Fiend (Satan’s Warriors MC, NorCal Chapter #4)

Chapter 1

One

Fiend

I make the turn into the alley with Killer right next to me. I see the little shits running. I turn off my bike, slide off, and sprint after the little turds. My Brother, Killer, is right behind me.

I catch one goon, wrapping my hand around his dark, shoulder-length hair. I yank the little shit back, shoving his face against the wall. I searched the punk for any weapons.

“Stupid fucker,” I snarl, pulling out his switchblade from his jacket.

I turn him around, grabbing his throat. I glare at the fucker, squeezing his throat just enough to scare the little shit.

“Got yah,” Killer growls, holding the other little turd by his hair. Killer searches the fucker for weapons. That little shit has a gun.

“You think you’re tough,” Killer growls, shoving the gun into his boot.

“What the fuck are you punks doing,” I growl, holding the little shit against the brick wall.

The little fucker eyes widen, the unmistakable fear in his eyes. The little turd looks to be at least sixteen.

“Just wanna make some scratch,” the fucker says.

I look for any colors, but I don’t see any.

“Fucker, you two are in deep shit! You’re hustling on our turf! Prez is not happy,” I growl, squeezing his throat a little harder.

I then release my hold a little bit, but keep him against the wall.

“We didn’t know,” the other turd says.

“Fuckers, that’s a rookie move,” Killer growls, pushing the kid up the wall.

I know that Killer is enjoying playing with the kids.

“We need scratch,” the punk says.

“What’s your name,” I ask, gathering my brows.

“I’m James, and that’s my buddy Billy,” James says, tilting his head to the side.

“Fuckers! Tell us who you run with,” Killer growls, not taking any shit.

“It’s a small group of us,” Billy says, lifting his head.

Well, he has guts.

“What’s your fucking colors,” I ask, lowering my eyelids.

“We’re a small group, we started the Mad Dogs,” James says, looking at me.

“Fuck! Who’s in charge,” Killer asks, raising his brow.

“Ah, I am,” Billy says.

“You fuckers have some balls! This is the Satan’s Warriors MC turf! We don’t allow any fuckers working our turf,” I growl, glaring at them.

“Could you ask the Prez if we can work for you, maybe as informants, and we could hustle the product,” James says, looking at us.

“You little shit,” Killer growls, furrowing his brow.

“I’ll ask, but you'd better quit whatever the fuck you’re doing, now! I’ll contact you on his decision, but I need more facts,” I hiss, releasing James.

I pull out my cell phone and start entering John’s number and deets.

Killer watches the fuckers, ready to fuck them up.

“Get the fuck gone,” I yell.

The fuckers look at us, and then at each other. They take off running.

“The run is fucking done! Thank fuck the little punks fell in line,” I growl, staring at the little shits.

“Little fuckers,” Killer huffs, rolling his neck.

“Let’s get gone! I need to get some gas,” I growl, walking to my bike.

Killer walks next to me, pulling out his cigarettes.

“Want one?”

“Yeah,” I say, taking a cigarette and lighting up.

We stop at the bikes to smoke and look around the street.

“We have to do something about those club whores,” Killer says, taking a drag.

“What’s up? What are the bitches doing?” I ask, shifting my feet, spreading them out, and taking a drag, looking at him.

“I heard them planning to jump the MC Princess,” Killer says, grinding his molars.

“Those stupid bitches! They will never get it. I’m sick of their fucking attitude towards our sisters. I’m going to have Demon talk to them,” I say, curling my lip.

“Yeah, we need him to put down the fucking law, so they understand,” Killer says, nodding.

“Let’s get gone,” I say, tossing the cigarette on the ground and stomping it out.

Killer tosses his cigarette and smashes it.

We get on our bikes and pull onto the street. I spot a gas station, and a couple of minutes later, we pull into the gas station. We walk into the small store, grab some cigarettes, and pay for the gas. I walk out and start pumping the gas. A few minutes later, I slide onto my bike to get gone.

My cell beeps, and I pull it out of the inside pocket of my Cut. I slide my finger to look at the text.

Poison ~ We’re leaving.

Fiend ~ Where to?

Poison ~ Dreamhole Bar.

Fiend ~ Fuck! That’s Wicked Warriors MC turf! Not a great idea.

Poison ~ No worries. I’ll let you know when we get back. FYI, that club whore is going to get killed if she doesn’t shut her trap.

Fiend ~ I’ll take care of the club whore. Let me know when you get there.

Poison ~ Okay. xoxo

Fuck!

The sisters are always up to no good. I’m just happy that they keep me in the loop.

I turn on my bike and pull out of the gas station.

I ride through Jackson's hillside rolling road. It’s beautiful, and the sun is starting to disappear on the horizon, showcasing beautiful purple and pink colors.

It’s fucking peaceful ride; it clears my mind.

I move my wrists on the throttle, revving my bike, feeling the wind on my face.

I need to get back and talk to Demon. That fucking club whore is causing issues, and it needs to stop. I don’t want the Brothers to think that they can mess around with my sisters.

Hell no!

I ride onto the clubhouse drive and park at the back of the clubhouse. I turn off my bike, pull off my eyeglasses, gloves, and helmet, placing them on my seat.

I roll my shoulders and stretch my arms up and lean to each side. I roll my neck and look around the parking lot. It seems like it’s fucking getting busy.

I’m just glad that the girls are going out and away from the Brothers and the party.

I walk into the main clubhouse, look at the Brothers drinking, playing pool, and some are fucking the club whores.

I look at them, and those bitches don’t look fucking appealing to me. They’re getting on my last nerve!

Fuck!

We should get new club whores because they’re starting to think that they own us.

I don’t see Demon, so I walk to the steel door and enter the code.

I walk up to the second floor, down the hall to another steel door.

This section is for Demon, Shade, and me.

We have rooms, a small living room, and a kitchen at the end of the hallway.

My Brothers, Grizzly’s sons, have the other section on the same floor. The ground floor, plus the additional building, is where the Brothers, club whores, and Prospects live. The top floor is where my sisters, Mamma Bear, and the girls live.

I walk into our living area, with Killer flanking me.

“Demon!”

“Yeah,” Demon yells.

I walk to the small kitchen and living area. Demon is grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. I walk up to him and stand in front of his fucking face. I’m not fucking going to allow him to do whatever he wants with our baby sisters.

“What the fuck are you doing,” I yell, pointing my index finger at Prez.

Yeah, the motherfucker Prez, my blood brother. The fucker is young, learning how to navigate the MC since he was voted in ten years ago at such a young age.

It’s fucking messed up. Old grudges and new affronts erupted ten years ago.

The previous Prez Cox, my Dad, was killed by the Wicked Warriors, Prez Crash. Daddy dearest fucked Crash’s Old Lady.

Of fuckincourse, hell raged.

Our previous VP, Grizzly, killed the Wicked Warriors VP, Stoner, in retaliation. That’s why Grizzly is in the Pen for life. Crash is in the Pen doing life.

It’s fucking complicated, and so far, the two MCs are coexisting.

The story is that Crash, Grizzly, and my Dad were best friends since junior high, all the way through high school. But after graduation, they had a falling out. It must have been heavy since Cox and Grizzly founded the Satan’s Warriors MC, and Crash founded the Wicked Warriors MC.

Mom decided to disappear, leaving our sisters with us to protect.

Yeah, they were only eleven and ten years old! That’s fucked up, but I stepped up. I fucking ensure that they have what they need and are always protected. I installed extra steel doors with codes.

Grizzly’s old lady, Momma Bear, and his girls also live on the top floor, protected from all.

That’s why I’m pissed off!

It’s been a week since that stupid club whore messed with Poison. She’s still mouthing off, and Poison is ready to take her out. The bitch doesn’t get it. She needs to stay away from my sisters. One of these days, she’s going to get fucking killed or disfigured.

Poison is no joke, and neither is Candy. Yeah, my Brother's Killer sisters are no joke either.

Yeah, my sisters are vicious, and I taught them how to fight with the switchblade that Dad gave them for their birthdays.

“Calm the fuck down,” Demon growls, lowering his eyelids.

The motherfucker looks pissed.

Fucker!

Welcome to the club.

“I’m not calming down! I want you to fucking remember that we have two sisters who need us! Those club whores are nothing! The club whores are planning on jumping our sisters, Mama Bear, and the girls.

The bitches are here to get fucked by all the Brothers because that’s what they want! I’ll be damned if I’ll allow you or the Brothers to abuse or disrespect our sisters! We need to always protect them and help them,” I growl, gathering my brows and fisting my hands.

My blood is boiling, and all I want to do is smash my fucking fist into his mug.

Maybe then he comes to his senses. Lately, he’s had his head up his fucking ass.

He’s even fucking up his relationship with Halo, fucking Grizzly’s daughter.

I get that he’s uptight about everything, but fuck it, he needs to snap out of it!

“What the fuck,” Demon says, rubbing his neck.

“That’s right, Prez. I heard them talking,” Killer says, crossing his arms, spreading his feet.

“I fucked up! I won’t ever do anything to hurt our sisters,” Demon growls, turning up his lip.

“Right,” Killer says, nodding.

“Fuck! Glad to hear that, but don’t forget that they need us! I want you to talk to the club whores and make it clear where they stand! I’ll take care of our Princesses,” I utter in a low voice.

“I hear you, but don’t forget to keep me in the loop on what’s happening,” Demon says, grinding his molars.

Of fucking course I’m not going to tell the fucker what my sisters are going to do. They’re always up to something, but they keep me in the loop. I’m just glad that they trust me and confide in me. I’m not ever going to lose their trust.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I say, nodding.

“Fuckers! Stop fighting,” Shade hisses, walking up to us.

Shade is our youngest blood brother, the MC’s Secretary, and he feels the same about our sisters. I don’t doubt that Demon does, but he’s also taking care of the MC and the Brothers.

“It’s cool,” Demon says, taking a pull of beer.

“I need a beer,” I snarl, walking towards the refrigerator.

I grab a beer for Killer and Shade, hand it to them. They take it and take a pull of my beer, leaning against the kitchen countertop.

“Prez, the run was successful. We caught two fuckers that are dealing weed on our turf,” Killer says.

“Fuckintastic! Do you have the deets,” Demon asks, raising his brow.

“Of fuckincourse! I have the deets,” I say, taking a pull of beer.

“Send me the deets, and I’ll get Diablo to gather the Brothers. Church in the morning,” Demon says.

“Brothers, Church is in session! We have the fuckers that are working our turf. Fiend and Killer grabbed the little shits. Stupid young fuckers that need scratch. They want to help the MC as informants, and we will provide the fucking weed for them to deal. The fuckers are a small new gang, the Mad Dogs! I want to vote on allowing them into our turf, basically into our business,” Demon says, looking around the room.

“Brothers, the Mad Dogs are young high school fuckers, who need money. What I think is that we need to have them in our pocket, more like a junior branch of sorts. We should keep them under our thumb, vs the fuckers getting pulled into another MC or gang. Then we will have bigger issues,” Diablo says, rubbing his beard.

“Brothers, VP suggestion is good, so I’m going to assign four Brothers to spend some time with the Mad Dogs to ensure that they understand what we expect from them!

I don’t want them in the MC business, but they need to have guidelines.

I want them as informants, and they can continue selling weed, but our weed, and we get a percentage,” Demon says, leaning back into his chair.

“Brothers, also by keeping them close to Satan Warriors MC, we would be able to see if they’re going to be good Prospects for the MC,” Shade says. “In essence, we would be molding them into what we need and want loyal Brothers.”

“Shade, that’s a great point,” Demon says, nodding. “Let’s take a vote.”

“Brothers, let’s vote! Any nays,” Diablo asks, looking around the room.

Not one Brother voted nay.

“Any yea’s,” Diablo asks.

“Yea,” The Brothers yell.

“Fuckintastic! We’re going to keep those punks under our thumbs.

On another note, the club whores are causing more issues, and it pisses me off.

They want to fuck the MC’s Princesses, and that’s not acceptable!

I want all of the Brothers to keep an eye on what they’re doing and say.

I want you to inform me of it, ASAP,” Demon growls, looking at the Brothers.

“Will do, okay,” the Brothers say.

“Church is over! Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon growls, pushing off his chair and pumping his fist.

“Riding till we die,” the Brothers shout, standing and pumping their fists.