chair and felt the cold of the steel go around both my wrist and ankles I honestly thought I was going to be killed and that the only thing I could do would be to plead with my executioner.
After he had completely bound me to the chair the giant then disappeared into the darkness of the club. I then hear a familiar voice of Dino coming out of the darkness asking me if I was comfortable? I replied with “like it fucking matters im going to get a bullet in the head in a minute anyways so who gives a fucking shit how comfortable I am”.
Dino then walk into the light with a big nickel-plated desert eagle and asked me if I was ready? I told him that I didn’t want to die and wanted to know what I had done to justify this? He laughed and told me that I deserved everything I was about to get. The lights went out and for a moment I thought that this was the end.
All of a sudden I heard a loud bag and the lights came on. I was showered in party popper crap and there were about 15 members standing in front of me all laughing at the look of absolute terror on my face.
I walked over to Dino and told him that I could kill him for scaring the shit out of me how he did, but I appreciated the joke.
One member standing near me at the time said that this was part of the initiation that all people connected to the club had to go through.
The next part was to follow.
Now let me tell you this was extremely hectic.
The rule was if I was given a drug that I used that I had to take it, with in reason.
Now this was also a chance for the different high up members such as the sergeant of arms Frankie to meet me and introduce himself while putting me to the test.
So here is the list of what I was given and made to consume over a period of about eight hours.
Frankie (sgt of arms) handed me a quarter ounce of weed and a glass bong. (I was able to keep the bong after the night was over that had the clubs badge etched into the glass).
I was given three pills from Dino that fucked me up for the entire night as they were imports.
I received six grams of coke from Robert (rob) who was the president of the Gosford chapter at the time.
Now along with all the drugs I had to smoke, eat and snort I was also given approximately twenty JD and cokes from each of the members that were in the clubhouse that I had to drink as well.
I somehow survived the night and stumbled out at about five thirty in the morning and got in my car to drive home.
Dino comes over to the car opens the door and pulls me out of the drivers seat. He then slaps me in the face throws me in the back of his car and tells me not to be so fucking stupid and that my car would be more than safe to leave there for the day while I slept off the night before.
He dropped me home and took my car keys, about an hour later he turns up in my car with more weed and a bottle of JD.
He told me since he knew I wasn’t going to be sleeping till late that night I may as well keep him company while he has the club cleaned by some pledges.
Now these parties went on for sometime. After the one they had to welcome me to the club the vibe was a little different it was more like a pub or club than a party.
The exception was that there were always copious amounts of drugs on offer.
There would be the occasional fight that broke out but half the time it was because the two guys fighting just enjoyed to fight instead of not liking each other, basically like U.F.C for bikies.
One Such night that I will never forget was the night the clubhouse got sprayed by bullets from ak47’s and shotguns.
The night started off the same and while we watched a pledge get pissed on and have to cop it sweet (the pledges have to go through a lot of shit before they make it as a member) I heard what sounded like thunder in the distance.
About 5 minutes later the sound was right out the front of the club and it was followed quickly by loud cracks and bangs from the rifles and shotguns as the sprayed bullets all over the front of the club and onto the roller door at the side.
It sounded like someone was throwing handfuls of rocks at the roller door.
Before I could even think I was diving under a table as some of the bullets flew through a window of the clubhouse and into the club. While I was diving under a table I saw Dino and the rest of the members in the club all going to a door that I thought was just a piece of steel in the wall.
From the door came a hoard of weapons and as soon as a member had a gun in his hand he was running out the front to start shooting back at the rival club members as the rode away on their bikes.
No one was injured thank god and the pledges were ordered to clean up all the spent shells on the ground before any one from the police turned up to investigate. After all the shells from both clubs were cleaned up everyone went back inside and things kick off as if nothing had happened.
I on the other hand was freaking out telling Dino that I want to leave, He told me it would actually be safer for me to stay at the club house for at least an hour or so just in case they had anyone watching the club and looking for people leaving to shoot at. An hour or so later I had almost forgot about the attack and stayed for the rest of the evening.
The relation ship I had built with Dino and the club had become quite strong and I was getting known as Scotty B the guy who hug with the rebels as I was at the club house virtually every Friday or Saturday night even if it was only for an hour or so.
I would have different members come up to me in the street or at the different night clubs on the coast that we went out at and shake my hand and if we were out at a night club give me a drink or a drug out of respect.
A year and a half after first meeting Dino and the club I had to give up selling.
I was getting far to hot and had already had a visit from the police.
I contacted Dino and told him I need to speak with him about something that was very important and that I didn’t want to bring up on a Friday night.
He told me to go to the clubhouse and he would meet me there.
Once I got to the clubhouse and sat down for a drink with the giant Dino turned up about ten minutes later.
I told Dino what had happened with the D’s turning up on my door and telling me that they had suspicions that I was a drug dealer and that they were coming back in a week with a search warrant to search the property.
Dino then understood exactly why I was there, he knew that I was going to tell him that I have given up dealing and that I wasn’t going to be buying anything off him anymore.
Dino told me that it wasn’t as easy as just saying I quite and walk out the door.
He told me that I would have to have a sit down with the sergeant and the president to ask to leave the club.
I asked him when this could be arranged and he told me he would have to make a few phone calls and he would call me when he had a time and the date of the sit down.
Dino called me a few days later and I went to the clubhouse for the sit down. I turned up and was greeted by the giant who walked over to me shook my hand and gave me a nod.
I walk inside and sitting around a table was Frankie Dino and Rob.
After telling them the situation they agreed to let me quite and leave the club on a few conditions.
One, I was never aloud back to the club ever and as far as anyone is concerned I would not exist.
Two if I ever rolled on the club or continued to deal behind there back I would pay the ultimate price (death).
Three I need to pay one more lot of homage to the club of two grand.
I happened to have the cash in the car so after paying the money I was told that I could come back on Friday for one last night of craziness and they would inform the club of my decision to leave, that I am allowed to and that I am not to be hassled or harmed unless told by the president.
Again I knew this was not a request but more of my last order that I had to turn up.
I turn up to the club like I did the very first night at nine o‘clock and walked through the door to see the regular faces but no dino. I walked over to a booth that had a banner saying Scotty B this seat is for thee and sat down. The giant walked over to me and gave me a JD and coke and sat next to me in the booth.
He told me that everyone here has been told and that everyone has said I would be sorely missed and that he hoped tonight would be a great send off.
Dino came out of the “office” a few minutes after I had sat down and told the giant that he need to speak with me privately and to go to the bar for a little bit. ( In his words fuck off for a minute would you, we have business to talk about)
Dino then pulled out some coke and weed and said that this was going to be my booth for the night and that the boys want to give me a send off I will never forget.
This booth was one of the ones reserved for any of the top members or special guest of the club such as a top member from the United States.
As the night went on I had members coming up to me and giving me all different types of drugs.
I said to Dino that I wasn’t going to be taking all the shit that night.
He told me that it was ok and that they were just doing it out of respect and that it is one of the ways they say goodbye to a member that is leaving the family of the club.
The night was completely crazy fuel by loads of drugs and booze they had karaoke, which was fucking hilarious seeing massive bikes belting out kasan.
The night was complete with a fight held in the club by two up and coming U.F.C fighters from the coast, as the boys knew I loved to see a good fight.
It was six am and as Dino and I stood there watching the sun come up he said that I would be missed and that he knows that the usual rule is once your out your out for good and forever but he thought that if I ever wanted to come back it wouldn’t be to much of a problem.
We smoked a joint together and then it was time for me to go.
I said that I would never forget any of this and that I wished only the best for Dino and the club.
With that Dino who I had never seen hug anyone be it male or female gave me a hug and then said, “now fuck off or I will order you to stay with the club, I will get you a bike”
I knew that he was serious so I said good-bye and drove away. This was the last time I ever saw Dino alive.
I had around 15 bikes one of them Dino follow me all the way home and stop out the front, half of them did a burnt out and then they all left.
I knew this was the last time I would ever seen any of them ever again.
Dino was killed about six months later while making a deal and I was invited to his wake.
It was basically just as if it was another Friday night with booze and drugs galore with a minute silence for the nicest bikie I had ever meet.
I had been invited into their world shown the dark underbelly of organised crime and drugs and then been able to exit without so much as a scratch.
I count myself extremely luck to have experienced all of this and will always respect bikies and their clubs, especially the old club.
RIP DINO
You Will Always Be Missed.
