Three
Diablo
Athena’s face keeps flashing through my mind, and it pisses me off.
It was just a hookup.
But she was a virgin, and she’s mine.
I run my fingers through my hair and finish trimming my beard. We’re heading back home, and I feel like I’m leaving my soul behind.
I’m fucked!
Athena is too classy, way above me. She won’t want a biker, and it would hurt to see her disgust and disdain for me. I have nothing to offer her, and she deserves the best.
Yeah, it was a hookup. We fucked all damn night, but we also talked. I never felt this deep connection with any other woman before. All the ones I fucked were club whores or strippers. Athena is special. She’s more than just a fuck, my soul roared to life with her.
My cell beeps, and I grab it off the sink counter, sliding my fingers over the screen.
Demon ~ Is everything good?
Diablo ~ Yes. Heading out in a few.
I scroll through the messages and missed calls. I have a shit ton to look at. Demon was worried because he hadn’t heard from me. We’re not blood brothers, but we grew up as if we were. We’re close, closer than other MCs.
I collect my stuff and walk out of the guest room. I walk into the main clubhouse and stop.
It’s unfuckinbelievable.
Killer and Sin are fucking a club whore, fuck!
“Motherfuckers, it’s time to,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“Fuck, give us a few minutes. Just because you got some pussy all night doesn’t mean that we did,” Sin hums.
“I’ll give you five minutes! So get your ass out there ready to ride!”
Moose walks up to me grinning, watching them.
“Thanks for coming, we enjoyed your visit. I’ll be waiting to hear from Demon,” Moose says, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“We sure did. Thanks for your hospitality,” I hum, rocking on my heels.
“Welcome,” Moose says, smiling.
“Let’s go,” I growl, walking out of the clubhouse, raising my arm, extending my middle finger, flipping them off.
I walk to my bike, slide on, and pull my helmet and gloves on. I look at the photo that I took of us last night, and my heart skips a beat. I trace her face with my fingers, inhaling deeply.
The first thing I need to do is talk to Demon when I get back.
“We’re ready,” Sin huffs, sliding onto his bike.
I watch Killer run to his bike, zipping up his jeans.
Fuckers!
“Let’s get gone!”
Finally, we’re home.
I have a fucking headache.
I’m fucking pissed off at myself.
I walk into the clubhouse and head over to the Prez office. I knock on the door and push it open when he calls out. I walk inside, close the door, and stare at him, grinding my molars.
“Brother, you look awful,” Demon hums, leaning back into his chair.
“I’m fucking tired and stressed,” I say, falling onto the chair in front of his desk. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck.
“What happened? Did Moose fuck up?”
“No, Moose is alright. I have the DNA sample to get the tests done.”
“So what’s up your ass?”
“I need to have Spy get me everything on a girl. Her name is Athena Benson. Could he work on it like now,” I hum, leaning back into the chair.
“Who the hell is she?”
“She’s my woman.”
“What the fuck! Are you crazy? You just met her, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t fucking care.”
“Uh, ah.”
“Fuck you!”
“Calm the fuck down! I’ll have Spy get on it. Did you give Slash the DNA?”
“No, I have it here,” I hum, pulling out the cotton swab and the hair from my Cut pocket. I place it on his desk and lean back into the chair, running my fingers through my hair.
“Do you want to talk?”
“No. It’s a girl I met, and I want her.”
“Fucking hell, that’s crazy.”
“Don’t ride me.”
“I’ll let you know when I have the info.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m getting a beer, want one?”
“Thanks, but I have a shit ton to get through,” Demon huffs, leaning back into his chair.
“Right, call me if you need help.”
I walk out of the office and head to the bar to get a beer. I lift my chin at the Prospect and slide on the wooden stool next to my Brothers Viper and Sin.
“Give me a cigarette,” I hum, moving my fingers.
“Fucker! You’re fucking uptight,” Viper hums, sliding the box on the bar countertop.
“Fuck you.”
I grab the beer from the Prospect and take a good pull. I then take a cigarette out of the box, light it, and inhale. I stare at the end of the cigarette the red cherry. I exhale and look at the prospect.
“Get me a bottle of whiskey,” I hum.
I watch the Prospect hustle and place the bottle and glass on the bar countertop. I pour the whiskey into the glass and take a pull.
Pinkie walks up to me, wraps her arm around my waist, places her hand on my thigh, and looks up at me, smiling.
“VP, do you want me to make you feel good,” Pinkie hums, moving her hand up my thigh.
“Pinkie, not today,” I hiss, removing her hand.
“I want you to make me feel good,” Viper snickers.
“Okay,” Pinkie hums, moving over to him.
“Let’s go to the strip club,” Sin hums,
“I want to stay here and relax,” I scoff, pouring more whiskey into the glass.
“Fuck,” Sin huffs, grabbing the whiskey bottle.
My cell beeps, and I pull out my cell from my Cut. I swipe my finger to read the text.
Demon ~ Church at ten am. Tell the Brothers.
Diablo ~ Will do.
I send the group message to the Brothers.
VP ~ Church at ten am. Don’t fuck up.
I take a drag of the cigarette, looking at Athena’s photo.
I’m so fucked.
The next day.
Demon smirks, raising his brow and rubbing his chin.
“What’s so fucking funny? It’s too early for your bullshit. My head is throbbing,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“Yeah, I bet. I went to bed at one, and you were still drinking,” Demon huffs, leaning back into his chair.
Demon stares at me for a few minutes, then grabs the file and hands it to me.
“You’re girl Athena Hunter Benson is Folsom’s Mayor, David J. Benson's daughter. Her mother Helen died in a car accident, but it was very odd circumstances. I’m going to have Spy look into that.
That fucker Benson is full of shit and no fucking good. Thank fuck we have video and photos of the fucker with the strip girls and our transgender girl,” Demon says, pursing his lips.
“Huh, Athena Hunter Benson,” I mutter, rubbing my temple.
“Yeah, Athena Hunter Benson,” Demon hums, moving his hands to the back of his head and staring at me.
I look through the file with a heavy heart. I check everything out. Hell, yes, she’s clean, nothing that she didn’t tell me. She’s a good girl, and I ruined her.
Fuck me!
“Thanks. Send me an email with the information,” I hum, holding the file.
“Okay. We have the DNA results,” Demon hums, looking at me.
“Tell me,” I hiss, gathering my brows.
“Moose is Kevin Green, Lethal's brother,” Demon says, rubbing his chin.
“Fuck! That’s good. I mean, Lethal is all alone. Yeah, he has us, but it’s good to have blood brothers,” I say, raising my brow.
“Yeah, that’s what I think. I’m going to tell them in Church,” Demon says, looking at the monitor.
“I think that you should tell Lethal before so he could digest it,” I say, rubbing my temple.
“Fuck, you’re right. I’ll tell him. Take some fucking Tylenol, and drink some Gatorade. That always helps me,” Demon says, smirking.
“Fucker! I’ll see you in Church.”
I push off the chair and walk out of the office, hearing him chuckle.
After Church, I’m going to look for Athena. Yeah, I’m going to make sure she’s okay. Maybe I should get a Prospect to guard her.
Yeah, I’m going to make the Prospect earn his patching in.
“Church is in session! Shut the fuck up! We have a shit ton of stuff to talk about,” Demon growls, banging the gavel on the wooden board.
I look at the Brothers leaning back in my chair. I’m feeling better, but the fucking bang on the board pierced through my head.
Fuck!
“The first matter is that we have the DNA results. VP went to the Cutthroat Clubhouse, and confirmed all of the information that we have on them.
Moose is a Satan Warrior spawn and a blood brother to Lethal,” Demon hums, looking at Lethal, raising his brow.
“Whoa, that’s surreal,” Killer hums, shaking his head.
“Congratulations, Brother, you have a blood brother,” I hum.
“Yeah, Moose is cool,” Sin hums, nodding.
“Lethal, you’re going to like Moose,” Killer says, nodding.
“Shut up, I’m not done! I also talked to Mamma Bear. She does remember a girl that Hunter had at the clubhouse for a couple of months. Her name was Ivy Barker, and then she was gone. Hunter couldn’t find her. Then he met Emma, Lethal’s mom.
We have the confirmation that Moose is a Satan Warrior spawn.
Now we need to vote,” Demon hums, pursing his lips, and looks around the room.
“All in favor of the Cutthroat MC patching over,” Shade says, typing on his tablet.
Shade is the MC’s Secretary and Demon’s blood brother.
“Yea,” all of the Brothers yell.
“Any nays,” Shade asks, looking around the room.
“The Cutthroat MC will patch over. I’ll call Moose and invite the Cutthroat MC over to the clubhouse. We will do the patching and a fucking party.
The next issue, we don’t have any leads on Moose’s twin sister. We’re working on it, and maybe when Moose is over, Spy can work with him.
The Capo Mazza wants another shipment, but I don’t fucking like his attitude. He called, demanding as if he were the king! I don’t jump at his bark. I want a vote,” Demon growls, rubbing his chin.
“All in favor of supplying a shipment to the Capo,” Shade asks.
“Nay,” the Brothers yell.
“Damn straight! I don’t like that fucker,” I hiss, rubbing my neck.
The last issue I want to review is that we have Folsom Mayor David J. Benson on video and photos while he was enjoying the strippers and the transgender stripper. The word out on the streets is that Benson wants to run for Governor.
Fucker is stupid.
Capo Mazza is providing Benson with the funds to run for Governor. I think that Capo wants to have his hand around Benson’s neck.
Brothers, keep on your schedules; I don’t want any fuck ups. We have a thriving MC, and your bank accounts are full of scratch. We’re going to have to look into another business to invest some of the money. When I have the details, we will review and vote on it.
Brothers, Church is over! Satan Warriors power,” Demon shouts, slamming the gavel on the wooden board.
“Riding till we die,” we yell.