Chapter 3
Three
Fiend
“Demon,” I yell, and walk into the clubhouse.
Demon is drinking a beer at the bar with the Brothers.
“Prez, the fuckers are here,” I growl, gathering my brows.
We don’t know if the motherfuckers will be open for a truce. However, I need to ensure this doesn’t blow up because of Poison.
Fuck!
I know that Poison messed around with the Wicked Warriors MC Prez, War, and I fucking hope it’s not going to start the war up again.
I look at Shade, and he lifts his chin, nodding. He knows, and we’re on the same page. It’s Demon that we have to worry about taking care of the sisters. He has too much on his plate and forgets to deal with them. But Shade and I keep an eye on them.
“Son of bitch! This fucking truce better work. Otherwise, we’re just fucking wasting our time. We need to be open to working together to get rid of the Herd Boys, because they’re fucking with both MCs. Let’s get this done because I have shit to do,” Demon growls, pushing back off the barstool.
We walk towards the door, and the Wicked Warriors MC walk into the clubhouse. War stops in front of the door. He’s a tall fucker, with a badass attitude. He lifts his chin with his fisted hands on his side.
“War,” Demon growls, lifting his chin.
“Demon, thanks for the invite,” War says, nodding.
“Motherfucker, we need to talk. Let’s take this outside,” Demon grunts.
“Yes, we do,” War says, nodding.
The two MCs, Prez, walk out, and both MC Brothers walk behind them.
The Brothers spread out around the Pavilion, taking key positions around the two Prez, flanking Demon. I stay back, behind Demon, Shade, and I flank him, and Killer stands next to Diablo.
I’m listening and ready to protect my Prez, my MC. I’m the Man of Mayhem, it’s my job.
This can turn fucking deadly in a fucking second, so I’m fucking wound tight.
I need to be ready to take out the fuckers.
Demon takes out his cigarettes from his Cut, takes out a cigarette, and hands the box to War. Demon lights up, looking at War.
War takes one, and lights up.
“War, it’s been a long time coming.” Demon says.
“It’s fucking time, and necessary,” War says, lifting his chin, looking at Demon through lowered eyelids.
“We have deets, the fuckers Herd Boys are working our turf. They’re trying to take over, and that’s not going to fucking happen on my watch!
The motherfuckers do not have the brains, crew, or money to carry it out.
I figured that we need to crush them,” Demon says, grinding his shit kicker boots in the ground.
“Yes, I agree. Do you have anything in mind,” War asks, raising his brow.
“Yes, to join our muscles and brains to wipe them out. I want the fuckers gone because I’m tired of the shit and chaos that they’re causing. I don’t want the po-po in the MC’s business,” Demon growls, taking out another cigarette.
“I like the plan, but I need something that will lock our alliance,” War says, staring at Demon.
Demon shuffles his feet, cracks his neck. He’s fucking trying to control his fucking rage. He’s in fucking control, a fearless fucking Satan Warrior.
“What do you have in mind,” Demon says in a low, lethal voice.
“I want Poison as my Old Lady,” War says, emotionless.
War takes a drag of his cigarette, watching Demon closely.
“Why the fuck would I do that! Why Poison? Do you know her? What the fuck,” Demon growls.
Demon fists his hands, his face turns red, and his eyes look fucking wild.
Fuck!
I need to talk to Demon before this goes to shit.
“Demon,” I say, stepping close.
Demon turns to look at me, and I can see that he’s ready to fucking blow his top.
“What is it,” Demon asks, looking at me.
“Poison has been messing with War,” I say.
“What the hell! Why didn’t you tell me,” Demon hisses, lowering his lids.
“I didn’t know if it was going to be a thing,” I say, glaring at him.
Fucker is my Prez, but we’re fucking family. He needs to fucking remember that.
Demon turns and fucking yells at War.
“Motherfucker, you’ve been fucking Poison! You have some fucking balls to fuck her! The only reason I’m not kicking your ass is because she wants you,” Demon growls, curling his upper lip.
“Stupid fucker! I didn’t know who she was until after,” War growls, gathering his brows.
“That’s right,” I say, nodding.
“Get Poison out here,” Demon yells, looking at me.
Fuck!
I walk to the clubhouse, pulling out my cell phone to text her. It’s fucking faster.
Fiend ~ Get out here. War is here.
Poison ~ Fuck! Okay.
I walk into the clubhouse and walk towards the section that is secured for the girls. Poison runs out of the door, with wild eyes.
“Where is he?”
“Outside talking to Demon! He wants you to be his Old Lady. Is that what you want,” I ask, looking at her.
“Yes,” Poison says, nodding.
“Okay, let’s go outside, but I’m warning you, Demon is pissed off,” I say.
“Right.”
We walk outside, and Poison runs to War. He hugs her close
“War, what are you doing here,” Poison asks, smiling.
“I’m here talking to Demon,” War says, pushing a lock from her face.
“Demon, what’s going on,” Poison says, turning to glare at Demon.
“Poison, I see that you know this motherfucker! What in the fuck were you doing at the Dreamhole? How in the fuck did you dare to go into their turf! Anything could have happened to you and Candy,” Demon shouts, resting his hands on his waist.
“Yeah, but it didn’t,” Poison yells, bopping her head with attitude.
“Babe,” War says, leaning in close to her.
War talks to her in a low voice, and she turns around, hugging him. She looks up at him, smiling, running her hands up his arms.
“Oh, please, are you serious?” She says.
“Yes,” War says, nodding.
“Yes, I want to be your Old Lady,” Poison says, nodding.
The fucker kisses her, and Demon gets mad.
“Motherfucker, that’s enough,” Demon growls.
War pulls away from Poison but holds her in his arms, running his fingers through her hair.
“Demon, she’s my Old Lady and I’m taking her with me,” War growls, glaring.
“Fucker! Poison, is that right,” Demon asks, looking at her.
“Yes, Demon. I love him,” Poison says, nodding.
“Poison, it’s a done deal,” Demon says.
“Fuckintastic,” Poison says, smiling.
“Babe, go get some of your stuff,” War says, kissing her temple.
“Okay, it’s going to take a few,” Poison says.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” War says.
Poison runs to get her things.
Fuck!
I need to talk to her before she leaves. I follow Poison into the MC clubhouse, and we walk up the stairs to the third floor. I stop on the second floor, resting my hand on her shoulder.
“Poison, are you sure about this,” I ask, looking at her.
“Hell yes! I’m so excited! I do want to be War’s Old Lady,” She says, smiling.
“Okay, I just want to make sure. I’m happy if you’re happy,” I say, nodding.
“Thank you! I love you, brother, you’re the best. Thank you for always having my back.”
“Sissy, I’ll always have your back. I’m always here for you,” I say, nodding.
“Thank you. Please come with me because I’m nervous meeting his MC Brothers,” Poison says, clasping her hands.
“Yeah, I’ll help you move in. We’ll take Killer with us,” I say, nodding.
“Awesome! Thank you! I love you, brother,” Poison says, throwing her arms around me.
I hug her, smiling.
“I love you, Sissy.”