Eight
Demon
There’s a knock on my door, even if the door is open. The Brothers knock. I look up at Spy, lifting my chin.
“Prez,” Spy says, standing at my office door.
“Yeah, come in and close the door,” I say, moving my fingers in the come gesture.
“Prez, I have the info on John Trump. He’s a privileged motherfucker. He’s always getting out of shit because his father is a rich bastard, an attorney,” Spy says, handing me the file.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I hum, taking the file.
“No worries. Do you need anything else,” Spy says.
“Yeah, get me all of the shit that John has done and also his dad. You know that the fucking apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. That means that dear old daddy dearests are the same fucker as his son,” I hiss, leaning back into my armrest.
“Will do,” Spy says, nodding.
“Spy, also get the GPS on the fuckers; you never know when we will need it,” I say, rubbing my chin.
“Right,” Spy says, moving his head up and down.
I want all of their dirty secrets because I’m going to squeeze their fucking balls. I need to be ready because that fucker has it bad for Halo. I heard him threaten her. I bet that she never told me because she knows damn well that he’s a fucking dead man.
I need to keep a close track of the fucker, especially since Halo is pregnant. I don’t want the bastard to hurt my woman and Baby.
Nobody messes with what’s mine.
The Brothers walk into the Chapel and take a seat. Diablo closes the door, walks over, and sits in his chair, leaning back.
“Church is in session,” I yell, slamming down the gavel.
“Listen up, we have an important issue,” Diablo growls, glaring at the Brothers.
“We have a problem. And I do not like fucking problems. It appears that some fucking small gang, the Herd Boys, are dealing, working on our turf but also on the Wicked Warriors MC turf. That’s not acceptable! Plus, the little fuckers are planning on taking over our turf! They don’t have the crew, money, or brains to do it, but they will cause fucking issues trying. We do not need that.
I’m going to set up a greet and meet with War, the Wicked Warriors MC Prez. I want to work together to stop the Herd Boys,” I say, slamming my hand on the table.
I’m so fucking pissed off.
“We need a vote,” Diablo growls.
“All in favor of squashing the Herd Boys,” Shade says.
“Yea,” the Brothers yell.
“Fuckingtastic, we’re squashing the Herd Boys,” Shade says, moving his head up and down.
“All in favor of the alliance with the Wicked Warriors MC,” Shade asks, raising his brow.
I know that the Brothers remember our history but fuck, we need this.
“Yea,” the Brothers shout.”
“Hell yes,” Diablo yells, moving his head up and down.
Yes, it’s a done deal.
“Fuckingtastic! We’re going to set up the meeting today, so I want you fuckers on your best behavior. I don’t want anything or anyone to start a fucking war,” I hiss, curling up my upper lip.
“Church is over. Satan’s Warriors power,” I growl, pushing off my chair.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, pumping their fists.
“Diablo, we need to talk to the Wicked Warriors MC Prez, War. We need to establish a working relationship since both MCs are having issues with the fucking Heard Boys. Go over there and tell the Prez War that I want to talk to him today, here at the clubhouse. Take Menace and Fiend with you,” I say, looking at my VP.
“Will do,” Diablo says, moving his head up and down.
“Fuckingtastic,” I say, pulling out my cigarette box.
I take one and hand the box to him. I light up, leaning back into my chair.
“Thanks,” Diablo says, lifting his chin.
Diablo gets out of the chair and walks out of my office. I know that my Brother is on it.
“Okay, Baby, have a good day at school,” I say, holding Halo close.
“I will; it’s the last week of classes,” Halo says, leaning into me.
I run my hands up her back, breathing in her amazing scent.
“Baby, Cherry is waiting to take me to class. Don’t forget that I’m going to call you to pick me up,” Halo says.
“I won’t,” I say, kissing her softly.
There’s a knock on my door, and it pisses me off.
“Baby, talk later,” Halo says, turning up her lips.
She opens the door, and Poison is standing there.
“Later,” Halo says, waving.
“Laters,” Poison says, moving her head up and down.
“Poison, I need to talk to you. Have a seat and close the door,” I say, walking around my desk. I fall onto my chair, motioning her to take a seat.
“Yeah, what do you want,” Poison says, taking a seat.
I stare at my sister Poison, and the nickname fucking fits her. She’s fucking ready to kill, stubborn as hell, and doesn’t take shit from anyone.
“Poison, what the hell were you thinking? My informant states that you went to the Dreamhole. You went to the rival’s club, the Dreamhole, fucked the Prez. This is fucked up!”
“Don’t you worry, your pretty little head? You don’t know that I did that. Prove it! Besides, you do not have a say in what I do with my life. It’s all good, I got this,” Poison says, lifting her chin.
She stares at me with a stone face, face, totally emotionless. She’s a fucking hard badass bitch.
There’s a knock on my office door.
“Come in,” I say, looking at my sister.
The door opens, and Diablo lifts up his chin.
“Prez, the Wicked Warriors are here. They’re in the main clubhouse,” Diablo says, leaning against the door frame.
“I don’t know what the fuck to think, but you pray that you did not start a fucking war,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“Fuck you,” Poison says, pushing off the chair.
She walks out of my office, and I scrub my face.
“Okay, let’s go and greet them,” I hum, pushing off my chair.
I walk around my desk, down the long hallway, and into the main clubhouse, walking to the Wicked Warrior Prez.
Fuck!
“War,” I say, standing in front of him, lifting my chin.
I stare at him, turning my fingers into palms. The issues between the MCs are from the past. I want to clear up and tie up the loose ends.
“Demon, thanks for the invite,” War says, moving his head up and down.
“Motherfucker, we need to talk, but I want to take this outside,” I grunt, tilting my head.
I don’t want the Prospects or the club whores to hear the MC’s business. Those bitches fucking need to go. I’ve had it. They’re not listening, and I don’t want them to cause any more issues like that bitch Dixie did with Poison. Dixie is fucking lucky that Poison didn’t slice up her face or kill her. Poison is no joke.
“Right, let’s go outside,” War says, moving his head up and down.
I walk across the clubhouse with War at my side. Diablo and my Brothers are on my other side. We walk out of the front door, down the driveway, to the Pavilion.
I stop at one of the side tables next to the bonfire. I take out my cigarettes and offer one to War and his Brothers. They take one and light up. I grab a cigarette, hand the box to Diablo, and I light up, inhaling deeply. I fucking needed this smoke to fucking relax.
I look at the motherfucker Wicked Warriors MC Prez, War. This has to be done, and it’s about fucking time.
“It’s been a long time coming,” I say, taking a drag.
“It’s fucking necessary,” War huffs, moving his head up and down.
“We have information on some motherfuckers, the Herd Boys, the gang that’s trying to take over our turf. The stupid motherfuckers don’t have the money, brains, or crew to do it. We need to fucking crush them before they become a bigger problem,” I say, lifting my chin, grinding my black leather shitkicker into the ground.
“Agree. Do you have any ideas,” War asks, lifting his brow.
“Yeah, I want the MCs to join our muscles and brains to eradicate them from our turf. I don’t want the fucking punks causing more chaos, nor the po-po, to get into our business. Let’s wipe the Herd Boys from our turf,” I hiss, taking a drag of my cigarette.
“I hear you. It sounds like a plan, but I want something to lock in our union,” War says in a low tone, looking at me.
The Brothers shift positions from a relaxed stance to a ready-to-fight stance. I grind my molars, lift my chin, and stare at him stone-faced.
What the fuck is this bastard up to.
“What do you have in mind,” I ask, in a low tone, lowering my eyelids.
“I want Poison as my Old Lady,” War says stoically, taking a drag of his cigarette.
I stare at War, the Prez of the Wicked Warriors. I can’t fucking believe what he’s asking from me.
“Why the fuck would I do that? Why Poison? Do you know her? What the fuck,” I growl, throwing my cigarette on the ground and stomping it out with my shitkickers.
“Demon,” Fiend growls, taking a few steps to talk to me.
“What,” I scoff, looking at my Brother.
“Poison has been seeing War on the down low. She obviously wants him, and he wants her. So, don’t fucking mess this up for Poison or the MC,” Fiend whispers, standing next to me.
My blood boils, my gut twists, I’m so fucking pissed off. I shouldn’t be surprised; I was just talking to Poison about this. But it still makes me fucking pissed.
“Motherfucker! You’ve been fucking Poison! You have the fucking balls to be fucking her! The only reason that I’m not kicking your ass is because she wants you,” I growl, curling my fingers into my palms into a tight fist.
“Fucker, I didn’t know who she was until after,” War yells, gathering his forehead.
“That’s right,’ Fiend says, looking at me.
I fucking feel like a fool, not knowing what the fuck my sister was doing.
Fuck me!
“I’m making her my Old Lady, so what the fuck is the fucking problem! She’s mine,” War snarls, running his hand through his short hair.
Motherfucker!
“Fiend, bring Poison out here,” I growl, snapping my fingers.
“I’ll get her out here,” Fiend hums, walking away.
We glare at each other, waiting for Poison, and it fucking pisses me off.
“Poison better want you; otherwise, motherfucker the truce is off,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“It’s fucking unbelievable. You’re fucking stubborn son of bitch,” War growls, moving his head from side to side.
“I’m only taking care of my sister,” I snarl, lowering my eyelids.
“Right. That’s why your sisters were at the Dreamhole; who knows what the fuck could have happened to them. Thank fuck that I was lucky to meet Poison,” War yells, raising his brow.
The back door slams, stopping our chatter. Poison runs across the lot towards us. She smiles at War and runs into him. War pulls her into his arms.
“War, what are you doing here,” Poison asks, smiling at him.
“I’m here talking to Demon,” War says, pushing a lock from her face.
“Demon, what’s going on,” Poison asks, turning in his arms.
“Poison, I see that you know this motherfucker! What in the hell were you doing at the Dreamhole? I asked you earlier about it, and you didn’t respond. How in the fuck did you dare to go into their turf? Anything could have happened to you and Candy,” I growl, resting my hands on my waist.
“Yeah, Halo and Cherry went too, so you have to talk to your Old Lady,” Poison hisses, bopping her head.
Fuck!
Halo and Cherry went to the Dreamhole? It’s fucking unacceptable. I’m going to have to have a talk with Halo and the sisters.
“Yeah, but it didn’t. Not a thing happened to us,” Poison scoffs, bopping her head with her attitude.
War pulls her into his arms and whispers something to her. She smiles at him and is a totally different girl from him. Well, color me fucking amazed. This shit is real.
War has the gall to kiss her in front of me, us.
“Motherfucker, that’s enough,” I growl, glaring at them.
War holds her close, running his fingers through her hair.
“Demon, Poison is my Old Lady, and I’m taking her with me,” War growls, glaring at me.
“Fucker! Poison, is that right,” I ask, looking at her.
Poison turns to look at me, moving her head up and down.
“Yes, Demon. I love him,” Poison says.
“Poison, it’s a done deal,” I say.
“Fuckingtastic,” Poison says, smiling at War.
“Babe, grab your stuff,” War says, kissing her temple.
“Okay, it’s going to take a few,” Poison says, looking at him.
“I’ll be here waiting for you,” War chuckles.
Poison runs to grab her things, and I stare at War.
“Motherfucker, you best take good care of her. I’ll kill you if I hear that you’re abusing her in any form! Deal be damn,” I hiss, gathering my brows.
“Fucker, she’s going to be taken care of. I’ll never hurt her in any way. That girl owns my soul,” War snarls, resting his hands on his waist.
“Motherfucker, we have a deal,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Fucker, we have a truce,” War growls, glaring at me.
“Let’s go into the clubhouse to make a plan to take down the Herd Boys,” I say.
The next day.
I walk over to the bar and slide onto the stool next to Diablo. I really need a drink. Too much shit is happening at once.
“Prospect, get me a beer,” I growl, staring at the new prospect.
The fucker looks spooked, he better get tougher. I watch him nod and run to get me a beer.
I grab the beer and turn to talk to Diablo.
“Demon, that was fucking messed up. We didn’t know that the girls went to the Dreamhole, it’s fucked up,” Diablo says, taking a drink of the beer.
“Totally fucked. But they’re all okay, and Poison is happy with that motherfucker,” I hiss, taking a pull of my beer.
My cell beeps, and it’s a call from Halo. I press the button to answer the call.
“Baby,” I say.
“Baby, could you come and pick me up,” Halo says.
Before I respond, I hear her yell. My heart skips a beat, and my gut twists. I grind my molars, listening to what’s happening to my woman, my Old Lady.
“Let me go, John!”
I push off the stool, and motion to Diablo to follow me. I sprint to my office and close the door. Diablo stands next to me, gathering his brows.
I put the call on the speaker and put my finger to my lips in a gesture to keep quiet.
“I’m tired of you pushing me away and choosing that loser. I’m taking you home, and I’m going to show you that I’m better fucking you,” John yells.
“Let me go, now,” Halo yells.
“Never, you’re mine,” John says.
“Ahhhh. . .” Halo groans.
“Hell yes, this fucking choke hold worked,” John says.
I listen to the car door opening and John grunting.
I write on the paper.
Get the Brothers to Halo’s school, to these addresses. I need to get Halo from this son of bitch.
I hand Diablo the file. He takes it and texts the Brothers the addresses and orders.
“Fuck, the call has ended. I need to get Halo,” I growl, running my fingers through my hair.
“Brother, let’s get my sister from that fucker,” Diablo hisses.
“He’s taking her to his home.”
“Let’s go,” Diablo says, opening the office door.
“I’m taking the MC van,” I growl, fisting my hands.
“I’ll drive the van,” Menace says.
“Okay,” I hiss.
My Brothers and I walk out of the clubhouse, and I get in the van. Menace drives the van out of the clubhouse parking lot, onto the street, and onto the freeway.
I’m so fucking scared of losing her.
Thank fuck we have Halo’s and John’s cell phone GPS and his home address. We will find her.
I’m going to fucking kill the bastard.