Six
Demon
Weeks later.
I stare at my Brothers and walk into the Chapel for Church, rubbing my chin. They take a seat and look at me. Diablo closes the door and walks over to take his seat next to me.
“Church is in session! Brothers, we have a problem. The Mexican Cartel wants us to distribute their drugs. I don’t like it since it will open the door to a lot of fucking issues. I don’t want the DEA down our necks,” I hiss, turning my fingers into my palms.
“We’re voting on this because it will affect all of the Brothers in the MC,” Diablo says, looking around the room.
“All in favor,” Shade says.
Shade is my blood brother and the MCs Secretary.
“Nay,” the majority of the Brothers say.
“Right. I’ll let the Cartel know that we’re not interested,” I hum, rubbing my chin.
“The Prospects are ready to patch in, so we will be having the Patching in this weekend. We will have a BBQ,” Diablo says, leaning back into his chair.
“The new strip club and bar are doing good. We need to look for another investment. I was thinking of a diner, but we need to work the numbers. Shadow, please work the numbers and have it ready for the next Church,” I say.
“Will do,” Shadow says, moving his head up and down.
Shadow is the MC treasurer and he’s great with accounting.
“Any issues,” Diablo asks, looking at the Brothers.
“Yeah, the club whores are getting demanding and clingy. I say we get new ones,” Menace hums, clenching his jaw. He’s the MC Sergeant At Arms; he protects me and the MC.
“All of them,” Diablo asks.
“Yeah,” Romeo says, moving his head up and down.
“I don’t see why it’s a problem! Tell the bitches to fuck off,” Snake hisses, shaking his head.
Snake is a hardcore Brother and doesn’t take shit from anyone.
“I need details. If they fuck you and clean up the clubhouse, then I don’t see the issues. Brothers, they’re the club whores, so tell them not to expect more from you. They know the deal, so for the moment, they stay,” I say, rolling my shoulders.
“Fuck,” Menace huffs, crossing his arms.
“Yes, deal with it,” Diablo snaps, lower in his eyelids.
“I think that we need more prospects, so that means that you invite some fuckers to hangaround, but no promises.
We need to update the cameras in the clubhouse and outside. Spy, I need you to install them. Romeo, Maniac, and Snake will help you install them,” I say, looking at my IT Brother.
“On it,” Spy says, moving his head up and down.
“Will do, okay,” the Brothers say.
“Anything else,” Diablo asks, looking around the room.
“Church is done. Satan’s Warriors power!”
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell.
The new cameras are installed and now I can keep track of everything. I type on the keyboard, getting to learn the system. I stare at the screen, checking up on the Prospects and club whores.
The fucking whores are a cleaning up half-ass, and that fucking pisses me off. I need to get Diablo to talk to the bitches. There’s a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I hum, looking at the main clubhouse and tapping my fingers on my desk. The door opens, and I look up, raising my brow.
“Baby, what’s up,” I say, looking at my girl.
She looks so professional and beautiful. I’m surprised that she still wants me when she could have anyone else, a professional on her level. I’m just lucky that she loves me, and soon, I’ll be asking her to marry me.
It's fucking time.
“Demon, I’m going to work at the internship. Poison is dropping me off, but she’s going to use the car. Could you please pick me up,” Halo asks, raising her brow.
“Yes, what time,” I ask, pushing off my chair.
I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her. I stare into her beautiful blue eyes, feeling the peace and light from her soul.
“I’ll text you when I find out,” Halo says.
“Okay, I love you,” I say, moving my hand to cup her cheek and running my finger over her full lips.
“I love you.”
I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth and tangling it with hers. My cock gets fucking hard. I pull her closer, not wanting to let her go.
I walk out of the clubhouse to pickup Halo from work. I get onto my bike, pull on my helmet, and turn on my bike. It roars to life, and it’s the best fucking feeling ever.
I ride down the roads and Hwy to the Banks she’s doing good. She should be graduating in a few weeks. I need to get the date and location. I’m going to throw her a party; she deserves it.
Fuck yes!
I’m going to ask her to marry me then, it’s perfect.
I pull along the side of the street and get off. I walk over to wait for her outside the building. I pull out my cell phone to text her.
Demon ~ I’m here.
Halo ~ I’m coming out.
I wait at the front door, leaning against the building. I pull out my cigarettes, grab one, and light up, inhaling deeply. I look around the street, the office building is in downtown Sacramento.
I look at the front door and I don’t see her. Then I hear her yelling.
“Let go of me motherfucker,” Halo yells.
Fuck me!
Where is she?
I drop my cigarette and run towards her voice. I turn the corner, she’s standing at the back door, and the fucker John is holding her arm.
“I can take you home. Why do you have to push me away? I told you that you’d regret not giving me a chance. I can’t believe that you’re still with that loser,” John hisses, pulling her closer to him.
“Let her go,” I yell, running to them.
Everything happens so quickly; my heart skips a beat, and I watch her ramp her knee into his junk. She then throws back her arm, fists her hand, and hits the fucker in the face.
“Bitch,” John yells out as his head snaps back.
I grab Halo and pull her away from the fucker.
“Motherfucker, you’re going to die,” I hiss, pushing her behind me.
“It’s you! I should call the cops to have them take you away, you damn dirty biker. You’re a fucking criminal. I don’t know how you have Halo with you unless you’re abusing her. Halo, you don’t need to be afraid of leaving the bastard,” John yells, looking at her.
“Fuck you, John! You’re damn crazy, don’t ever touch me again, and stay out of my life,” Halo hisses.
The back door opens, and a woman stands there looking at us.
“Is there a problem,” the woman asks.
“No, no. It’s all good. I’m leaving Susie. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Halo says, taking my hand.
“Okay, have a good night,” Susie says, closing the door.
The mother fucker John stands there, looking at us. I don’t like him, and he needs a fucking whooping, or I might just kill him.
“Why didn’t you tell me that he’s working here,” I ask, stopping at my bike.
“I didn’t want you to hurt the asshat. He’s so damn crazy. I don’t know, maybe I should put a restraining order, but he works her and I don’t want any problems. I think that he’s all talk,” Halo says, shaking her head.
“I’m going to have Spy get me all of his information,” I say, grinding my molars.
I’m so fucking pissed off. I want to go back and kill the fucker. I know that I will eventually because he’s been a pain for far too long.
I cup Halo’s face and kiss her softly.
“Okay, Baby, let’s go home.”
“Yes, because I’m not feeling well,” Halo says, holding onto me tight.
“Are you able to hold on?”
“Yes, I’m going to be okay,” Halo says, moving her head up and down.
“Okay, let’s go.”
I get the helmet, slide it on her, and clasp it. I get on, pull on my helmet, and turn on the bike. Halo slides onto the bike at my back and wraps her arms around me.
I’m a little worried, and I pray that she’s okay.
I walk into the IT room and look around at the newly updated computer systems. I can’t help but be proud of our work.
“Spy,” I say, turning to look at him.
“Demon, what’s up,” Spy hums, leaning back into his chair.
“I need you to get me all the information on this motherfucker. This is what I have on him. I want it ASAP,” I say, handing him the paper.
“Will do,” Spy says.
“Thanks, I’ll be waiting for it,” I say, walking out of the IT room.