Four
Demon
A month later.
“Bang.”
I walk down the hall, looking at the guards at the counter at the end.
“Pass,” a tall, thin guard barks, glaring at me.
I hand the guard the paper that the front office gave me. He looks at it, raises his eyebrow, and looks at the other guard. He shrugs and presses the button to open the steel door.
I walk through the last fucking door, clenching my jaw. The damn sound of the doors locking me in this fucking hell hole sends a chill up my back and raises the hair on my neck.
Motherfuckers!
“Bang.”
I look around the big visiting room, which is full of the inmates' family and friends. I take the table in the corner, where I can have my back to the wall.
Fuck!
I look at the table because I sure as fuck don’t want to make eye contact with any of these motherfuckers. I don’t need fucking issues with other gangs or MCs. I turn my fingers into my palms to stop from tapping the fucking table.
I wait for about thirty minutes, and finally, the guards bring Grizzly over to my table.
He sits next to me, resting his hands on the table. I look at him, staring into his eyes. The man looks older, meaner, and wild. That’s not good.
“Hi, what’s up? You have something that you want me to handle?”
“It’s about fucking time that you came to see me,” Grizzle hisses, pursing his lips.
His hair and beard are completely gray and long. He looks worn, haggard, thinner, and has some bruises on him. I know that it’s hell being inside the pen.
“I need you to get me out of here,” Grizzly says in a low tone, looking me in the eyes.
“How the fuck do you want me to do that.”
“Work on the fucking judge, I don’t give a fuck how you do it, just do it.”
“Right.”
“I didn’t get the chance to whip your ass, boy, before everything went down. I saw you talking to Halo, and it didn’t look brotherly,” Grizzly growls, gathering his thick brows.
“I’ve always talked to Halo, since forever.”
“Motherfucker! Don’t give me that bullshit. I’m telling you, if you’re not making her your old lady, don’t touch her, fucker! I need to have peace of mind that you’re going to swear to me that you will take care of my girls. I don’t want the motherfuckers fucking with my girls,” Grizzly says, glaring at me.
Fuck!
That’s absofuckinlutly cluster fuck!
Just thinking and looking at Halo gives me a fucking chub and a hard one at that.
“Don’t worry, Grizzly, I’ll take care of your girls and Mama bear,” I say, curling my fingers into a tight fist.
“I don’t give a fuck about Mama Bear. That old bitch is lucky that she’s still in the clubhouse,” Grizzly hisses, pursing his lips.
Well, color me fucking surprised. I didn’t know that he hated Mama Bear.
Fuck!
Grizzly leans back in the chair, lowering his eyelids.
“Swear it! You will always protect my girls,” Grizzly growls, pressing his lips into a tight line.
“I swear it,” I growl, leaning on the table that separates us in the cold visiting room.
The constant chatter is fucking non-stop. I fucking need to get gone.
“I’ll visit soon,” I say, running my fingers through my hair.
“Get my fucking spawns to visit and to take care of my girls. The motherfuckers need to visit their sire to keep me updated,” Grizzly growls, furrowing his forehead.
Grizzly’s sons, Diablo, my VP, and Killer, the Sergeant At Arms/Enforcer, hate to visit their dad.
Fuckers.
“Right, will do. I have to go,” I say, nodding and glancing around the room.
“Keep me in the loop,” Grizzly says, pushing off the chair and leaving. The guard walks up to him and walks with him to the door.
I push off the table and walk across the room to the door. The guard opens the door, and I walk through all of the fucking doors. The banging sound of the steel doors makes me crazy. I grind my molars, looking straight ahead, and walk out of the fucking county jail.
I’ll be damned if I visit the fucker in the Penitentiary. That’s where he’s going to live the rest of his miserable life.
I walk into the clubhouse, the music is blaring, and I look around at the Brothers. I walk up to the bar and slide onto the stool next to Diablo.
“Fucker, Grizzly wants you and Killer to visit. He’s fucking pissed off,” I huff, lifting my chin at the Prospect. Prospect runs to get me the beer from the refrigerator behind the bar.
The bar runs the entire wall and has mirrors behind it. The pool table is in the left corner next to the kitchen. We have some tables and chairs around the clubhouse and a couple of sofas.
“Here, Prez,” Prospect says, placing the beer in front of me.
I lift my chin at the Prospect and take a long pull of beer.
“Hell no! I’m not visiting that fucker! He was a bastard to us,” Diablo growls, taking a pull of his beer.
“We need to have Church in an hour. I want to assign the new shifts to monitor the business. The new coffee shop is doing good.”
“Fuck, what about opening another bar in Sacramento?”
“Get me the facts, and we’ll decide.”
I watch my Brother’s Killer, Shade, Fiend, and Romeo playing pool. The club whores walk out of the kitchen wearing nothing but the thong, and tank top, trying to get their attention.
“Fiend, could you take me to the store,” Pinkie purrs, pushing out her tits. She has long, hot pink hair, tattoos, and a belly piercing.
“Don’t have time,” Fiend growls, leaning on the wall and watching Killer make the shot.
“Sugar, I’ll take you later,” Killer says, looking at her.
“Killer, you’re the best,” Pinkie says, swaying right and left to the music.
“Get the club whores to clean the damn clubhouse; it’s fucking dirty from the Friday night party,” I hiss, pulling out my cigarette box.
I pull one out and light up; Diablo takes the box, grabs one, and lights up.
“Will do,” Diablo hums.
“Grizzly doesn’t look good and is more demanding.”
“Oh yeah, what the fuck did he say?”
“He wants me to do everything I can to get him out of there and to take care of his girls.”
“I bet he does. Take care of his girls?”
“Fucker wants me to make sure that the Brothers don’t fuck with them.”
“Right, he didn’t give a fuck when he was here. He never told you anything about Halo,” Diablo says, looking at me.
“You know damn well that my Prez told me not to make her my Old Lady until I finished school. Now I’m too fucking busy getting the MC strong and profitable. Besides, Halo needs to finish school; she’s almost done.”
“Right. Motherfucker you better not be playing her because I will kill you,” Diablo hisses, lowering his eyelids.
“Fucker! Get the Brothers ready for Church.”
I push off the stool and walk to my office to get information on the new businesses.
I watch Diablo close the Chapel’s door and walk around the long table. He falls into his chair next to me, leans his arms on the table, and looks around at the Brothers.
I rub my chin, grab the wooden gavel, and bang it on the square wood block. The gavel is old, worn, and scratched. The wood block has the MC’s colors engraved on it.
“Church is in session! I have several things to discuss, and I need you to pay attention.
I’m going to ask you all to step up and own your assignments, don’t fuck up the runs. I want you to take your job seriously. I want the Satan’s Warriors MC to be successful and wealthy.
It’s our MC, it’s our life, and I want all the Brothers to live the most amazing MC lifestyle.
We have all of the key players in the police, a judge, and the mayor playing, so they have our backs; of course, it costs huge amounts of scratch. The cost is higher than before, so we need to generate more revenue,” I say, looking at my Brothers.
“The MC strip club and bar are doing great, and we want to open two more in Sacramento. Are there any objections?” Diablo hums, raising his brow.
“None, all good, let’s do it, no objections,” the Brothers say.
“Excellent. We need some Brothers to scout the properties available and report back. I visited Grizzly in jail; the trial will be in a few months. It doesn’t look good for him. He had three requests.
The first one is to tell you fuckers not to mess with his girls unless you make them your Old Lady. Do not make me kill you if I catch you. Diablo and Killer will be watching your ass.
The second request he wants the MC to get him out, and that seems close to impossible.
The third request is that he wants his spawns to visit him. Diablo and Killer, Grizzly doesn’t look good, he’s fucked up. So maybe you should see him.
Diablo will send out the list on your runs. Do not fuck up!
Spy, I want you to look into those stock investments or bonds,” I hum, leaning back in my chair.
Spy is our IT Brother and the best. He can get all of the information that we need to handle all of the MCs' business.
“On it,” Spy hums, taking notes on his laptop.
“The Prospects are up on a year, and I want your feedback. We will decide if they’re patching in or do they need more time,” I say, looking at the Brothers.
“We want to move the MC to thrive like never before. We’re open to suggestions. Run through me, and I’ll tell the Prez,” Diablo says,
“Sounds good, awesome, okay, will do,” the Brothers say.
“Church is done. Satan’s Warriors power,” I growl, pushing off my chair and pumping my fist.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, getting out of their chairs and pumping their fists.