Seven
Diablo
The next day.
I walk out of the store with the paper bag. I get on my bike, pull on my gear, and pull out of the parking lot.
A few minutes later, pull into the clubhouse yard and park. I turn my bike off and take off my gear. I run my fingers through my hair, looking around. I walk into the clubhouse and run into the Prez.
“Diablo, I was just going to look for you. I need you to take Killer, Fiend, Crazy, Shade, Joker, and Sin to talk to the new cartel. Be careful because the bastard is a son of a bitch. Let’s inform them of our turf; I want to meet him so he knows not fuck with us,” Demon hisses, resting his hands on his waist.
“Will do, need to talk to my Old Lady for a few.”
“Get it done,” Demon hums, lifting his chin.
“Yeah, will do.”
“Moose and his Brothers will be here tomorrow. We need to get the place prepared for the patching over ritual and the party,” Demon hums, nodding.
“Right. I’ll get it done.”
“I’ll wait for the fuckers responds,” Demon scoffs.
“Right.”
I walk away, down the hall to my room. I enter the code and walk inside my room. I look around the empty room, then I hear her in the bathroom. It sounds like she’s sick.
Fuck!
I should have asked her sooner, but we’ve been so damn busy. But we’re going to take care of this. I walk into the bathroom with the paper bag and set it on the sink countertop.
“Baby, are you okay,” I ask, gathering her hair from her face.
“Oh shit! This is so damn embarrassing. I don’t know what I ate, but I feel sick and weak, and I have a headache,” Athena moans, covering her face.
“Baby, don’t be embarrassed. Do you want me to get Slash?”
“No, no, you don’t need to do that. I’m going to be okay in a few minutes. It’s happened before,” She hums, blushing.
I can’t help but smile, she’s so damn cute. I rub her back.
“How about some water,” I ask, looking at her.
“Yeah, please, that would be great,” She nods, rubbing her face.
“Okay, but first, I need to ask you if you’ve had your period since our first time?”
Athena stops covering her face and looks at me wide-eyed; the blush deepens.
“Uh, no. Oh my God! I’m so stupid!”
I can’t help but smile.
Yes!
She’s pregnant, I know it deep in my soul.
“Baby, I think that you’re pregnant. I did get a pregnancy test. Let’s do it to confirm.”
“Huh, yeah, I think so. Give it to me, but you have to leave. I’m not going to pee in front of you!”
“Baby, don’t be silly. I know every inch of your beautiful body. I’ve been balls deep inside your sweet pussy. And I’ve seen you sick. And I’m going to wipe your ass when we’re old. So, me being here to watch you pee is not an issue. I want to see the results with you as soon as it confirms that you are pregnant.”
Athena covers her face, shaking her head.
“I can’t believe the man. Geeze,” She mumbles.
Athena looks at me, raises her brow, and moves her fingers.
“Give me the test.”
“Right.”
I grab the paper bag and pull out the box. I open it and hand her the tube.
“Baby, it’s supposed to be easy. You pee on the stick, and we wait for three minutes. The words pregnant will show up if you are.”
“Wow, that is easy. Okay, let's pee on the stick.”
I watch Athena pee; she’s red as a tomato, making me laugh.
“Okay, done,” She says, pulling the stick out.
“Let me hold it.”
“Hell no. Gross. I’ll hold it and show you when the words appear,” Athena hums, looking at the stick.
We both look at the test and I watch the time. After three minutes, the tube confirms that she’s pregnant.
“Oh wow! I’m pregnant,” Athena hums, looking at me.
“Hell, yes! I knew it. I thought about it since the moment I left Vegas. I was so worried that I would never know. But now, we got this. I’m so happy, are you?”
“Uh, yes, you buffoon. I’m thrilled that I’m pregnant and that you want your baby.”
“Damn straight! I love you,” I say, kneeling in front of her and cupping her face.
“Are you sure? I mean, we’ve just met.”
“Yeah, I’m sure because of this connection we have, I feel it deep in my soul.”
“Oh my, you’re so damn sweet. I love you.”
A week later.
“Baby, we need your help. Could you call Mazza and set a meeting with him. Tell him that you need to talk to him,” I say, rubbing my neck.
“Why?”
“We want to kill the fucker. The plan is for you to call, he goes to the location, and we kill him. We need to get rid of him to live in peace. That bastard is pure evil. The Italian Don Sica wants Mazza dead after the Prez talked to him about his activities. The Don is pissed,” I say, looking at her.
“Oh, I understand, but do you have to kill him? I know the man is a jerk, but killing is extreme,” Athena hums, raising her brow.
“Baby, the Satan Warrior MC lifestyle is hard, intense, and dangerous. It’s kill or be killed. We don’t have friends; I can’t risk you getting hurt. That motherfucker is doing human trafficking, and that’s what he planned to do to you. So, yes, that son of bitch needs to die. I won’t be at peace until I know that he’s not a threat to you,” I say, grinding my molars.
“What the hell. Roberto was serious about selling me. He is a human trafficking monster! Oh my, okay. Kill him if you think it’s best; I don’t want to live my life in fear of the bastard. But I don’t know if he will want to meet me,” Athena says, clasping her hands.
“Mazza will. Prez talked to Benson and gave him a come-to-Jesus talk. Prez asked him about Mazza, and he stated that Mazza is looking for you.” I say, crossing my arms.
“Oh God. What do you mean, come to Jesus talk?”
“It means that we have Benson by the balls, so Benson is putty in our hands.
“Right. Okay, but I don’t have my cell. I don’t know the number.”
“Right. Prez asked Benson to have your stuff packed. The Prospect will pick the boxes up in an hour.”
“Ohh, that sounds good. Thanks,” Athena says, pushing off the bed.
She walks over and wraps her arms around me.
Next day.
My heart beats hard; I’m so damn scared. I hate that Athena is out there, waiting to meet Mazza and so exposed. I don’t know if Benson told him that she’s with me. I don’t think he would if he was smart, but then again, the man is an idiot.
Athena drinks tea and then bites into an apple fritter. The meeting is at a coffee shop, but not just any coffee shop. It’s the one we bought from the older couple. We asked them, and they were thrilled to sell since they’re ready to retire. Mazza has no idea that we own it.
We have Halo and Cherry behind the counter, making coffee and sandwiches. We added sandwiches, salads, and ice cream to the menu.
Prez and Don Sica have the police away from here. Benson is fucking scared and very accommodating. We should be able to kill the fucker and clean up without any issues.
I look at the street for Mazza. I’m on the rooftop checking the area. I want to be closer to her, but fuck I have to be up here. I’m the VP, and I lead. But I have my best snipers, trained by Uncle Sam, ready to kill the fucker. If we’re lucky, we will kill him when he gets out of the fucking Audi he drives.
Fucker.
A few cars pass, and then I see the black Audi and SUV behind it. The fucker came with his crew. Doesn’t fucking matter. We will take them out.
No loose ends.
Mazza stops a few cars down from the shop, and the SUV drives down the street. Mazza doesn’t get out until the SUV returns from driving around the block.
Mazza is paranoid, and I wonder why. I know that he doesn’t have a clue. We don’t have any rats in the MC. Not even the Prospects know.
“One, when the fucker gets out of his Audi, take him out. Two, take out his crew. Three, get ready to clean up,” I say into the mic.
I stare at the Audi with my heart pounding. This has to go smoothly. We can have him enter the coffee shop, but we can’t risk the girls.
Then, finally, the Audi door opens, and Mazza steps out, slides his glasses on, and closes the door. He takes a step towards the coffee shop, and then he’s down on the street with a bullet between his eyes. Another bullet on his chest, in his black heart.
The bodyguards are shot instantly as they step out of the SUV. It all happened in seconds; they didn’t have time to register what was happening. I watch team three go into action and start the clean up. I run down the stairs, across the street, and into the coffee shop. My heart skips a beat, and I look at my Old Lady.
“Is it over,” Athena asks, raising her brow.
Fuck me!
She has some balls.
“Yeah,” I say, nodding.
“Do you want some coffee,” Halo asks.
“No. Thanks.”
The next day.
“Moose, it’s great to meet you,” Demon hums, giving him a bro hug.
“Hi,” I say, lifting my chin.
“Yeah, I’m thrilled to finally be here. Where are my blood brother and twin,” Moose says, looking around.
“Hey, brother,” Lethal says, walking to him.
“Fucker, give me a hug,” Moose scoffs, grabbing Lethal in a bear hug.
“This is your twin,” I say, taking Athena’s hand.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful! No wonder Diablo snatched you up,” Moose says, smiling.
“Yeah, you two are handsome,” Athena says, rolling her eyes.
“Come here and give me a hug. We were together for nine months, so give me some love,” Moose hums, snickering.
“Now you’re not going to ever get rid of me,” Athena huffs, walking to him.
Moose gives her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Motherfucker better be happy that I’m not killing him.
“Hey, no more kissing,” I say, pulling her out of his arms.
“Fucking jealous bastard,” Lethal hums, shaking his head.
“Yeah, so sue me. She’s mine, my Old Lady, and soon my wife. So look, but do not touch,” I huff, pulling her into my arms.
“Diablo, you’re bad,” Mama Bear hums, walking over. “Moose, welcome son to the family.”
Mama Bear gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We introduce the family and Brothers.
A few hours later.
“Listen up! The Cutthroats MC are patching over to the Satan Warrior MC. I want all of you fuckers to line up and drink some whiskey. I need you ready to take the patching-over ritual. Extend your arm and fucking grab your balls, and do not move or faint. The Satan Warrior MC colors will be branded on your forearm, yeah, like fucking cattle!
If you faint motherfuckers, you will then have to redo it, and you don’t want a fucking messed up color on your arm. You will keep your road name so get ready,” Demon hums, taking a pull of his beer.
The Brothers are standing around them, drinking and placing bets. I know that the fuckers will take it. We all do; it’s the heartfelt want that makes you bear the pain.
I walk over with the red hot branding stick and hand it to Demon. Demon smirks, his eyes glow like the fucking devil.
“Motherfuckers, ready,” Demon yells, looking at the Brothers lined up.
“Yeah, yes, ready,” they growl.
Demon smirks, walks over to the first one and presses the branding stick to the forearm for a few seconds. Then he does the others, one after another. The Brothers all stand, not a peep from them.
Fuckers really want this.
The Satan Warrior MC brand is the MC colors. The Satan Warrior MC arch above the wings has a skull and two bones crossed below the skull in the center. It’s about two inches in diameter, the size of the top of the soda can.
Finally, Demon is done branding the fuckers. I start handing out the Cuts. The Brothers pull it on, howling.
“This is fucking badass,” Moose says, looking at the brand.
“It is. Welcome, Brothers,” Demon yells.
I give the last Cut to Moose, and he grabs it, pulls it on, and smiles. He runs his hands through his hair, looking around at the brothers.
“Welcome, Brother,” I hum, lifting my chin and looking at him.
“Welcome, Brothers,” the Brothers yell.
“We. . are . .family! I got all my Brothers with me! Come on, Brothers, let’s party,” Joker yells, pointing at the Brothers as he spins, bopping his head, moving his shoulders as he shuffles across the ground.
For a moment, I thought Joker was going to sing that old We Are Family song.
“Hell yes,” Lethal yells, grabbing Cherry.
I take Athena’s hand and pull her close.